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He stands just inside the doorway, scanning the room like he owns it without needing to prove it. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair slightly mussed, jacket slung over one arm like an afterthought. Dark eyes. My stomach plunges. No. No no no. For a heartbeat, my brain refuses to cooperate. It scrambles for alternatives. A lookalike. A coincidence. A cruel trick of memory. Then his gaze lifts. Finds mine. Recognition slams into me like a physical blow. The bar flashes behind my eyes. The cold brick wall. His mouth on mine. The way he said my name like it meant something. Humiliation follows, hot and sharp. I freeze. Across the table, Chloe beams. “Elara,” she says cheerfully, oblivious, “this is my brother—” She turns fully toward him. “—Rhys.” Read what happens next for FREE on Kindle Unlimited https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GMRVFFKS