Tears seared her eyes because she was about to keel over and her world was still imploding and she had so much on her plate that stuff was spilling over the sides, and this man had made her a chocolate milk shake. With extra protein.
“Hey,” Matt said quietly, when she realized she’d made this pathetic little hiccupping sound. She looked up into those lovely brown eyes all soft with concern. And hiccupped again. “It’s okay, the kids are okay, you’re here and we’ve got it covered.”
“We?”
“Me. Abby. The dog. So eat. Then take a hot bath and go to bed. How’s that sound?”
“Like heaven.” Kelly took a deep breath, then bit into the sandwich. And groaned. “Oh, my God—what’s in this?”
“Whatever I could scrounge up. Beef. Turkey. Bacon. Salad stuff. And some Asian dressing I found in the door, I assume belonging to my sister.”
“Speaking of heaven...” She pointed to the sandwich. “Dude.”
Matt grinned. One of those grins that, had she not been so tired, had life not been so insane, had this not been her and Matt...
Eat your sandwich, chickie.
“How were the kids?” she said, tilting the shake to her lips.
“Fine. Baby passed out ten minutes after you left, ate a huge bowl of mac and cheese when she woke up, after which she terrorized the dog until right before you got back.”
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