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Ashley watched out the window as Devon walked away. She’d hoped Neely would invite him in, but apparently she hadn’t thought to. Devon wouldn’t ask, not with his little daughter with him. She released a sigh and sank back into the recliner. The little girl had dark hair like her daddy, but other than that, she couldn’t see her well enough through the window to catch a resemblance. Mainly she noticed her scowl. Not a good sign.
Devon had offered to help out with Joey, and she’d hoped the kids might be friends, but the frown doused her hope. But she decided not to jump to conclusions. The look may have been caused by anything. Kids didn’t like not getting their way.
What difference? Life went on. She had no expectations of anything from Devon. A small seed of anticipation had settled in her chest when he’d visited in the hospital. A neighborly friend sounded like a positive step forward, but she had the Wellses next door. In a pinch, they might keep an eye on Joey. Still, she enjoyed Devon’s company except for the buzz of guilt that lingered in her brain. Though the feeling was ridiculous, her heart didn’t listen to her brain. She couldn’t control how she felt.
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