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A man wearing a cowboy hat hunched over Claire, his features blurred.

“I called the dispatcher,” he said. “The fire department’s on the way.”

She heard a wail in the distance and Claire wanted to shriek with it.

Her special day. Her anniversary. The last one spent cruising her hometown roads before they moved. Ruined. No. Demolished by this...this...

She squinted upward and focused. A dark swirl of hair brushed across the tall man’s forehead; a light scar zigzagged down his square jaw.

It couldn’t be...

“Tanner?”

“Hello, Claire.” His mouth went up, just a fraction—the same ready-for-anything smile that had once undone her.

She closed her eyes, heart thudding. Ten years since she’d vowed never to see him again...and now here he stood, two for two in wrecking her life.