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It was “him.”

The same man I had bumped into days ago. His presence was impossible to ignore, handsome, impeccably dressed, and exuding a quiet confidence that made me feel small in comparison. He smiled at me, his lips curving just enough to make it clear he knew the effect he had on people.

My heart thudded hard against my chest. Up close, I noticed things I hadn’t before, a faint scar on his left cheek, the sharp line of his jaw, and the way his dark eyes softened ...