"I'll find you again."
That was my husband Jesse's dying promise, a vow I'm certain he'll keep. This wasn't the first
lifetime Jesse and I shared, and since love never dies, we knew, someday, we would be reunited.
After he passed away, I thought I'd never experience a love like that again—not in this lifetime
anyway—and I accepted that.
But fate had other plans for me...
I met Dev Abramson when his white German shepherd plowed into me in Central Park, knocking
me flat on my back, then slathering my face with her effervescent kisses. I was instantly drawn to
Dev's calm, centered presence and to his dog, Sheba, who welcomed me like a
long-lost friend.
Dev gave me his card, but I failed to follow up, something I deeply regretted. So, when our paths
crossed a second time, I wasn't about to let him slip away again. I needed to know more about
the handsome jazz pianist.
I never expected to fall in love with Dev, but now that I have—I'm afraid if I tell him that I was married to Jesse, one of the most famous rock stars in the world, and that we have shared previous lifetimes—I'll lose him.
But my connection with Dev was instantaneous and so deep—as if I'd known him forever.
And I can't help but wonder, maybe I have...
