Finish Line, Dead End
Eighteen years ago, Sarah Lincoln saved Harrison Flores from a fire. He never forgot her—but he mistook Eileen Black for her. He helped Eileen hurt Sarah again and again. By the time Harrison uncovered the truth, she was already blazing bright beyond his reach. Will they ever find their way back to each other?
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