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I looked at the photos of Lewis Tall, strong, heroic Going into thelives These letters had been ear after the accident

Now, at least I had a name

After reading her letters, I knew one thing for certain Noto saveit took, I’d find her and return her letters

Given that her husband lost his life saving mine, it was the least I could do

CHAPTER TWO

Miranda

I knew the first moment I laid eyes on him that he was trouble

The door to the bar opened, eht into the otherwise diht Tall and strong, his shoulders ide, his hips narrow He clutched a motorcycle helmet under his arm

A biker

When I caught a look at his face, I felt a stab of desire Despite the rugged exterior, he was beautiful Dirty blond hair below his collar, blue blue eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard on a jaw so square you could practically cut yourself on it

He re warlord looking for his next conquest Dressed in some faded orn jeans, a white turtleneck despite the eather, and a black leather jacket, he was so to look at

I’d spent the previous year in Topsail Beach and with the exception of tourist season, there weren’t eous as his To keep myself a who the strangers were, concocting fabulous identities for theined that, instead of a biker, he was a secret agent, et Or a Calvin Kleinan underwear shoot

I knew one thing for certain: any woht while her ine bashing in his handsome face, just to take out the unfair competition

Now, as the daughter of a career FBI Special Agent, I knew that spies and assassins weren't the way they were portrayed in ine Spies looked like anyone else That was their goal Blend Fade Become invisible

This stranger could never blend, no matter how scruffy his jaw or faded his jeans