There was a moment of silence while she watched Caleb’s fingers slide down the side of her hand which still clung to her glass. It was a touch meant for reassurance, but Kira experienced a lightning bolt electrifying her body at the connection of his skin on hers.

She swallowed hard and tried not to show how knocked off kilter she was by him.

“You know that Caleb used to flip houses, right?” Troy’s question was unexpected, changing the subject from marriage status, and allowing Kira the time she needed to regain her composure.

“Actually, I know nothing about Caleb Davenport. I keep mentioning that.”

“Oh, yeah,” Troy said, nodding his head in a knowing manner.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kira gave Troy a small punch in the shoulder. She felt only rock-hard muscle and was impressed that he was still in such good shape after retiring from football and sitting on airplanes and at computers most of his time.

“Just teasing you,” Troy answered. “You’re kind of easy to tease.”

The sense of being off balanced persisted. Here she was sitting between two of the most gorgeous guys in the room. Mousy, quiet, Kira Bancroft. Nobody had paid that much attention to her in high school. She hung out with Sally, studied, got good grades, practiced the piano more than three hours a day, went to church youth group, helped her Mom with dinners, played basketball with her brothers. The all-around ordinary girl. Nothing special.

Except she could still hear her father’s words after a practice session on the family upright.

He’d come into the room after a long session practicing scales followed by Bach, Beethoven, Mozart and then Rachmaninoff, and placed his hands on her shoulders to kiss the top of her head. “You are one talented girl. I love listening to you.”

“All dads are supposed to say that.”

“Maybe. But I know enough classical music to know that it’s true.”

When Kira glanced up again, Caleb said, “You look a million miles away. Are we bad company?”

“No, not at all. I just—” she stopped for a moment. “Just remembering the days of high school and endless homework.”

Over the next ten minutes they were joined by Ryan and Brandon, whom Kira had served at Rossi’s a week ago. They all introduced themselves again, including two other married couples who came in a little late and took the last four chairs.

“Adam graduated a year later than we did, right?” Kira asked, remembering him saying that two weeks ago at Rossi’s.

Caleb smiled. “He kept threatening to crash our party, but we tied him up at the office.”

“I helped,” Troy added, and Kira burst into a giggle.

“Hey, we have questionnaires to fill out,” she said, pulling out a paper from under her salad plate while the emcee grabbed the microphone to welcome everyone.

A small basket of pencils was in the center of each table, and Caleb handed her one with a quiet smile. Kira perused the list of questions and scribbled her answers. There were questions about whether they were married, how many children, who had traveled the furthest to attend, what their careers were, college, etc. The Senior Class committee was going to compile the answers by the end of the evening for awards.

During the salad course, the guys of DREAMS exchanged talk about girls they’d known back in high school and were sad to see that none of them were there that night.

“We call them, ‘the girls who got away’,” Brandon said, dousing his lettuce with blue cheese dressing.

“Tell me about these mysterious girls. Who are they?” Kira asked. “Would I know them?”

Both Brandon and Ryan blushed. “Just girls we always liked in high school, but who never gave us the time of day.”

Kira stared at each of them in turn. “You were hoping to reconnect tonight?”

Ryan smiled sheepishly. “Sort of.”

“About a year ago we made a pact to find them,” Troy added. “It’s a long shot, but why not give it the old college try—I mean high school?”

“Touché,” Kira said with a quick laugh. “I hope you find them. It can be hard wondering what might have been.” Of course, she was only thinking about her father and what might have been. Her piano career that would never be. Her time was gone, over, and a small knot of emotion rose in her chest.

Next to her, Caleb focused on slathering a piece of French bread with butter. He passed the basket to her and she took a roll, trying to catch his eye, but he wouldn’t meet hers.

Another peculiar thought came to her. Was she the girl who got away? But that made no sense. They had never known each other at all.

Troy knocked his knife against his plate, as though trying to catch Kira’s attention. She glanced at him, a question in her eyes.

Troy nodded between her and the rest of them, wagging his eyebrows meaningfully.

“But I didn’t know you guys,” she protested. “I can’t be one of your girls who got away.”

“Maybe it was the girl you wanted to get to know and never had the chance,” Ryan suggested.

“Hm, okay.” She set down her salad fork and a waiter came by with more ice water and pitchers of icy lemonade. There was a no-host bar, but she noticed that none of the DREAMS men were drinking.

With all the noisy conversation in the ballroom, Kira couldn’t hear a single thing the two couples were saying across the table, but they often pointed out old friends and waved to other tables while they talked amongst themselves.

“I knew who you were, Mister Football Half-back Troy,” Kira said, “But I never met you, Caleb.”

He glanced at her. “We met, you just don’t remember.”

“I think I’d remember, Caleb Davenport,” she admitted quietly.

“That’s nice to know.”

