I could not believe it was her.

The burgeoning filmmaker in me rebelled at the fantastical, unlikely coincidence. I had last seen this mesmerizing woman 11 months ago and about 2,000 miles from here.

David introduced us. She was his date for this evening of socializing and — hopefully — deal-making. David, a film executive, had invited me up to his big house in the hills. I'd been told to bring a date of my own, and I had. Her name was Sandra. But she was suddenly the last thing on my mind as I beheld this other woman who had haunted me for nearly a year.

“Kyle,” David said, “this is Jackie.”

I remembered her name, of course. I remembered every line of her delicate face, every curve of her body. As she stepped forward to offer her hand, I recalled vividly... Read More