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Ben Hovik. Tall, dark and handsome.

He was also one person in town she went out of her way to avoid.

“Olivia.” The way he said her name seemed like a caress.

Her heart cramped, as if she hadn’t already felt like a walking advertisement for Prilosec. Why did he have to look so damn good?

“I need to get back to work,” she said, desperate to avoid him.

“You don’t look like someone who should be going in to work. Is it your dad? I saw you were with your mom.”

Olivia laughed, a corrosive sound that had his eyebrows climbing. “Dad? Oh, sure. And Mom, who is apparently ready to throw off the old life and begin a new one.” Now, finally, she tried to shuffle sideways to go around him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Really, I need to go—”

“You need to vent,” he said firmly. “I’m here and willing. Plus, I’m discreet.” He looked momentarily rueful. “On my job, you get good at keeping secrets.”