Any thoughts of Wood always made her remember how close he'd gotten to her in London that horrible night. What would have happened if she wasn't able to get away? It didn't bear considering. She was also bothered with the ease in which it seemed that he found her wandering the streets. London wasn't a tiny village. With a population in the millions, he shouldn't have been able to find her. Experience taught her that coincidences didn't exist. Not really. The smirk he had when their eyes met proved that he wasn't surprised to find her there. William Wood knew where to find her. How?