Page 62 of Stolen Hearts

She was just tucking the note into Justin’s file when the door opened. This time, it felt like sunlight flooded in.

Denver entered, a smile on his face.

Behind him, stood a man. Tall, dark-haired. Stacked with muscle.

And as stupidly handsome as the rest of the Malones.

She launched to her feet. “Let me guess. Another brother?”

Denver smirked. “What gave it away?”

“The eyes.” All the Malones had the gray eyes, including his daughter.

Their gazes locked for a moment in a silent acknowledgement of this. Then Denver waved a hand at his brother.

“This is Theo.”

She rounded the desk and crossed the room to shake his hand. “So good to meet you, Theo.”

They clasped hands, his palm warm and rough. His eyes held secrets, just like all the Malone men, but he offered her an easy smile that lit the gray depths.

“I thought I’d bring him by to meet you before you got busy with another patient,” Denver said.

She shifted her gaze to the open door behind them, but Justin wasn’t in sight.

“We just passed the newcomer to the program. Justin, right?” Denver asked.

She nodded.

“How’d the session go?”

She hesitated. Doctor-patient confidentiality kept her from talking about it, but she didn’t need to. Denver picked up on the shift in her.

His eyes sharpened. “Anything I should know?”

Luckily, Honor put a stop to the conversation by appearing with a bundled-up Navy in her arms, fingers streaked with the residue of blue paint.

Rhae let out a laugh and reached for her child. “Hi, Navy!”

Navy grinned and leaned forward into her.

Honor relinquished her with a laugh. “Success. She only tried to eat the paint once.”

“That’s what I call a win.”

Denver’s gaze softened on her and Navy, but she didn’t miss the flicker of worry in the depths when she avoided telling him about the session.

She shifted Navy in her grasp. “Why don’t you go see Daddy?”

She felt Theo’s surprise. His head snapped to look at Denver, then his gaze narrowed on the baby, gray eyes working over the child’s face as if trying to pick out the family resemblance.

Denver took Navy from her. The baby grabbed on to his finger, her little digits clamped around his long one, bringing a lump to Rhae’s throat.

“Meet your Uncle Theo.” He wagged his finger, moving her hand with it, and she giggled.

Theo’s focus settled on Navy’s sweet face. The baby stared up at the new person with unblinking interest.

“Hi, Navy.” His voice had suddenly grown a bit hoarser.

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