let us know!"
"Wow." The possibilities were tremendous with Mark no longer in diapers. "If I come home and I don't have to change him, I'll have died and gone to heaven. Do you have any clue what that's like?"
"Millions of women and men know, believe me."
"Yeah, but I don't." He picked her up and swung her around. "Callie, if you could do that, then you are my guardian angel."
She gave a deep throaty chuckle.
Her body was soft and lithe in his embrace. His senses stirred, sending a rush of heat through his veins. Without thought, he leaned forward and kissed her. Her mouth opened to his. Their tongues mated. He tasted sweetness and chocolate, a rich combination that imprinted on his brain. He'd never be able to eat that kind of cookie again without tasting this moment.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard even through her clothes and his. He wanted her. She had come into his life like a whirlwind at a time when he'd had to set aside adult relationships. Yet she had already made wonderful changes in his everyday life. He needed a much more intimate change between them, one that was forbidden.
Callie pulled away. "Richard, we shouldn't."
He was sick of that notion. Maybe they shouldn't, but he damn well wanted her to know what they might both be giving up.
He kissed her again, tasting her mouth, tasting her
I need as she came to him eagerly. Her fingers dug into i his shoulders. Her hips pressed against his. Their thighs l brushed together. She might not want to be with a man, f but she wanted him.
When he let her go this time, her eyes fluttered slowly
open as if she was still caught in the grip of the kiss.
Her lips were swollen from their passion. That pleased
him.
"Don't worry," he couldn't resist saying. "It was just between friends."
"Oh." Her eyes narrowed. He had the distinct feeling } she didn't like that remark. Which pleased him even i more. It was nice to be the elusive one for once. "I really have to go," she said. He walked her to the door, deliberately not touching her. He went outside with her to her car, neither of them speaking, yet the awareness between them nearly tangible. The chill air didn't bother him, although she \ pushed up her coat collar. He opened her car door and said, "Callie, thanks for everything. You are my guardian angel."
"Your friendly guardian angel." Her voice sounded sour.
He kissed her cheek in the most platonic of gestures. "Absolutely. I'll call you tomorrow."
She nodded curtly, then left him standing in the driveway as she backed the car out into the street.
Richard watched her pull away around the corner before he went into the house and shut the door. His l friendly guardian angel. He wondered how long that would last and hoped not long at all.
He headed for the kitchen and another cookie.
"But i don't want to clean my room!" Jason stamped his feet and folded his arms across his
chest, his look defiant.
Callie sighed. Just what she needed: Mr. Macho Man. "Okay, my friend. It's your choice, so I guess you won't be playing your video game tonight."
Jason's arms fell to his sides and his jaw dropped open. "What!"
Callie shrugged. "Your room's a disaster and I am certainly not going to clean it."
"But we have a cleaning lady!" Jason wailed.
"That may be, but she won't be able to set foot on a square inch of carpet, let alone vacuum it. You have to clean it up. The last thing I want is to dig up some experiment in there on how many fruit flies can exist off a dirty dish under the bed. Unless it's a science experiment for school, it's just a plain old mess."
"It is an experiment," Jason said quickly.
"Then show me a note from a teacher that it is, and you're in the clear. Just like your room needs to be."
The boy frowned. "Uncle Richard always cleans up my room for me."
Callie turned her head to one side and then the other to display her profile. Aggrieved, she said, ' 'Do I look like Uncle Richard? I'm much shorter and less hairy, thank
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