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ike a guest in his own home, Cap stood in the foyer and watched Tess for a minute. She sat on the couch, drinking a glass of wine. Her notebook rested on her lap, and she gazed at the fireplace, lost in thought, her mind a million miles away. Her brow was creased and her mouth drawn straight.
He couldn’t stop staring at her and wondered what she might be thinking. He didn’t know much about her, and, in fact, it occurred to him that he didn’t even know her last name. But all of that didn’t matter right now. And maybe it never would. Fate or destiny had brought her to this town, to his home, and he knew better than to question the reason.
He hung up his jacket on a hook and stepped into the living room. Tess’s face transformed at the sight of him. She smiled, exposing a dimple on her r
