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A black-haired boy dressed in an oversized pirate’s hat and black rain boots stepped in front of her.

“Ahoy, yourself, Davy.” She recognized Davy Diaz, whose grandfather was her landlord.

“Be ye knowin’ this comely lass, son?” The tall, handsome man with Davy glanced down at the boy, then winked at Meg.

Her heart did a flip.

Davy nodded. “Miss Meg is my Sunday school teacher.”

“Sunday school, huh? You lucky kid.”

Warmth crept into Meg’s face as both Davy’s and his father’s smiles widened. Then Davy looked up at him.

“Did you go to Sunday school, Dad?”

“You betcha.”

“Shiver me timbers!”

The man laughed, his gaze catching Meg’s as he held out a hand. “Nice to meet you, Miss Meg.”

“Meg McGuire.”

“I’m Joe Diaz.”

Meg’s heart skittered again. What was wrong with her? Losing herself in the warmth of his eyes and that smile, she thought, maybe it was true that when God closed a door, somewhere he opened a window….