The Christmas Stranger. Beth Cornelison

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      Holly thought back with fresh understanding to Matt’s quick actions at the community center when the little boy choked on his candy. “But you don’t practice anymore?”

      He shook his head, a dark regret shadowing his eyes.

      “Why not?”

      Matt shifted in his chair, and he met her gaze with a decidedly uncomfortable look.

      She realized how pushy and personal the question was and backpedaled. “Never mind. It’s none of my business.”

      “No, it’s a legitimate question. But the answer is rather long and complicated.” Frowning, Matt glanced away for a moment before returning a penetrating gaze to Holly. “I want you to know the truth. I want to be honest with you.” He scraped his palm across his jawline and groaned. His face reflected a deep, gnawing misery. “But I’d rather save this discussion for another day.”