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Keltie couldn’t believe that she was staring her best friend in the face.
Claire was just as beautiful as ever—silk blue button-up blouse with a black blazer over it, and the same chevron necklace that Keltie had given her two years ago. She looked like she was at a real estate showing.
“I thought you had died,” Claire said.
Keltie ran forward with her arms open wide.
But Claire did not move.
Keltie stopped. Grayson pulled her back.
Shadows emerged from the buildings around the settlement.
Keltie recognized the faces.
A young man in a blue sport coat, smooth black hair.
“Alistair!” Keltie cried.
Her loan officer. The colleague she’d spent more time with than her own family. He was still handsome, with the same freckles on his face, and the same cocky gait and the same white s
