Stacey Joy Netzel Boxed Set by Stacey Joy Netzel

magic to end, she
finally leaned back in his arms and gazed deep into his slate-gray
eyes.
    “Andrew…before I lose my chance…I mean, if
you were to go away again, I want you to know—”
    He silenced her with another kiss. “You set
my soul free. I’m not going anywhere.”
    “Much as I pray that’s true, you don’t know
that for sure. After what happened yesterday—”
    A finger to her lips cut her off again. As
he led her to a bench nearby and sat her down, she let her gaze
travel over his body and that’s when she noticed his clothes—a
black T-shirt, a very worn pair of faded jeans, and Nikes that’d
seen better days.
    He’d never looked better. Strange though,
the different clothes—
    “Melanie, there’s something you need to
know.”
    His serious statement brought her gaze back
to his. Before he could say something that would make her chicken
out, she leaned close to rest her palms against his firm chest. As
long as she was able to, she’d never tire of touching him.
    “It’s okay, I know already. I heard you
yesterday, and I love you, too.”
    He went still except for the hammering of
his heart beneath her fingers. Then that slow, sexy smile of his
spread across his face. “Yeah?”
    She answered with a deep, sensual kiss that
should leave no doubt as to her feelings. Still, when she pulled
away, she gave him a grin and said, “Yeah.” She reached a hand to
run her fingers through his hair, absently marveling at the short,
fashionable cut.
    “Well, in that case, you’ll have to get used
to calling me Drew.”
    She frowned with a bewildered smile, but
before she could ask why, a voice called her name behind them.
    “Melanie?”
    They both turned around to see John walking
toward them.
    “Hi, John,” she called back as she
waved.
    She couldn’t wait to introduce them, and
Andrew was right, using his full name would be a little
conspicuous—especially with John. Maybe someday, after the book,
she’d be able to tell him who Andrew really was.
    John’s gaze shifted to Andrew as he
approached, then he turned to Melanie with a wide smile. “I see
you’ve met my son, Drew.”
    Melanie’s gaze swung to Andrew’s. Drew’s . The clothes...the hair...
    Oh my God .
    “But...it’s you, ” she whispered.
    “Yes.”
    “And him?”
    “You mean me?” He smiled. “Yes.”
    She swept her gaze over Drew, then eyed John
with suspicion. “Did you know about this?”
    His welcoming smile faded to a confused
frown. “About what?”
    Back to Drew. Her heart was completely on
board, but her mind was having trouble catching up. Before she
could voice the next question on her tongue, he was already
mid-shrug.
    “I don’t know how, Melanie. All I know is I
remember both lives. Somehow, I’ve lived both lives.”
    She relaxed a bit after hearing him say what
she’d been trying to grasp. If he said it, that meant she wasn’t
going crazy. His smile wavered, vulnerable and hopeful at the same
time as he dipped his chin and lifted his eyebrows.
    “Can you handle that?”
    After a quick glance toward an obviously
perplexed John, she focused back on Drew and lowered her voice.
“Did I really hear what you said yesterday, or was that just
wishful thinking on my part?”
    “I may have the memories of two souls, but I
know you , and yes...I love you, Melanie.”
    The words sounded even better out loud in
his emotion-rough voice. Grinning so wide her cheeks hurt, she slid
her hands over his shoulders and linked her fingers behind his
head. “Then I can handle whatever you’ve got for me, Drew.”
    A grin flashed before he caught her mouth in
a hot, heady kiss that sealed their pledge and promised so much
more. She pulled him closer, reveling in the warmth of his solid
embrace. Just before passion took over, John cleared his throat and
dragged them back to reality.
    “Would someone please tell me what the heck
is going on? I thought you two just met.”
    Melanie felt Drew’s smile and eased back
with