“You know each other?”
Emily stood there smiling, holding hands with a man behind her. He stepped forward, and my brain stalled.
Same brown eyes. Same jaw. Older, but absolutely him.
“Mark?” I whispered.
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His eyes went wide. “Lena?”
Emily blinked between us. “Wait. You know each other?”
“You could say that,” I said tightly. “Emily, take his coat. Mark, kitchen. Now.”
“Are you interrogating my boyfriend?”
