It was everything she'd thought it could be. He rushed in and she squealed, filled with something — surprise, excitement, love maybe. The spontaneity of it. The sacrifice. He'd come. Traveled all these miles. The packing and layovers and ticket prices had all been surmounted. He'd finally, finally, finally come. For her. For her alone. And it thrilled Carmen to her core. The tall, thin, dark-eyed Frenchman had her heart instantly. He hadn't been just a fling, he hadn't been only because she