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Ten
Gamble’s woman answered the door.
“Ten,” she said in surprise. “Uh…Noel’s not here this evening. He’s working—”
“I know.” Rolling my eyes, I muttered, “I’m here for the kid. The littlest one.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Colton?”
“Yep. That one. He wants to play…” I sighed heavily, “catch.”
“O…kay.” Opening the door, she stepped aside. “Come on in then...I guess. I’ll go get him.”
I stepped inside and she disappeared from the room to find the kid. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I glanced around the front room as I waited for—
“Took you long enough to get here,” a voice hissed. I spun to find Caroline in a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants hobbling toward me. She looked tired and had bags under her eyes, but she was still so beautiful; I can’t even describe how it felt knowing she
