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He remembered her, of course. He had long taught himself the art of etching in his long-term memory the faces of the people he met in different places. It was part of his cover. In order to make sure nobody would be able to track him, of course he had to remember which people he had met in a different 'lifetime'. He had to know which people to avoid once he'd taken a new identity. So when he saw her, it didn't take a long time before his brain was able to put a name to the face. Sloane. Sloane Kennedy. She was one of the most recent ones. And he remembered her because of a mate he'd gained back in Ireland--Shawn.

His mouth fell open as the urge to speak took over, but he closed it again--not knowing what to say. Should he deny being the Logan she knew? Should he pretend he didn't know what she was talking about? For a few moments, he actually considered just turning around and walking away, but he knew that wouldn't have gone well. Taking a risk by not just walking away, he resorted to doing the only thing he could do. "Umm, pardon me, what? Sorry, I'm...not a Logan. And I don't know about a Shawn either. I think you've mistaken me for someone else."