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Matt’s small body already held evidence of the long-boned height that was as much a McLean trait as the square jaw and blond curls. His legs pumped furiously as he went after the beach ball

His son. Oh, yeah, most definitely his son. Travis was overcome by an emotion so new he wasn’t sure what it was, except that his heart seemed to somersault. Without thinking, he caught the ball. He found himself looking into a small upturned face.

“Sorry, mister,” said the boy. “My name’s Matt. Wanna play catch with my mom ‘n me?” he asked hopefully.

Travis stared into the eager face of his son, swallowed past the lump in his throat and remembered feeling the way Matt looked right now….

Dad, would you play a game of catch with me?

Sorry, Travis, but I’m late for a meeting at the hospital

“Sure thing, Matt,” he said.