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“You want to go get some candy with GiGi?”

      “Yes,” Autumn said, placing her hand in her grandmother’s and then telling Hannah and Matt, “We’ll be right back.”

      Maura beamed with delight.

      “That sounds great,” Matt answered. “And make sure you get some more of these apple candy sticks. I’ve got a feeling I’m going to want another one later.”

      “We will,” Autumn said.

      Hannah waited until they exited the toy store and she and Matt had waved to them before they headed across the square. Then she said, “I didn’t think about the possibility that she hadn’t been in the Sweet Stop yet. I should have thought of that, since you haven’t lived here that long.”

      “No need for you to apologize. I should have thought about the possibility that she would have wanted to go in the candy store,” he said, rolling the green apple candy stick between his thumb and forefinger as he spoke. “I took her all around the square yesterday hoping to find something she liked and didn’t even think of the candy store.”

      “You’re a doctor,” Hannah said. “Sweets probably aren’t as high up on your list as they are on everyone else’s, or at least mine.”

      He smirked at that. “Hey, I’ll have you know I like candy as much as the next guy. I just try to be smart about it.” He popped the end of the green apple stick in his mouth.

      “Well, I’ll have you know that I try to eat a little candy every day,” Hannah said, reaching back into the bag and withdrawing another piece of divinity. She peeled back the wrapper and popped the whole thing in her mouth without getting an inkling of stickiness on her fingers. But her mouth was now full, and he noticed.

      “You know, I wasn’t going to try and take it from you,” he said, laughing.

      She started to speak but couldn’t and held up a finger while she chewed. Eventually, while he kept laughing, she swallowed then also laughed. “I didn’t think you would,” she clarified. “I was simply trying to get it all in my mouth with the cellophane so my hands wouldn’t be sticky while I work.”

      “Sure you were.”

      Hannah’s skin tingled at their easy, flirty banter. Here he was, a nice guy—a doctor, no less—with a sense of humor, an amazing smile and an adorable little girl that had already touched Hannah’s heart. She could really get used to this.

      “You said yesterday that you and your sister are both in remission,” he said.

      “Yes, we are,” Hannah said with a grin. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

      “Definitely. And your dad mentioned she’s having a baby?”

      “She’s due in a few weeks,” Hannah said. “I think he was worried about her getting pregnant, because of the cancer and all, but everything has gone very well. I think Dad was afraid that if something happened and her cancer came back, then she wouldn’t be able to get treated during the pregnancy, or it would hurt the baby, or something like that. But she hasn’t had any problems at all.”

      “I’m glad she hasn’t had any problems.” He paused, seemed to think about something, and then said, “Even if something would have happened and she had needed treatments, it’s believed that treatment after the first trimester is still safe for the baby.”

      “Really? I’m sure they probably talked to Jana about it, but she never told me that. I guess I assumed you’d have to wait until after you had the baby to keep the baby from getting hurt by the treatment.” She shrugged. “I’m sure our family spends a lot of time thinking about things like that when we don’t need to worry. Especially since Jana is doing great,” she added with a smile.

      “I think any time you’ve been affected by a disease, you think about it. I’m glad Jana’s doing well. And I’m glad that you are doing well, too. Very glad.”

      “Me too.”

      He glanced out the window toward the Sweet Spot, where Hannah could see Autumn’s dark curls through the store’s window. She stood by the candy display case and pointed to something, and Maura held the phone up to take a picture. “Our family has been affected by that disease, too, I’m sure you can tell,” he said. “But this past week has been an answer to our prayers in helping us deal with everything. It’s amazing, seeing Autumn like this, happy again.” He paused. “I told Maura about her breakthrough yesterday, and she wanted to come today. I assumed it’d be okay.”

      “Of course.”

      He eyed the bag of candy then peeked inside.

      Hannah laughed. “Go on, I know you want to try something else.”

      “With the way you wolfed down that divinity, I thought I’d be lucky if there was another piece left.”

      “There are three pieces left, thank you very much,” she said, handing him one of the remaining candies.

      He smiled, unwrapped the divinity and followed her method of popping the whole thing in his mouth. Then he held up a hand to show her he’d also managed the feat without a bit of stickiness.

      “Good job,” she said, admiring not only his manner for eating the candy without getting sticky, but also the way he looked so appealing accomplishing the task.

      He finished chewing and swallowed. “Thanks. I have a feeling I learned from the master.”

      She laughed again, put down the bag of candy and picked up a tiny flower box. “Okay, but I need to take a break from eating candy now and get back to the job.”

      He fingered the small patio pieces. “I know we’re causing you to work extra hours on this display, and I want to apologize for that.”

      Hannah smiled. Here he was, finally finding his daughter again after two years and concerned that Hannah’s part in it all was something of a burden. On the contrary. Hannah thought it nothing short of a blessing, or maybe even a miracle, like Maura had said, but definitely not a burden.

      “No apology necessary. I’m not exactly on the clock when I work. I quote a price for a window display, and then I work whatever hours it takes to complete the project.” She shrugged. “I usually try to take my time, because people like watching me work in the window.”

      “I can understand why people want to watch you,” he said.

      “Yeah, I think people find it enjoyable to get a bird’s-eye view of something being created. It’s kind of like watching through the window at the Sweet Spot and seeing how the doughnuts are made, the cookies are decorated and all of that. I think I could watch them all day.”

      “You do like sweets, don’t you?”

      She smiled. “Very much.”

      He smirked. “I see, but I wasn’t talking about watching you work. The reason I can understand why people want to watch you is because I also find it enjoyable—” blue eyes lifted and found hers “—looking at you.”

      Hannah noted the intensity of his tone and the fact that he now looked at her in a way that made her feel very feminine, very pretty. She felt herself blush, and glanced away.

      “Didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” he said. “Just stating the facts. Kind of goes along with my profession, you know.”

      “It shouldn’t make me uncomfortable,” she said, fiddling with the miniature flowers for the window boxes. “But I’m out of practice at hearing those kinds of compliments, I suppose.”

      “You aren’t used to hearing compliments? Really? Why is that?”

      She was thrown by the genuine surprise in his tone. However, instead of finding his question too personal and feeling awkward, for some reason, she found it easy to talk to him, even about things that she rarely admitted. Maybe it was because he’d been through similar circumstances,

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