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He walked into the café on his first day as sheriff and I almost called the cops on a cop. I saw the gun first — then the badge, then the silver at his temples, then those eyes that wouldn’t stop finding mine across the counter. He ordered breakfast like a man who hadn’t smiled in years. I had no idea he was the same stranger from a disastrous Tinder date four years ago. And I definitely had no idea that by tonight, I’d be spilling hot coffee on his lap, crying into his chest, and kissing him like my life depended on it.