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Оглавление“Find a place to sit. I’ll be right with…”
You.
Kate felt a sudden disconnect between her brain and her voice when she spotted the man standing just inside the entrance, backlit by the morning sun.
Alex Porter, in the flesh.
In her café.
She’d sat right next to Abby in church the day before and her friend hadn’t warned—told—her that Alex would be in Mirror Lake.
A week early.
Their eyes met over the counter and Kate’s heart did a backflip. As impossible as it seemed, the man was even more good-looking than she remembered.
“Abby sounded a little stressed out the last time I talked to her,” he said. The rough velvet voice had a serrated edge that immediately put Kate on the defensive. “I decided to drive up a few days early to help out.”
Kate knew better. Men like Alex Porter didn’t help out. They took over. And the guy probably didn’t have a clue that he’d been the cause of Abby’s stress.
