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Cole shook his head. “And to think I actually thought I missed you.”

“Yeah,” she retorted. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

He blew out a breath, telling himself it wouldn’t do either one of them—or more important, the twins—any good to blow up like this right here in front of the sheriff’s office. It was just that he had forgotten just how easily Stacy could set him off. And half the time—like now—she did it without warning. It was like being caught in a blitzkrieg.

“Stacy,” he said, growing stern, “let me take the basket in. It’s heavy.”

“It’s not,” she argued. Except that it really was. And the babies were moving. With a sigh, she relented. “It’s awkward.”

“All the more reason for me to take it,” Cole told her. For a few brief seconds, she debated continuing to argue the point with him.

But her arms were beginning to really ache. So, in the end, she said, “Fine, you can carry them in—but only because I’m thinking of the babies.”