Seeing the two of them together did something to Leah’s chest. It was warmth and agonizing ache rolled into a solitary tight ball. Warmth . . . because any man who loved a child like this must be blessed with a true and loyal heart. Ache . . . because Leah harbored no hope that Fox would ever look at her with such adoration. That there would ever be children of their own to love together.
