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Her eyes glistened with tears, and he pulled her to him.

Kitty drew in a long, shuddering breath. He wasn’t wrong about her. She cared deeply about her son and, he had to believe, about him. He could make her change her mind. “I wanted to talk to you. Come sit with me.”

Kitty walked with him to the sofa. Campbell sat beside her and took her hands. The familiarity of the act made his heart ache with the pure satisfaction her nearness instilled in him. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs over the backs of her hands. “There’s something going on between us. We’ve only known each other a few weeks, but don’t you think we owe it to each other to see where this leads?”