Chapter 7
“Uh, no, I’m Noah,” the lookalike said.
Holy crap, the man looked just like Joey. How was that even possible?
It was the eyes. Those same eyes that looked at me five days earlier and seemed to know exactly what was going on inside my head. Those eyes that haunted me and made me want to rush back to Winter Ridge just to find him. Those eyes that made me afraid to go back because I didn’t know what he’d see.
It was the eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to recover from my shock. “You just look like someone else, I guess.”
Noah laughed. “I get that a lot. It’s strange, but I must have one of those faces.”
“Something like that,” I muttered.
How the hell was I going to make it through the night staring at a guy who reminded me of someone else? Someone I was trying desperat
