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Clare.
His fingers tightened around the bag as disbelief hit first.
Then realization.
Then something far more terrifying.
Hope.
Raw and immediate.
He closed his eyes briefly, and Clare’s voice rose in his memory from three nights earlier, laughing softly across his kitchen island.
“You would make a terrible father.”
He had smirked then.
“Probably.”
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