Naomi didn't notice anything unusual in Sebastian's expression.
The car pulled up outside her apartment building. She thanked them both and carried Lily inside.
Sebastian's gaze lingered on the doorway long after Naomi had disappeared through it.
Miles glanced over, unable to resist a jab. "Since when do you take this much interest in a mother and daughter? You actually into her?"
"No."
Sebastian lit a cigarette, expression flat, voice cool. "Maybe we just clicked."
From the moment he'd laid eyes on the two of them, something had nagged at him a strange, persistent sense of déjà vu.
Naomi. Lily. Both of them felt uncannily close to figures buried somewhere in his memory.
"Not possible," Miles said after a beat. "Even if you don't remember her face, she'd remember yours. Naomi looke
