I almost ignored it.
Marcus had already left for his morning walk, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I wrapped my robe tighter around me and opened the door.
A man stood on the porch.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in dark jeans and a plain navy sweater. His hair was neatly trimmed, and his jaw was covered with a short beard. His posture was straight, almost military.
For a moment, I thought he had the wrong house.
Then I saw his eyes.
My knees nearly gave out.
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