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He spotted Maeve Buchanan crossing the street.

Aaron didn’t know what to make of the fiery redhead who volunteered her time to a library and took in stray homeless families.

She had to have an angle. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he’d learned the hard way that everyone had an angle. Everyone was out for something. Just because he couldn’t see what Maeve was after, didn’t mean she didn’t have an agenda.

To listen to his uncle and the customers at the Feed Store, she was too good to be true. And Aaron realized that if something seemed too good to be true, it generally was.

Maeve was a puzzle.