Trigger leaned his forearms on the counter and studied me. “So who was she?”
I paused mid-pour.
Damn it.
“How do you know there was a she?”
“You shut your comm off in the middle of a conversation.” He pointed toward my face. “And you’ve had that expression ever since.”
“What expression?”
“The one that says your past just punched you in the throat.”
I exhaled slowly and set the coffee pot down.
“Remember the girl I told you about?”
Trigger blinked once.
Then his entire expression changed.
“Oh.”
Yeah.
Oh.
“She’s here,” I said quietly.
“In Eagle River?”
I nodded once.
“That’s impossible.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Trigger whistled low beneath his breath. “And?”
“And she acted like she didn’t know me.”
He frowned immediately. “Yousure it was her?”
“Positive.”
“What’d she say?”
“That I had the wrong person.”
“And you believe that?”
“No.”
Too fast.
Too certain.
Because I’d seen it.
