Sofia shoulder-checked the guy as she made her way hurriedly past before she stopped short, the familiar smell lingering in her nose. It couldn’t be him. Her stomach lurched and she spun around, grabbing the guy’s arm to yank him around to face her. It wasn’t him. But he smelled like him. How?
“I know that fucking smell,” she snapped. “Why do you smell like Thomas Hauser?”
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