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One glance at the little boy in the hospital bed was all it took.
Sawyer’s heart dropped right out of his damned chest. The dark hair, the upturned little nose…
Remy’s son could have been the photo-perfect image of Sawyer at that age. Or Walker, or Colt…
Roman men were undeniable that way.
When Remy called him, said what she said… a part of him questioned her sincerity. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she was joking.
But one glance at that little boy, and he knew.
It was too much. He went right back to the overwhelmed headspace he’d lived in right after getting his papers from the SEALs… stressed beyond thinking, unable to take in anything new.
The second that he heard that the kid was going to be okay, he left Remy in the dust. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her, to think
