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I was frozen. Isaac wasn’t looking at me like he remembered me. There was interest on his rugged face, but nothing else. Did he not remember me? I wasn’t about to out myself to Kara as having slept with the man already, so I finally managed to force a smile to my lips. “Nice to meet you.”

He twisted a cowboy hat in his big hands and sent me a slow smile that set my body on fire. A scar cut through his lips that I didn’t remember being there before, but it’d been dark in the bar and his truck. “Nice to meet you, ma’am. I hope you’re finding Briar’s Point to your liking.”

Tyler snorted. “I think it just got a little better for her.”

I kicked him under the table and forced another pleasant smile to my beet-red face. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to crawl under the table and die. Isaac seemed completely calm and collected. Did he really not remember me? God, that was insulting.

“Mallory’s been in Briar’s Point before, just for vacations and things.” Kara pretended to notice something in the distance and gasped. “Oh, Casey is grabbing Taylor. Come on, Tyler. We’d better go get them.”

Tyler grunted. “Why do you need—”

“Tyler, come on.” Kara grabbed his hand and pulled him up. “Isaac can keep Mallory company until you’re back.”

I wanted to scream at my sister, but before I could do anything, she handed Hank to me and waved goodbye like the fucking queen of England. I bit my tongue and cradled Hank into my chest. His weight calmed me until I realized that I was holding the man’s son and Kara had just left me alone with him.

If he felt awkward at all, Isaac didn’t show it. He took the seat Tyler had vacated and turned to face me. His knee brushed against my hip, but he just apologized and shifted the smallest fraction away. The warm scent of him filled my nose, and it was hard not to breathe in deeper. “Your son?”

I cringed. “Yes. Hank.”

“He’s a beautiful baby.” Isaac pushed up his sleeves and laughed when Hank reached for him. “He’s not a shy kid, huh?”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Isaac’s forearms. They were tan and dusted in blond hair, but they were bare. No tattoos. I sucked in a sharp breath and looked up at his face, surprised to find him already watching me.


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