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Laney started to reach for Sam, but Caleb stopped her.

“I’ve got this,” he said, lifting Sam easily and holding him against his shoulder.

Her little boy sighed and snuggled his face against Caleb’s throat.

A look flashed across Caleb’s face that Laney couldn’t quite decipher. It was a combination of surprise and tenderness and something else she’d never seen there before. Joy, maybe?

Carrying Sam, Caleb turned away, heading for the barn. She followed slowly, watching the way Caleb adjusted his gait to compensate for the additional thirty-five pounds he was carrying. He held Sam tightly, and she knew that if he was in danger of stumbling, he would fall on his wounded leg before he would let Sam hit the ground.

She realized that if she wasn’t very careful, she could fall in love with him.