It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if — Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
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It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if they had come close several times until finally an impatient Fate had forced their paths to intersect.

— Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night
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