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crouched down, naked in front of the couch. He looked over his shoulder. “You’re not leaving already, are you?”
    “I don’t have to if you’d like me to stay for a while.” She buttoned her blouse halfway, still heated from their coupling.
    “I’d like you to stay a bit. Have some coffee and maybe talk.” He rose up, used towel in his hand. “Just let me put something on, and then I’ll warm us some coffee.”
    “Sounds good.” While Logan took care of the dirty towel, Emma moved the coffee table back into place since they had somehow shoved it out of position with their antics and carried their used mugs into the kitchen. She poured the cold coffee from their cups down the drain at the kitchen sink and checked the coffeemaker to see if there was any hot coffee left. It looked like just enough left in the pot for two cups. Perfect. She refilled their mugs with the warm coffee and turned the coffeemaker off. As she carried the two mugs into the living room, she had the distinct feeling this situation was so right, so comfortable, it almost bowled her over. She stopped dead in her tracks in the middle of the living room, a mug of coffee in each hand, and savored the sense of being in a place that felt more like home than her own apartment.
    “Something wrong? You look lost.” Logan straightened the collar of the peach-hued polo shirt he had pulled on over a pair of loose, tan sweatpants as he entered the room.
    Emma blinked and shook her head. “No, nothing really. Just a strange feeling I had.”
    “Your heart? Are you okay? I didn’t get too rough, did I?” Concern showed in his eyes.
    She shook her head. “No, nothing like that. I’m fine. I’m better than fine.” She offered Logan a mug. “Here you go. There was still some left in the pot.”
    “Thanks.” He took a sip and sat down on the couch. “Have a seat, and let’s talk for a bit. It’s not getting too late for you, is it?” He leaned back and cradled his mug in his hands.
    “No, it’s not too late.” Emma sat on the other end of the couch and angled sideways so she could look at Logan’s slightly flushed face. “You have such a familiar look, I swear I’ve met you somewhere before, but I just can’t figure it out.” The blond curls of his hair and his large blue eyes struck a chord in Emma. Even the way Logan smiled seemed familiar, but she just couldn’t put her finger on exactly where they had met.
    “I have the same feeling about you.” Logan narrowed his eyes. “You haven’t purchased a Jaguar lately, have you? Haven’t been in a dealership to look at one or take a test drive?” He took a sip of his coffee, watching Emma over the rim.
    Emma laughed, holding her coffee mug away from her so she didn’t spill any on her blouse. “There’s no way I would ever even bother to look at a Jaguar. I can barely afford my Chevy. I haven’t worked in over a year, and my disability payments aren’t all that much.”
    Logan lowered his cup. “Sorry, I forgot about your disability. You sure didn’t seem disabled a little while ago.” He winked. “I know I’ve met you before. I just can’t picture where or when. There’s so much about you that seems familiar.” He pressed his lips together for a moment. “Do you have a clue?”
    Emma shook her head. “I have no idea. What about me is familiar to you? Maybe if we told each other what we seem to recognize, it will help us remember where we’ve met before.”

Chapter Six

    Logan wasn’t sure where to begin.
    His day had begun like any other, but early in the afternoon, in the lull that came just before the usual customers got off work and came in to browse, he had a strange urge to leave work and just go sit in the park where he and Christi used to go. He’d given in to said urge and left work, feeling as if in a daze, and ended up on a park bench looking out over Lake Erie, his mind vaguely empty.
    Then Emma walked up, and his world turned upside down.
    He took