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Each second that ticked by without finding his son was another second closer to losing him forever.

However, at Darcy’s look of disappointment, he said, “But I think there’s enough food to scrounge up something decent, at least for tonight. Do you cook?”

“Not really,” she admitted. “My mom always did the cooking. Her love language was food. When I was sick, she’d make fresh chicken noodle. To even suggest something from a can was an insult. She would’ve made my school lunches for me until I graduated if I hadn’t put my foot down.”

Rafe heard a hint of sadness in the deprecating laugh but he didn’t press even though he was curious. It was best to keep the lines drawn to avoid emotional entanglements. To know too much was an invitation to want more.

Like tangled sheets and rumpled clothing.