This cannot be happening. This cannot be real. That cannot be him. Regan Pierce stared dumbly at the man in custom dark black suit, hoping, against all odds, that the man in front of her was an illusion brought on by the stress of starting a new job, the job of her dreams, a coveted summer associate position at Martin and Black, LLLP. Just when she thought she had buried the memories so deep that they ceased to exist, proof of her most humiliating experience stood less than five feet in front of her. Six years, six months and three days — that was the last time she saw him. Now, two universities and thousands of miles later, the wounds from their last encounter oozed through her veins, raw as ever.