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Оглавление“I told you—I’m not an expert in all this. I have no idea how to look after a baby!”
Dan reached over and touched her hand. She was getting flustered again, starting to get upset. “Carrie McKenzie?” He kept his voice low.
“What?” she snapped at him.
Yip, he was right. Her eyes had a waterlogged sheen. She was just about to start crying.
He gave her hand a little squeeze. “I think you’re doing a great job.”
Those dark brown eyes were still looking at her.
Still looking at her as if he understood a whole lot more than he was letting on. As if he’d noticed the fact that she was seconds away from cracking and bursting into floods of tears.
She looked down to where his hand covered hers. It was nice. It felt nice. And that was the thing that scared her most.
When was the last time someone had touched her like that? At the funeral? There had been a lot of hand-squeezing then. Comfort. Reassurance. Pity.
Not the same as this.
He smiled at her. A sexy kind of smile. The kind that could take her mind off the nightmare she was currently in.
