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His tone was flat, his jaw tensed as if he were still fighting a temper. His blue gaze shot past her to watch the children.

“I don’t know.” Her throat went dry. Her tongue felt thick as she answered. She trembled not from fear of him, she truly didn’t believe he would strike her, but from the unknown.

“You can’t keep living out of a wagon,” he said. “I have an empty shanty out back of my house that no one’s living in. You and your children can stay there for the night.”

“What?” She stumbled back. “But—”

“There will be no argument,” he bit out, interrupting her. “None at all. I buried a wife and son years ago, and to see you and them neglected like this—with no one to care—” His jaw ground again, and his eyes were no longer cold.

Joanna didn’t think she’d ever seen anything sadder than Aiden McKaslin as the sun went down on him.

Without another word, he turned on his heels and walked away, melting into the thick shadows of the summer evening.