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Sam pulled the family minivan into Polly’s driveway, took one look at his surroundings and groaned. They’d done it. Right under his nose. Despite all the so-called rules he laid out and his own insistence he wouldn’t be falling for any of their shenanigans, Sam had played right into the matchmaking hands of Max and the triplets.

“I can’t believe I fell for that,” he muttered quietly, realizing now that Max had never even asked where Polly lived.

He chuckled softly at the ingenuity of the foursome, even if their matchmaking mission was doomed to failure. He was making a delivery. That was all. He focused on the task at hand, getting these things to a customer, to Caroline’s teacher. No distractions, no complications.

“No problem.” Sam couldn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth not ten seconds after he had knocked on the door and Polly had asked him to come around to the back of the house, go down through the basement door and up into the house because she didn’t want the little dog to run out the door again. He should have just hollered back through the closed door that he’d leave the things on the front porch, have a nice day, see you around, something like that. Instead he took the long way around, into the basement, up the stairs and through the door that let him into the small, sunny kitchen.