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Mama? Gavin frowned, a V forming between his brows. His gaze skated over Annie, stopping at her slender hands, which were clasped together to support the child’s weight. A chased silver-on-gold wedding band stood out starkly on one slim finger.

A ring he himself had slipped on.

His gaze shot back to her pale face, to the stark panic she couldn’t disguise.

And suddenly it all fit.

The ring, her distress, the little boy’s bright blue eyes and familiar grin…

Familiar because it was the spitting image of his, seen captured in photos and reflected in mirrors for his entire thirty-four years.