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Mallory found herself staring into a pair of deeply blue eyes.

A strikingly familiar blue.

She froze. Her lips parted, but no words could emerge, since her mouth had gone bone dry.

He was the one to break the silence, his voice deep and slightly gruff and definitely in keeping with his rough, unshaven jaw and the tousled dark hair on his head that looked in need of a good barber. “You’re Dr Keegan?”

She swallowed. Nodded.

His gaze was sharp. Studying. Almost as if he were memorizing her appearance before he stuck out a bare, long-fingered hand. “I’m Ryan Clay.”

Her hand seemed to rise of its own accord and settle against his for the briefest of moments.

The contact still managed to leave her feeling shaky.

And that shakiness had nothing to do with the words that she knew were going to come out of his mouth, before they actually did.

“I’m here about your daughter.”