“Now, why should I want a boy when I’ve already got one?” “You have?” cried Wade, his mouth falling open at this information. “Where is he?” “Right here,” answered Rhett and, picking the child up, drew him to his knee. “You are boy enough for me, son.” For a moment, the security and happiness of being wanted was so great that Wade almost cried again. His throat worked and he ducked his head against Rhett’s waistcoat. “You are my boy, aren’t you?” “Can you be—well, two men’s boy?” questioned Wade, loyalty to the father he had never known struggling with love for the man who held him so
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