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The low amber lighting of the hotel lounge gave everything a soft, expensive glow—polished marble, quiet piano music, and glasses that chimed gently when they touched the bar. Claire Matthews paused just inside the entrance, brushing a strand of her auburn-red hair behind her ear as she took in the room. Three years ago she’d left this city after her divorce, packing her life into a quiet condo two states away. Coming back for a weekend conference had felt strange enough. She hadn’t expected the past to greet her so directly. Or so handsomely. Her breath hitched in surprise when she spotted her ex father-in-law seated at the far end of the bar. He looked almost exactly as she remembered: broad-shouldered in a tailored suit, silver at his temples, relaxed in a way that suggested he belonged in places like this. If anything, time had made him more striking. Claire had always noticed him during family dinners years ago, always careful not to linger too long when he smiled or spoke directly to her. His eyes lifted just then, catching hers across the bar. Recognition sparked instantly. Surprise followed, then a slow, amused smile that made Claire’s pulse stumble. “Well,” He said as she approached, voice warm with disbelief. “Claire. I never expected to see you here. Thought you moved away.” Claire slid onto the stool beside him, her heart beating faster than she liked. “Neither did I. And, yes I did,” she admitted, meeting his gaze. But suddenly, she was very glad she had come back.