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The man’s familiar smile grew, warming his dark eyes and sending her heart back into a rapid frenzy.

Because his eyes looked familiar, too?

No, that couldn’t be it. It had to be because he was tall, gorgeous and casually sexy in jeans and a button-down blue-striped shirt, pulled tight across nice shoulders.

Her gaze dropped to his feet. Yep, cowboy boots, too.

Quickly blaming her renewed shortness of breath on her weakness for men in cowboy boots, Tanya looked him in the eye again, offered a raised eyebrow and waited.

“I’m a friend of the man who lives here,” he finally said. “The name’s Murphy. Devlin Murphy.”

Devlin?

Just like that, the memory of a stolen night a decade ago in Reno came back to her. After all these years who would’ve thought the first person she’d run into in this town would be the same drunken fool she’d shared an almost perfect evening with.

A fool who clearly had no idea who she was.