She was having a small show at a tiny gallery he supported in their nearest larger town. He came to the opening and took one look at her, feeling as if he'd been struck by a bolt of lightening. She obviously hadn't felt the same way, in fact she did her level best to avoid him the entire evening, even though he'd seen a painting he wanted to buy from her. But somehow, when he had set his sights on meeting her, either someone came up to him that he felt obligated to talk to out of courtesy or she managed to slip away, into the surprisingly large, enthusiastic crowd that attended. So he decided to simply bide his time, having secreted himself into a bit of an alcove, and made damned sure that he was the only person there after she'd said goodbye to what she thought were the last two people in there. But then he appeared – the man she'd been dodging all night. When she'd realized that every time her eyes glided past his, he was looking at her as if he wanted to devour her whole, Miranda had asked her best friend, Penny, who had helped her book this show, who the hell he was.
