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“Magnolia McCabe. Are you accusing me of just wanting to spend time with you?”

Maggie flushed at Hart’s low, flirtatious tone.

His smile widening, and with his son cradled tenderly against his chest, he inched closer. Maggie rocked back in her chair and tried to calm the immediate spark of excitement she felt. And instead got sucked in by his gaze. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to rise and join them both.

“Because it’s really not true,” Hart teased gently. He sat on the edge of her desk, facing her. “It’s Henry here who is completely and utterly crushing on you.” He rubbed the toddler’s back. “Henry, whose heart you seem to have captured.”

It was easy to see the staggering resemblance between Hart and his son. Both were incredibly handsome and engaging in their own way.

Maggie felt something catch in her heart.