He had come to town on a cold errand, yes.

But he had not found me by searching.

He had found me by accident, across a coffee shop, before he had any idea I was connected to anything — and he had fallen in love with a woman he believed to be a complete stranger to his purpose, a woman with plain brown eyes and a common name who could not possibly be the marked heir he’d been sent to locate.

Which meant the love had been real.