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Becca’s eyes widened. The gorgeous cowboy from the bar? What was he doing here?

His mouth curled in a slow, satisfied smile.

“Marc, you run along and take your shower,” she instructed.

Her son, who was fairly well behaved for a second-grade boy, picked that moment to exhibit his rare rebellious streak. “Hi, I’m Marc.”

The cowboy smiled as he came closer, his long-legged stride graceful and annoyingly mesmerizing to watch. “I’m Sawyer.”

“Mr. Sawyer, do you like pizza?” Marc said.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Sawyer grinned.

“Then you should—”

“Marc! Scoot.” Becca tried to cut him off.

“—have dinner with us,” her son invited.

Becca bit back a groan; Sawyer’s eyes glittered with knowing humor as he met her gaze. He was amused by her discomfort, which did nothing to raise her opinion of him, but he had the decency to wait until her son was inside to laugh outright.

“Well,” he said as the front door slammed, “at least one of you likes me.”