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“Not if you’re breaking into your own house” She took the hand he offered and hopped up She was quick and agile like a dancer and in better shape than hier and moved like an athlete

“If this is your house, why are you cli in a ?”

“I don’t have my key”

He jacked an eyebrow “Locked yourself out?”

“No I did not” For soical question stirred her juices “I went for a run and when I caone,” she insisted

“From your pocket? Maybe you dropped it somewhere on the road”

“The key wasn’t in aze slid away from his “I keep one hidden…somewhere It was there when I left”

“I see” Too stubborn to admit her mistakes

“Somebody took that key” She fisted a hand on one hip and squinted The look was co, too “Maybe you took it”

“Me?” Gabe touched his chest, both amused and taken aback at the ridiculous notion “Why would I steal your house key?”

She surprised hiht Why would a total stranger co?” The really cute squint returned “Unless you’re some kind of a stalker”

“How many stalkers do you know that carry around a two year old? I’hbor Moved in a feeeks ago” He jerked a thumb toward his house “This little monkey is my son, AJ”

Everything about her softened—her stance, her expression, even her breathing—as she turned her focus to AJ Gabe had never seen anyone hbor ca more attractive than a woman who liked kids, especially his

“Hi, AJ” Voice warer AJ responded with his usual babble about trucks and Elmo “I’m Brooke Can you say Brooke?”

“Book”

She lifted s blue eyes to Gabe’s “He’s adorable”