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his handsome face, marveling at his understanding, kindness, and devotion to her. “Can I also tell you that I love that you were so defensive for me and protective of me?”

Ren smiled fully then, revealing his beautiful dimple. “I am both of those things. Can I also tell you that I love you?”

Mavyn’s chest filled with warmth and her breath caught in her throat. “So are you going to ask for a firm commitment that I not run away again?”

He grinned, slid his other arm around her waist, and pulled her in close. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll keep praying hard and the good Lord will keep bringing you back to me.” His breath came faster and his voice deepened. “We’re meant to be together, Mave. Please say you feel that as deeply as I do.”

“I feel it,” she admitted, gently setting the portrait next to her on the bench and wrapping her hands around his neck. “Thank you for restoring my faith in God and man.” She kissed him softly, then pulled back. “And just for the record, I am officially done running and I love you too.”

He grinned, lifted her off the bench and onto his lap, and proceeded to kiss her as the night deepened around them. His kisses lit her up and his arms kept her warm. She felt it clear through that they were meant to be together.

This was the best Christmas of her entire life.

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Ashley Casey shifted uncomfortably on the tissue-covered fake leather bed in the dermatologist’s office. Her torso, arms, and legs were plastered with an ugly rash. She not only itched like a dog with fleas, she looked awful. She was coordinating a wedding tomorrow night. A wedding she’d been working on for nine months. She couldn’t go to the elite event covered with hives, or whatever these nasty bumps were.

She pulled the flimsy robe tighter around her legs, tucking it under her thighs to try to minimize the exposure of her backside. The nurse had allowed her to keep her bra and underwear on but that was it, so the doctor could see how severe the rash was. She’d been to this dermatologist before and the doctor was a classy, fifty-something lady who exuded kindness and knowledge. At least it wasn’t some hot young doctor coming in here to examine Ashley in her underwear. How awkward would that be.

There was a rap at the door and she called, “Come in.”

The door swung wide and her heart seemed to falter. A man in a white medical coat holding a laptop paused in the doorway for a second. His blue eyes swept over her, coming to rest on her face. His too-handsome face split into the most incredible smile. His well-trimmed beard highlighted lips that were full and ultra-appealing.

“Dr. Hamilton?” a female voice questioned behind him.

“Oh, excuse me, Mary.” He strode confidently into the room with a nurse, apparently Mary, following. Extending his hand to Ashley he said, “Dr. Chase Hamilton. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Casey.”

Ashley registered the pressure of his warm, firm, manly hand surrounding hers but she couldn’t register that this was Dr. Hamilton. He released her hand and was still giving her that incredible smile as he waited for her to respond.

“Uh … wait … who are you?” she stuttered out in disbelief.

“Dr. Hamilton.” His smile didn’t falter but his gaze went to her neck and then her arms. “Hmm. That is a nasty rash. And it’s all over your body?” He stepped in closer as if he’d take her robe off and check on all her body parts covered in the angry red bumps.

Ashley gasped, pushed her hands down on the robe barely covering the top of her thighs and said, “You’re not my Dr. Hamilton.”

He paused and met her gaze again. Dang his eyes were a fabulous shade of true blue. Why couldn’t she have met this guy at one of her events? She’d be all dolled up in a fancy dress and in her element. He’d be impressed and interested in her. They’d talk. They’d flirt. As the event ended, she’d walk out to