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The man slid into the booth seat opposite me and smiled. He was young and handsome with short, jet-black hair and sparkling blue eyes. His complexion was a little on the pale side, but his body was muscular and in shape. Not rock-solid, but something a girl could snuggle up to without getting poked and prodded by abs.
“I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here. A new arrival?” he asked me.
I snorted. “More like a castaway. The storm on the pass drove me here.”
“I see. I hope everyone’s made your stay comfortable,” he commented.
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you the mayor?”
He laughed and shook his head. “No, and I wouldn’t want the job. I’m just a simple hunter, a scouter, if you would.”
I blinked at him. “A what?”
“I help find lost things in the woods,” he explained.
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