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“Something about him seemed familiar. But no, I couldn’t see him well enough to make out his features.”
“I’m glad you told me.”
She frowned but nodded.
Micah peered at the baby. “She really is cute.”
“Do you want to hold her?”
His eyebrows flew up. “Me? Oh, no. That’s okay.”
“Are you sure? It’s really not that complicated.”
He glanced at Grace again, his heart rate kicking up a beat.
He considered it a moment. She was so tiny. So vulnerable.
And his emotions were too raw.
He shook his head. “Maybe another time.”
But he silently vowed to do everything in his power to keep this child—and Naomi—safe.
