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forget.”
    “Momma, you said a bad word!” Reece patted her leg to get her attention.
    “Yes, pumpkin, I sure did.” What impressed her, though, was the man in front of her hadn’t.
    Reece wrapped around Faith’s legs and pointed toward the massive man. “See Momma. Told’ja. Superman!”
    Morbid embarrassment slammed her, tightening her gut to the point of pain. “I’m so sorry, sir, but why are you here? I mean in my back yard?”
    The gorgeous man slid the silk jacket off and draped it over his arm in front him. Oh. My. God. The sleeves of his shirt molded to the man’s huge biceps. The clothes he wore probably cost more than the mortgage on her trailer for the year, but Faith would have to admit they put a very sexy frame on the man.
    He looked at the water on his glasses. With economy of motion, he folded them and put them in his jacket pocket as it lay draped over his forearm. “I knocked on the front door. I heard you back here laughing. I work at Guardian. Your late brother, Theo, and I were deployed together…” The man glanced at Reece, who was still hugging her leg. “I have some documentation I need you to look over. I’d like to ask you some questions.”
    Faith let a slow smile spread across her face. His dark, gravel-roughened voice would make James Earl Jones jealous. Of course, the man had to be from Guardian. It seemed they had one type. The men Faith had met, friends of Theo’s, were cut from the same cloth. Just like the one in front of her. Although Jason King was a much bigger version than the men Theo trained with.
    “I usually let Scott Barnes handle all of the paperwork that Guardian sends down. Should I call him?”
    “You can if you’d like. I’m assuming he is your lawyer?”
    “No, he was from Guardian.”
    “Then he was assigned to you as a Casualty Officer.”
    “I guess. He showed up right after the chaplain and his associate left.”
    “Momma?”
    “Yeah, baby?”
    “Do you think Superman likes us?” His stage whisper was almost a shout.
    She glanced at Mr. King. He’d frozen in the act of loosening the knot in his tie. From the shocked expression on his face, he looked at a loss for words. Almost as if it mattered to him what her baby thought of him. The guy honestly seemed decent. Massive, but decent.
    “Baby, I’m sure he likes us. He probably just didn’t enjoy Momma getting him all wet. Why don’t you and Tippy go to Auntie Helena’s? Stay in the grass and keep out of the dirt and mud, please. I’ll stand right here and watch you.”
    She kept an eye on her son as he went through the small gate in the fence and over to her best friend’s trailer. Tippy danced by his side the entire way. Helena answered Reece’s knock and expertly kept his wet BFF out of her home. Helena made eye contact with Faith. Faith gave her a thumbs-up and turned back to the very wet man in her back yard.
    She ran her hands over her face, pulling her cheeks down as she blew out a puff of air. “I have to pay for your dry cleaning. Oh heck, who am I kidding, that suit is ruined . It has to be handmade, too, there is no way you could fit anything off the rack.”
    His size, both height and, good God in heaven, those muscles, would prevent that. Faith pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and worried it as she tried to come up with a way to make amends to Superman.
    Superman, no, it was… Mr. King, that’s right, she chuckled. She walked with him back toward her trailer. Faith looked down the front of her shirt and reached up to brush at dirt stains from the dog’s bath. “Oh, shit.”
    Her exclamation brought the man’s eyes to her. His quick up-and-down told her he’d either already noticed the wet, clinging t-shirt and no bra, or he wasn’t interested. Was it bad of her for wanting it to be the former and not the latter?
    She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. “Listen, Mr. King, how about we meet when we are both dry? I’m not sure why you’re here or