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As soon as his daughter was out of earshot, Carson snagged Phoebe’s elbow with a gentle hand.

Warmth spread in tingles up her arm as she turned a questioning gaze to him.

“Listen,” he said. “I really appreciate you working with Heidi on this.”

Up close, she saw that his brown eyes were flecked with the barest hint of gold. Fighting the urge to stare, she focused her gaze on his nose. “I sense she’s a good kid who’s had a tough time lately. As I said before, the move had to be hard on her.”

“Unfortunately, there’s a lot more to it than that. But she’s not a bad kid,” Carson said.

She met his tawny gaze, and for just a moment, she couldn’t look away, could barely even breathe. Her stomach dropped, and her legs trembled. Where in the world had he gotten those unbelievable eyes…?