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Great, just great, Maya thought as she turned away and hastily rubbed her fingers over her face. Of course, any pitiful attempt to pretend nothing was wrong would be wasted since it was obvious from the way he was looking at her that Sawyer had overheard her crying on Lia Kerrigan’s shoulder. She didn’t know which bothered her more—him seeing her in tears or that he always had to see her at her worst.

He already thought she needed constant rescuing. Now this probably made him more determined than ever to fix everything in her life.

“Well, you’ve got company and I’ve got to finish my rounds. Don’t worry,” Lia said, patting Maya’s shoulder, “I promise this little guy is going home very soon and then you’ll have him all to yourself.”

As Lia started past Sawyer, she smiled up at him. “Good to see you again, Sawyer.”

“Yeah, you, too,” he said, his eyes on Maya and Joey.

Lia hesitated, but Sawyer seemed not to notice, and after a moment she moved out into the hallway—disappointed, Maya thought. Her competition was Joey, Maya wanted to tell her, since Joey’s mom wasn’t likely to figure in any man’s fantasies right now.

Sawyer came over to stand close, looking down at her gently rocking Joey as her little boy began drifting off to sleep again. Maya looked up and caught an odd expression on his face, something both soft and fierce, that made her throat tighten and her eyes blur with tears because it echoed her own feelings about her baby.

“Hi,” he said quietly. This near to her, Maya could feel the warmth of his body, almost touching hers.

“Hi, yourself. I wasn’t expecting to see you here again.”

Sawyer shrugged, shifting his focus to Joey. “I wanted to see how the two of you were doing.” Almost as if it were an involuntary gesture, he reached out and very gently brushed a finger over Joey’s cheek. Joey gave a little gurgling sigh and seemed to look in Sawyer’s direction.

Sawyer smiled and Maya blinked, swallowing hard.

“I think he remembers me,” Sawyer said.

“Well, you do make a pretty good first impression,” she managed around the lump in her throat. “And I think you’ve been here with him as much as I have.”

“Not quite.” He went down on one knee, draping an arm over the back of Maya’s chair and reaching out to touch Joey’s tiny hand. The baby latched onto the end of his finger. “Hey, you’ve got a pretty good grip for a little guy.”