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Lord, don’t do this to me again.

Then Judd was laughing between mouthfuls of marshmallows that her daughter was poking into his mouth. Every bite he took, he growled and nipped at her baby fingers, which seemed to the little girl to be the height of hilarity.

When he pulled her toddler out of her car seat and into his arms, Charlie’s knuckles went white on the steering wheel. The image of a big strong man carrying her tiny child was too touching to be ignored. At that moment, she would have liked nothing better than to sit there and cry. But letting go of her emotions was a luxury she couldn’t afford.

God, please take away this feeling, she prayed silently. I don’t want to want that man….