I knew him from somewhere, but couldn't place it. Those muscular arms were not something I'd forget, and I found those words I thought so often after Peg left entering my head … he's gorgeous.

I tried to find a moment to approach him, but he was popular. I made small talk with people I hadn't seen for two years and waited for the chance to talk to the man I wasn't sure I'd ever met.

Suddenly, arms around my waist and familiar breath in my ear.

"Seoul airport. 1951. There's a birthmark on your inner thigh."

I smiled. Trapper.