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The wild, reckless boy of her dreams had turned into the dark, dangerous man of her nightmares.

Only his eyes were as she remembered—bold, piercing and purposeful.

He knew.

“You look good. Just as I remembered you,” he said.

And he still had the ability to paralyze her—that stomach-quivering, breath-hitching, knee-jellying, mind-numbing power to immobilize her with one curve of his mouth.

He had no right to sashay into her store, into her life. Not after all this time.

“Why don’t you crawl out the way you came in?”

Connor’s nostrils flared slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Same old sassy mouth, too.”