Naomi had always prided herself on control—of her emotions, her choices, and especially the people she allowed in her life. But now, with both Jordan and Mr. Wells looming in her orbit, she felt that control slipping, piece by piece. Jordan’s reappearance had already rattled her, forcing her to confront old wounds she thought were long healed. But Mr. Wells’ reaction? That was something she hadn’t been prepared for. She had expected indifference, or maybe mild curiosity. Instead, he was watching her—closely, deliberately. And she knew that this was no longer just about her past. This was a battle of presence. And neither man was backing down. ⸻ A Chance Encounter or a Calculated Move? Naomi was shelving books at the store when the chime of the front door rang. She turned, expecting a customer. Instead, she found Jordan leaning casually against the doorframe, as if he belonged there. She sighed, already exhausted. “What do you want, Jordan?” “Just checking in,” he said smoo
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