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seeming forlorn.
    Walking up the broken brick path to the front door, Sawyer couldn’t believe how far the place had fallen into disrepair. The porch creaked under his booted feet as he knocked on the faded red door.
    From inside, Sawyer heard the sound of feet stomping on the floor, then a woman’s shout.
    “All right, all right!” came a deep voice.
    The front door swung inward to reveal Braxton River, Remy’s father. A friendly, blond giant, Mr. River had always been kind to Sawyer, never worried when Sawyer showed up at all hours, driven from Roman Ranch by a family fight.
    Mr. River stared at Sawyer for three full seconds, blinking.
    “Hi, Mr. River,” Sawyer said, trying for his most polite tone.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” Remy’s father growled.
    “Daddy, who is it?”
    A dozen feet behind her father, Remy appeared in the living room. She froze when she saw Sawyer.
    She was as beautiful as ever, her long blonde hair in a fancy braid, her big blue eyes wide. Her heart shaped face, petite frame, and stunning curves hadn’t changed a single bit. For a second, Sawyer felt every bit as tongue-tied as the day in fourth grade when he first met her.
    Remy had that kind of effect on people, Sawyer in particular.
    “What…” she started, but her father cut her off.
    “You got some kind of nerve,” Mr. River growled.
    “Daddy,” Remy said, a warning in her voice. She swallowed, her eyes wide.
    “I just came to talk,” Sawyer said, feeling his palms start to sweat. “I thought—”
    Mr. River’s whole face turned dark with rage. “If I see you on my property again, Sawyer Roman, I will shoot you where you stand.”
    Sawyer knew he was probably gaping like an idiot. He just stood there, shocked, as the door slammed in his face. He heard the sound of the bolt being shot, like Mr. River wanted to be certain that Sawyer wouldn’t try to kick the door down and force his way in.
    Turning, he walked back down the hill to his SUV, his thoughts disordered. Sawyer had done a lot of things, especially in his time serving as a Navy SEAL.
    And yes, the last time he visited Catahoula, he’d spent a wild night with Remy River. A few drinks, a few kisses, a night with Remy in his bed… only hours before he left for a new deployment.
    He’d sent her a few letters, care of his father. Never any response.
    Sawyer just figured she didn’t want to get seriously involved with a soldier, which was good enough reason in his book.
    Driving home through the sugarcane fields, he had no idea what to make of it all.
    God knew he had a lot to atone for, his actions here in Catahoula the very least of it, but… could Remy hate him over something that happened four years ago?
    No answers awaited him back at the ranch. His brothers were conspicuously absent, leaving Sawyer to brood in silence. He unlocked his studio apartment, a fastidiously white and exposed brick affair.
    Was it possible that Remy felt slighted? Or worse, that she felt forced?
    That didn’t make sense, though. That night four years ago, they’d kissed and explored each other’s bodies, whispered their secrets. The way he’d been with Remy, he’d never given that much to anyone else. Not even close.
    Sawyer had gone above and beyond to make sure that Remy was satisfied, over and over, until the sun rose. They’d fallen asleep holding each other.
    In fact, Remy was the one who snuck out early in the morning, leaving Sawyer to wake alone. Not the actions of a woman who wanted more than a night, or so he’d thought.
    Moving his bags in from the car, he puzzled through it all. Even after a shower in the apartment’s luxurious new bathroom, he still had no clue.
    As he collapsed into the soft, king-size bed, Sawyer only knew one thing for certain.
    He was going to get to the bottom of this, and sooner rather than later. He pulled out his phone to check his messages. He quickly skimmed a few emails and listened to a voicemail from work.
    All the texts