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Shielding her eyes from the sun, Olivia put her hand over her forehead and turned toward the hangars And just like that, nostalgia hit her as her past sauntered toward her outfitted with broad shoulders, a greasy T-shirt, equally greasy jeans, and a crooked smile

Jackson Morgan

Holy

Where had all thosearound the airport with her father when she’d left A gangly teen with an aard overbite

He was neither gangly nor overbiting now

Breathe, Olivia He’s just a et out

“Olivia,” she stated when he ithin just a few feet

He tipped his head “Pardon?”

Those eyes were just as striking blue as she recalled A lock of coal black hair hung down on his forehead The rest of his thick hair see she’d ever considered her type since she left Haven and had her heart broken by a country boy

So the tingling in her belly had to be froet her feathers ruffled over an attractive s to creep into her head

“Nobody calls me Livie anymore”

Jackson shrugged “I didn’t get the memo, text, or however you communicate with those city folks—to es the question What do you want? I assu I’m the only one around”

She star

ed, trying to find some semblance of the quiet, aardly thin boy she’d last seen when she lived here “You look quite a bit different than I remembered”

“Military,” he replied, as if that one word su

Angling her body so the sun was at her back, she dropped her hand to her side “Is there soet out of this heat and discuss the property?”

“Oh, there’s nothing to discuss unless you want to help fix faulty air controls on a Cessna Skyhawk”