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He didn’t know her name, but he couldn’t let her baby sleep on the floor. Asher Fitzgerald returned from the Army to find a stranger living in the old, dilapiated Lansing house. She was tiny, terrified, and trying to raise a baby alone in a shack that was falling apart. He saw her at the store, staring longingly at a crib she couldn't afford. Most men would walk away. Asher isn't most men. He bought the crib. He sanded it down. He painted it white. And then he showed up at her door in the middle of the night. Maggie didn't know what to do. She was used to men taking, not giving. But this giant of a man with scars on his soul just wanted to make sure her daughter was safe. He mowed her lawn. He fixed her heater. He became the father figure her baby never had. But Maggie has a secret, a dark past she’s running from.