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Ace—were all he had left.
    But even once they were all loaded into his spacious SUV, even though his shoulder was not touching Morgan’s, Nate was totally aware of her in the passenger seat, turning around to talk to Ace.
    And he was aware the trip to Greenville had never gone by more quickly.
    Because Morgan had switched cars, but not intent. And Nate saw she was intent on making the day fun for Ace, and her genuine caring for his daughter softened him toward her in a way he did not want to be softened.
    For as much as he resisted her attempts to involve him, it made Nate mildly ashamed that on a long car trip with Ace he had a tendency to plug a movie into the portable DVD player.
    Nate glanced over at Morgan. Her eyes had a shine to them, a clearness, a trueness.
    He was aware that since the death of Cindy he had lived in the darkness of sorrow, in the grip of how helpless he had been to change anything at a moment when it had really counted.
    Morgan’s light was not going to pierce that. He wasn’t going to allow it.
    â€œWith an oink, oink here, and an oink, oink there,” Morgan McGuire sang with enthusiasm that made up for a surprisingly horrible voice.
    It was written all over her that she was young and innocent and completely naive. That she had never known hardship like his own hardscrabble upbringing at a forge that was going broke, that she had been untouched by true tragedy.
    â€œOink,” she invited him, and then teased, “you look like you would make a terrific pig.”
    He hoped that wasn’t a dig at his housekeeping, but again he was taken by the transparency in her face. Morgan McGuire appeared to be the woman least likely to make digs.
    â€œâ€”here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink, oink—”
    He shook his head, refusing to be drawn into her world. No good could come from it. When soft met hard, soft lost.
    The best thing he could ever do for this teacher who cared about his daughter with a genuineness he could not deny, was to make sure he didn’t repay her caring by hurting her.
    And following the thin thread of attraction he could feel leaping in him as her voice and her scent and her enthusiasm for oinking filled his vehicle, could only end in that one place.
    And he was cynical enough to know that.
    Even if she wasn’t.
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    Morgan glanced across the restaurant table at Nate Hathoway. Nothing in the time they had spent in the truck lessened her first impression of him standing alone bending iron to his will.
    He was a warrior. Battle-scarred, self-reliant, his emotions contained behind walls so high it would be nearly impossible to scale them.
    So, being Morgan, naturally she tried to scale them anyway.
    She had been aware that she was trying to make him smile as they had traveled, deliberately using her worst singing voice, trying to get him to participate. She told herself it was so Ace could see a softer side of her father, but she knew that wasn’t the entire truth.
    She had seen a tickle of a smile at his forge on their first meeting. She wanted to see if she could tempt it out again.
    But she had failed. The more she tried, the more he had tightened his cloak of remoteness around himself.
    Though Morgan had not missed how his eyes found Ace in the rearview mirror, had not missed he wasindulging her antics because his daughter was enjoying them.
    Really, Nate Hathoway was the man least likely to ever be seen at a Cheesie Charlie’s franchise, but here he was, tolerating a noise level that was nothing less than astonishing, his eyes unreadable when the menus were delivered by a guy in a somewhat the worse-for-wear chicken suit.
    He ate the atrocious food without comment, slipped the waiter-chicken a tip when he came to their table and serenaded them with a song with Ace’s name liberally sprinkled throughout.
    â€œWell, wasn’t that fun?” Morgan asked as they left Cheesie Charlie’s.
    â€œYes!” Ace