“I didn’t want to interrupt. Besides, I owed you an eavesdropping.”
He had to acknowledge the truth of that. “Maybe we should agree that neither of us will eavesdrop on the other in the future.”
She nodded. “I can agree to that.”
With some satisfaction, he took that as another acknowledgment that there would be a future between them.
Cupping a hand behind her head, he kissed her lingeringly, not really caring if Lucy or Daisy or Maxine or the whole darned neighborhood saw them.
Finally breaking off the kiss, he smiled down at her. “Let’s go home.”
Entwining her fingers with his, she turned toward the door with him. “I like the sound of that.”
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Chapter One
So this was what all the secrecy, giggling and whispers had been about.
Micah Muldare sat on the sofa, looking at the gift his sons had quite literally surprised him with. A gift he wasn’t expecting, commemorating a day that he’d never thought applied to him. He’d just unwrapped the gift and it was now sitting on the coffee table, a source of mystification, at least for him.
His boys, four-year-old Greg and five-year-old Gary, sat—or more accurately perched—on either side of him like energized bookends, unable to remain still for more than several seconds at a time. Blond, blue-eyed and small boned, his sons looked like little carbon copies of each other.
They looked like Ella.
Micah shut the thought away. It had been two years, but his heart still wasn’t ready for that kind of comparison.
Maybe someday, just not yet.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” Gary, the more animated of the two, asked eagerly. The boy was fairly beaming as he put the question to him. His bright blue eyes took in every tiny movement.
Micah eyed at the mug on the coffee table. “I can honestly say I wasn’t expecting anything like this,” Micah told his son. “Actually, I wasn’t expecting anything at all today.”