There’s something about moving to a small town. I never thought of myself as a country girl, but I’m taking to it easily. It helps that my best friend’s from the area and has embraced living out here in the middle of nowhere. Moving to Norhill Tops was the best decision I ever made. The only problem is I constantly run into the one man I never thought I’d see again. Every time, I have to bite my lip to keep from doing something else entirely. We were together for only a weekend, but it was enough to leave a lasting mark. He ruined me for anyone else and he doesn’t even know it because he doesn’t remember. It’s in the way he looks at me . . . well, more like through me. Or so I thought. The dance between us is a constant struggle, especially when we get thrown together. Talk about déjà vu all over again.