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“She doesn’t remember you, Liam.”

Liam let out a strangled sound that caused her to flinch.

Liam. It was a nice name. Strong. Solid. He was good-looking. Rugged. He had dark brown hair. His warm blue eyes radiated an intensity that unnerved her.

And he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her.

Liam ran a shaky hand over his face. “Wh-what are you talking about, Boone?”

The sheriff still had a hold on Liam. They were face-to-face, staring each other down. Electricity crackled in the room. What had Sheriff Prescott told Liam over the phone?

Liam shook his head in disbelief. His face held a dazed expression. He swung his gaze back toward her. “Ruby,” he said, brushing off the sheriff’s grip. He took two steps toward her. She held her ground without retreating. “I can’t believe it’s you. I feel like I’m dreaming. You’re back!”

“I don’t remember you. Or this town,” Ruby blurted out. She tilted her chin up, locking gazes with him. “I’m sorry.”