Miras - Nora Roberts ✓

Mira’s throat went tight. “You believe me?”

The man arrived three days later, in the form of a flat tire on a rain-slicked back road. Mira was driving home with a load of Depression glass when she saw the vintage Ford pickup pulled over, hazards blinking. A man stood in the downpour, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, muttering curses at a lug wrench. Miras - Nora Roberts

His eyes—those bourbon-warm eyes—narrowed. “You’re a terrible liar.” Mira’s throat went tight

When she looked at him, she saw nothing . No shadows, no echoes, no sorrows clinging to his shoulders like a second coat. Just him. she saw nothing . No shadows

She pulled over. A Nora Roberts heroine always did.