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fingers pressed to her tingling lips, awakened from a long slumber. Her time to heal, now long o verdue, she needed to mourn him.
    A nd move on.
    A soft whisper drew her back to the present.
    What now?
    Her chest tightened as her eyes darted back and forth for any sign of danger.
    Ginger bounded up the steps and plopped at Sam's feet with a grunt.
    “Gin, you just scared the life out of me!”
    Ginger sniffed in response, letting her eyes drift closed.
    Sam ran a shaky hand through her hair as she tried to compose herself. If Ginger wasn't alarmed, then she shouldn't be. Why couldn't the damn voices be consistent? How was she supposed to know if there was danger if they popped up whenever they felt like it?
    The chair creaked as Sam leaned forward ruffling Ginger's fur. Suddenly alert, Ginger lifted her head, tipping her nose in the air she sniffed. Her nails scraped against the wooden floorboards as she scrambled to her feet. In one swift motion, she leapt off the porch and raced toward the house next door.
    “Seriously , Ginger?” Sam sighed.
    Reluctantly , Sam pushed herself out of the rocker. Her peace and quiet short lived. She dragged her feet as she headed toward the neat, two story tan home with chocolate shutters. Of all the places Ginger had to run, why next door? A house that had been empty for too many years. Sam's stomach twisted in knots as she drew closer, sweat beading on her brow. She paused rubbing her temples as the whispers forced their way back into her head.
    Not now ! Her silent scream forced the voices to listen. She exhaled a sigh of relief, grateful they had vacated her mind.
    As she rounded the corner, she stopped in her tracks, startled to see a man kneeling beside Ginger. Not just kneeling, but actually petting her. His voice so soft, she was unable to hear what he said.
    Who is this guy? Cesar Millan ?
    Ginger never let anyone, let alone a stranger, within 100 yards of her without baring her teeth or deciding if she'd use them as a chew toy. Sam opened her mouth to tell him he was trespassing, but the words were trapped in her throat as he stood and faced her.
    A sense of déjà vu washed over her. There was something familiar about him. His presence…his demeanor…his eyes…
    Then he smiled. A crooked smile that stole the air she breathed. A rush of memories came flooding back. Of her childhood. Of happier times. Of him .
    Ian Behr.
    He'd disappeared from her life after their first stolen kiss on the dock. A kiss that forever changed her life.
    Where had he been for the past six years? Why didn't he say goodbye? Why didn't he call?
    Anger blazed in her soul. Mind-numbing anger. Ian had left her heartbroken, not respecting her enough to say goodbye. But staring into those hazel eyes shattered the silence in her heart and it began to beat again.
    He was still her Ian. Except he wasn't a boy anymore.

CHAPTER 4
     
    “Hi, Sammie.” Ian could see the conflict warring inside Sam. Anger. Confusion. Grief. Grieving for what could have been. His heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. He knew he hurt her all those years ago. Hell. A part of him died the night he left. She was the light in his soul. Without her, there was nothing but darkness. He had no choice but to slip away under the cover of night. One look into her eyes and he would have stayed. To hell with the consequences. But to save her, he had to go, even if it meant losing her forever.
    How many hours had he spent that night, watching her sleep? Not long enough. Each hour that ticked by risked her waking. Lying there, a soft smile had rested on her lips, hands tucked under her cheek. Her life uncomplicated. He couldn't take that away from her. Not until he was sure. What if he had been wrong? She wouldn't have had a chance to grow up. Experience college. Have a career.
    But he hadn't been wrong.
    More beautiful than he remembered, her black hair hung in waves just past her shoulders, the sun catching strands of auburn. Just