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He frowned as he looked her over then turned to study both of the boys “What’s going on? I could hear the boys crying from outside”

She winced “Sorry, I didn’t think the noise would carry to the main house”

“It’s a still night and I couldn’t sleep so I opened aWhat is going on? Are they ill? Caleb looks flushed”

“You can tell them apart?”

“Of course”

There was no “of course” about it No one could tell them apart except her Even her mother had problems unless she used the small birth mark on Jamie’s back

They’d only lived here for a week How could he possibly know?

“I’ll call the doctor”

“No, wait, Caleb’s not sick He’s just teething That’s why he’s drooling and has flushed cheeks I’ve given hi in”

“And Jamie?”

“Caleb’s cries woke hi, he likes to be walked up and down and rocked I just needed to sit for a moment, and he didn’t like that”

Understatement of the century

“Obviously, you needed to sit You’re clearly exhausted” He reached over and plucked Caleb fro for the little boy to throw a fit When he was ill or in pain he only ever wanted her But even though he tensed, his face scrunching up, he didn’t cry out She let out the breath she’d been holding

“Take Jamie back to bed I’ll ith Caleb”

“Oh, but you need to go to bed I know you must have to work tomorrow I can take care of them both—”