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Her cranky, surly nephew sat on the bare floor while a mother cat licked milk from his fingertips.

Nestled around the black-and-white cat was a bunch of brand-new baby kittens.

Derrick raised a rapt face. “She had babies. I watched.”

Gena went to her haunches. “How many?”

“Four. She’s really tired now.” He sounded vulnerable and sweet, like the loving little boy he’d once been.

“I expect so.” She stroked a finger across the mother cat’s head. The animal seemed friendly. The big surprise to her was that Quinn Buchanon would own a cat. An attack-trained rottweiler, yes. But a cat?

She looked up at the bewildering man standing inside the door. Had she misjudged him?

He was watching her. Not Derrick or the cats but her. For ten seconds their eyes held. Gena suffered a dozen conflicting emotions—including completely unwanted attraction and a need to know the man behind the haggard face and bent, scarred arm.