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She couldn’t help but wonder if including Noah in their lives had happened too fast…

“I kind of wanted to cut down a tree for you and the girls the way your dad did,” Noah said.

No, no, no. Don’t say something romantic!

“I didn’t grow up with that experience,” he continued. “We had a fake tree and store-bought decorations.”

“Okay, let’s find ourselves a tree.” Hannah pushed the stroller past him until his hand covered hers, strong and firm. Breathe, Hannah, breathe. She did…and inhaled his fresh, woodsy scent. Almost pine, but not quite. Whatever it was, it was raw and intoxicating.

“Allow me.” His lips were so close, her hair moved as he spoke.

She gripped the stroller tighter for fear if she let go she’d melt into a puddle. This can’t be happening.

She wasn’t permitted to think of Noah as anyone other than Charlotte and Cheyenne’s father. She was in trouble. Being around him heightened her senses and left her feeling very protected at the same time. She didn’t need to feel protected. She could take care of herself. She could take care of the girls herself, the same way Lauren had.

But she didn’t want to. God help her, she didn’t want to do it without Noah…