It can’t be. I try to tell myself because Rory and this man had so many differences. Rory didn’t look rich, feel rich, or even smell rich, but then this man standing was everything but the exact opposite of that.

But there is also no doubt in my mind that the man I met three months ago is the man standing in the room at this moment. They do have the same brown hair with the mixture of gold, and those green eyes I haven’t been able to forget since the night he saved me from Luke, those same eyes I’ve seen in dreams that kept enticing me, luring me...