“Can I get a beer from you, sweetheart, or do I just get to enjoy the view?”
Jo cocked her hip out of habit, but something about that voice sent shivers down her spine. It was too gruff, too familiar, it felt a little too much like home. She glanced upward at the mirror behind the bar to see him sitting there, the hunter that haunted her dreams.
She turned to face him, spouting his drink order, and his face immediately clicked into recognition.
“Jo?” He blinked back at her, shocked expression turning downward into a frown almost immediately.
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