Sonia stood in the shower with her forehead against the cool tile and let the hot water roll down her back. She should have been taking a cold shower after the dream she’d had last night. Again, the same mysterious man whose features she couldn’t make out. Only that he had golden hair and a body any woman would drool over. A voice smoother than the finest silk, and even though she hadn’t seen them, she knew his eyes blazed with the fire of emeralds.

She had seriously lost her mind. Or the stories her grandmother told her were true. She smiled when she thought about how her mother and father had met. They always liked to share the story of how Sonia’s mother had moved from Romania to America to go to Cornell University. Her English was a little shaky, so she was given a tutor who happened to be Sonia’s father. He was the man of her dreams––literally, according to grandmother. The Covaci women apparently dreamt of their future spouses. Crazy? Yes, but there were a lot of strange things about the women in her family. Being gypsies was only the tip of the iceberg.

Grabbing the shampoo, she squeezed a dollop into her hand and scrubbed it through her tangled hair. How long had she been having dreams of her handsome stranger? So long, she was positive if she ran into him on the street, she would blush immediately. She might not recognize his face, but her body knew his touch, and her soul knew him intimately. Most people didn’t believe in fate, and Sonia wasn’t sure she did either. However, the elder Covaci she called Nana was a firm believer and taught her that destiny wasn’t something a person could evade. It would find you no matter what. Sonia gave a snort. There was no way the stud muffin in her dreams would ever find her. He was simply a figment of her desperate and lonely imagination.