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really did look so much like her ex-boyfriend. Savannah had to blink twice to make sure he wasn’t a mirage—a strange figment of her imagination.
    He moved his arms forward, rubbing both of them. “Thanks.”
    Savannah reached into the drawer of the table behind her without taking her eyes off him. He looked surprised to see her point a Glock at him. “You have five minutes and then I’m calling the cops.”
    â€œFour minutes.” Something about his eyes was familiar to Savannah.
    He reached for his pocket. Savannah clicked back the Glock. The sound stopped him. “I need to show you this e-mail I got from Major. From your dad.”
    Savannah patted her foot. “Go ahead, but I must warn you. If I see anything shiny, I’m shooting first and asking questions later.”
    Bridges removed his black wallet and took out a folded sheet of paper. He hesitantly walked closer to her, and was about to hand it to her, when Savannah said, “Hold it up.”
    He did as instructed. Her eyes scanned the piece of paper. He could have forged the e-mail; but for now, she would pretend to trust him. That is, until she could find out more about who this Bridges guy was, and how he knew her dad. A little relief swept through her body as she lowered her gun, but she refused to take her hand off the trigger.
    â€œHave a seat,” she said as she motioned for him to move forward toward the living room. “Excuse the paper. My sisters and I were celebrating. Well, anyway, it doesn’t matter. Just tell me how you knew my father.”
    â€œSavannah, it’s me.”
    Savannah stared at him with a blank expression.
    He continued, “It’s me . . . Troy.”
    Savannah blinked her eyes a few times. So many questions ran through her mind. She always imagined what she would say or do if she ever saw Troy again. In her fantasies she would make love to him first, and then curse him out later. Now that he was actually sitting here in the flesh, Savannah was speechless. Her mind flashed back ten years. Ten years ago, she was a starry-eyed college student head over heels in love with Troy Nelson, not Troy Bridges. Regardless of what name he was using now, Troy left her heartbroken, and for that, she should aim the gun and shoot him in the heart. Fortunately for him, she loved her freedom too much.

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    Troy didn’t expect to be manhandled by the beauty, who stood five feet six inches tall. When he approached the house, he had heard Savannah and her sisters; he wanted to catch her by herself. From what Major had told him, Savannah and his other daughters were more than capable of taking care of themselves. His task now was to convince Savannah that she needed him as much as he needed her. She had some key information somewhere in this house, and he decided to go about it the right way. With his training, Troy could have done a sweep of the house, and, most likely, she never would have known he was there. But then again, if memory served him correctly, Savannah was a stickler for things being out of place and would have noticed if one item had been moved. He hadn’t counted on his old feelings for Savannah to resurface so soon. There was barely a day that went by that Troy didn’t think about her.
    Troy had kept up to date via Savannah’s father on the comings and goings of her life. She was definitely a knockout, literally and figuratively speaking. He wished he could have met her under normal circumstances. Troy recalled the few months of peace and joy Savannah had brought to his life ten years ago. She had a way of making him feel good, in and out of the bedroom. The look she gave him now was a far cry from how she used to look at him. If looks could kill, he would be six feet under.
    â€œI don’t have all night,” Savannah said as she stared at him with her piercing ebony eyes.
    Troy contemplated how much he wanted to reveal to Savannah. He decided to go the