“I dug out my old yearbook,” she added.

Caleb laughed. “So you were snooping?”

“Aha!” Kira said triumphantly. “I knew it. You are an imposter. You guys are all having fun with me, right? You were just having dinner at Rossi’s and decided to play a trick on me. You never went to Southfield High. Although there is a guy named Caleb Davenport in the Senior Class. You’re pretending to be him, right?”

Shaking his head, Caleb gave her a smooth smile. “That’s quite a theory, Miss Kira Bancroft. There’s a gallery of the entire class—all of our pictures ten years ago and today. Over by the photo booth.”

Ryan piped up, “It’s our senior pictures in alphabetical order. We’re supposed to do a game after dinner matching everyone up.”

“I think I still had braces in my picture,” Brandon said. “I stuck my yearbooks in a box and forgot about them. Unfortunately, I had a jaw alignment issue and had to have surgery. Braces lasted almost four years, of course that had to be during high school. Lucky me.”

“You have perfect teeth now, Brandon,” Kira told him with a motherly kind of smile.

“Thanks, Mom.”

They laughed and the first course was served.

“Let’s check out our pictures after dessert,” Troy suggested.

“You’re on,” Kira agreed. Half an hour later, she was so stuffed with the fancy dinner and cheesecake, it was hard to rise from the table. “That’s the most I’ve eaten in one sitting in a long time.”

“If Ryan had his way, he’d start dinner all over again,” Caleb said in her ear as he guided her through the crowd toward the photo gallery, his hand on her back so she wouldn’t get jostled, or separated from him. Kira loved how protective he was, how courteous and thoughtful.

Troy, Brandon, and Ryan followed close behind. The photo gallery was packed with people and the band was playing up-tempo dance music, including a smattering of slow, romantic ballads.

A few attendees were already on the dance floor. One couple moved so effortlessly they looked like professional ballroom dancers gliding across the polished wood floor, heads up, steps in perfect synchronization.

Despite herself, music always filled her up, reaching deep into her soul and rising through her chest to her heart. The band played a combination of Top 100 from their high school days. Pop, rock, country, jazz, and techno, but Kira missed her favorite grand orchestral music taking over all of her senses. Music that made her forget about her family’s problems, her eviction notice, and her robotic job.

“Sometimes I miss the Steinway grand pianos at Juilliard so bad I want to cry,” she murmured, her thoughts spilling out of her mouth before she could stop them.

But Caleb had heard her. “I remember that you played the piano. You went away to school and majored in music, correct? New York . . . that’s what you were referring to. Juilliard, I’ll bet?”

“You did your homework well,” she said, still not sure if he was the real Caleb Davenport.

“What do you mean homework?” He looked puzzled.

“Come on, you can spill it, you’re not really Caleb Davenport, are you? Just tell me the truth so we can move forward.” Even so, tiny doubts went through her mind. Why would he have the name Caleb Davenport on his business card for DREAMS? Of course, he could have the same name and have grown up in Idaho for all she knew.

Disappointment flashed across his face again and Kira wondered if she was hurting his feelings. “Okay,” she stated firmly. “Troy, Brandon, Ryan—I want you to pick out Caleb’s picture without searching for or reading his name. Just look from twenty feet away and go straight to it.”

“Easy,” Troy said, walking at a diagonal through the crowd to stick his finger on one of the male photos. “Here he is, good old Caleb. Oh, yeah, those were the days,” he added with amusement.

A funny feeling ran up Kira’s neck when she recognized the same picture she’d seen in her yearbook inside her parent’s shed. The geeky guy with bad hair and bad acne. Troy had gone straight to it. “Of course, you could have looked at the yearbook before you came tonight just to keep up the charade,” she accused. Even so, she was starting to feel a little silly now.

Crouching down, she studied the blown-up photo. The shape of the face, the chin, the nose. She glanced backward at Caleb standing behind her about five feet away, watching her. His face was impassive, but his eyes filled with an expression of definite longing to be close to her.

The emcee got up and started jabbering into the microphone and Caleb turned in his direction. When she caught his profile, Kira could finally see the same nose—more perfectly formed with ten years of maturity. The same cut of his jaw line, and yes even those piercing, devastating blue eyes might just be the same ones—if she strained to see behind the curtain of unkempt hair in the school photo.

It seemed her accusations had been wrong all along.

When Caleb pivoted back toward her, the bass guitar player thumbed his instrument and the drummer crashed his symbols. At that moment, the CEO of DREAMS smiled at her, a flicker of amusement crossing his lips. His eyes held hers tight, and then, all at once, he was in front of her, brushing a stray curl from her eyes.

“May I have this dance, Miss Kira Bancroft?”

She nodded, biting at her lower lip. His eyes flickered down to her mouth and then up again into her eyes as he circled her waist with his arm and pulled her onto the dance floor.