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      He wanted to carry her son? “Sure. Thanks.” Why was it so easy to say that? She was exhausted enough she could accept the help, but didn’t think it was the real reason she was so comfortable with him.

      He strode around to a side door of the church like he was arriving home after a long day of work. At the door, he handed her his keys. “The gold one.”

      Zoe let them in, and Jude flicked the light on to reveal a long hall. “There are some rooms back here—one has a set of bunk beds you guys can use, bathroom is attached. The room is between two exits.” He motioned up and down the hall. “In case something happens, you can get out easily.”

      Zoe nodded. “I really appreciate—” she hardly knew where to start “—all of this.” The duffel was heavy on her shoulder, and the quicker they got to sleep the quicker they could get up and get out of here. Jude wouldn’t need to worry then.

      A man cleared his throat. But not Jude. Zoe spun around to find an older man in pajamas and slippers. His bald head reflected the overhead light. He almost looked like—

      The old man shifted. “I guess you have some things to explain, considering y’all smell like smoke and look like you’re still in shock.” He paused. “Not exactly the normal scenario for when your son brings a woman and child home to meet you.”