“You have a family of your own?” she asked, handing Rick a wipe for a spot he’d missed on his shoulder. Why wasn’t his wife there with him on his mission of mercy?

“No.”

So he was unattached. The fact made him no more attractive. Made no difference to her. Right?

He’d said he’d grown up in foster homes—a great place to get child care experience. His lack of wife, his life, were not her business.

She headed toward the door.

“Sorry about the suit,” she said, jittery and anxious to be rid of him. She had to get dinner started. And she didn’t need any more complications right now.

He didn’t follow her to the door. Instead, Rick Kraynick, baby wipe still in his hand, watched as Carrie rolled over. And over again. To reach the bright yellow rattle that was her favorite. It went straight to her mouth. And Sue wondered, not for the first time, if the little girl was going to teethe early.

She’d rolled over a couple of weeks sooner than Sue had expected, too.

Her visitor’s expression—soft and filled with pain, too—called to her, making her nervous.

“M

r. Kraynick, you have to go.”

He nodded. “That’s her.”

He was moved by the baby. And why did she care? This man was a total stranger to her. So why didn’t he seem like one?

“I’m not going to—”

“I know—confirm or deny. But you don’t need to. That’s Carrie.”

He was right. But then, he’d had a fifty-fifty chance.

“You need to leave.” Please. Before I do something I’m going to regret. Like let you stay.

“She seems to be a happy baby.”

“Mr. Kraynick.” Barb would be arriving soon to collect the two babies she’d had to leave with Sue when her third had a reaction to this morning’s inoculation, running a fever of 104, and had to be taken to the emergency room. “You have no idea which of those babies might or might not be your niece. Now I’m asking you to leave.”

“I heard you,” he said, still watching the baby.

Sue opened her mouth to threaten to call the police. He was breaking the law, refusing to leave her home. And then she noticed that his eyes were glistening.

And it occurred to her that they’d both buried a family member that week.

“Mr. Kraynick.” She hadn’t meant to allow any softness in her voice. He really had to go. His presence was causing her to feel things she couldn’t afford to feel.

“She…I’m sorry. She looks exactly like…someone I used to know….” His voice faded away.

Just when she was going to lose her battle with herself and allow him to pick up the baby, Rick Kraynick, the oddest man she’d ever met, turned, thanked her for her kindness and walked out of the room. And out of her life.

“I CAN’T STOP THINKING about her.”

“Rick, come on, man. What are you doing?” Mark easily dribbled around him and went for the layup. He scored.

Again.

And rebounded his own ball. Holding it against his side, he stopped and stared at Rick. “You aren’t seriously considering trying to get her yourself, are you?”

“I’m not just considering it, I’m going to do everything in my power to get her.” He’d given up on family. On making a family, or hoping for one. But he was not turning his back on family that already existed. Period. His mother aside. Her he’d written off years ago. “She’s my flesh and blood, man. She’s my sister’s child. And I know I can be a good father to her, give her a happy life. Hannah certainly had no complaints.” With a lunge, he stole the ball from the former college all-star point guard, took it out to the three point line and back to the basket for a score. And when Mark rebounded, he played him one on one until he stole the ball a second time.

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