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Authors: Wendy S. Marcus
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how much money you have in the bank and in your investment accounts, and you will know how to write a check.”
She peered up at him from the corner of her eyes. “And the driving?”
He smiled. “If we can’t find the study guide for a driver’s permit test online, I’ll pick one up from the DMV,”—Department of Motor Vehicles—“on Monday. As soon as you pass the test, I will personally teach you how to drive and you can use my SUV to take your road test.”
She dropped her precious papers to the floor, lunged her upper body across the center console, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you,” she kissed his cheek. “So much.” She kissed him again.
Then they were kissing for real. Because he’d turned his head, intent on catching her lips with his. Success.
For a split second she stiffened and he thought she might pull away. Then she melted against him, opened for him, and before he knew what he was doing he’d dragged the rest of her onto his lap like some hormone-crazed teenager looking to get lucky in daddy’s Dodge.
His eyes may still be working on identifying the differences between Jena and Jaci, but his body sure recognized Jena, and at that moment, was most interested in rekindling their naked acquaintance.
They came up for air, both breathing heavy. “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t. “I shouldn’t have—”
“It’s okay.” She started to move away. He let her go but was not at all happy about it. “I guess I made the first move.” She patted down her hair and readjusted her blouse. “Again.”
He smiled. “Next time it’s my turn to make the first move.” In a room with a bed, when the babies were sound asleep and Ian was somewhere else and there was no chance they’d be interrupted. Then he’d wipe “fine” from her memory and replace it with amazing, unforgettable, stupendous. Never to be topped by any other man.
She looked away, like she often did when she didn’t want him to know what she was thinking. “Can we not tell Jaci how inept I am at managing my life?” she changed the subject. “I’d rather she not know.”
“You’re not inept you’re inexperienced.” He reached out, gently took her chin in his hand, and turned her head to face him. “By Monday that will no longer be the case, because I have the next two mornings off, and I plan to spend them teaching you.” Hopefully about more than her finances. “And on account of the major secrets your loving sister and my alleged best friend have kept from me, I’m kind of looking forward to having some secrets to keep from them. You got anymore?”
She nodded. “You know the rich, gooey, chocolate cake Jaci delivers to you on your birthday?”
“Of course I do.” With milk chocolate ganache frosting, layers of the best buttercream mixture he’d ever tasted, and dark chocolate shavings on top. His mouth watered. “Every year since I turned fifteen.”
Jena smiled sadly and nodded. “They weren’t from Jaci, they were from me. And she didn’t buy them at a bakery, I made them.”
“You?” No way. That cake was pastry chef quality. “From scratch? Come on.”
“I spent a lot of time at home. I made friends with the staff. They taught me things.”
She stared back at him, confident, seeming to dare him to question her. Well wudda you know? “That explains why Jaci missed my last birthday. That little liar. I’m going to—”
She smacked the base of her palm to her forehead. “I forgot your birthday. I can’t believe it. I’m so sorry.”
He reached out to move a curl that’d fallen down close to her eye. “I’m guessing you had a lot going on at the time.” Since she would have been around eight months pregnant.
She nodded.
He leaned back in his seat. “It’s been quite an evening,” he said, letting out a huge breath, feeling weighted down by all the revelations of the past few hours.
She stretched. “I’m exhausted.” She angled her watch to catch a ray of
She peered up at him from the corner of her eyes. “And the driving?”
He smiled. “If we can’t find the study guide for a driver’s permit test online, I’ll pick one up from the DMV,”—Department of Motor Vehicles—“on Monday. As soon as you pass the test, I will personally teach you how to drive and you can use my SUV to take your road test.”
She dropped her precious papers to the floor, lunged her upper body across the center console, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you,” she kissed his cheek. “So much.” She kissed him again.
Then they were kissing for real. Because he’d turned his head, intent on catching her lips with his. Success.
For a split second she stiffened and he thought she might pull away. Then she melted against him, opened for him, and before he knew what he was doing he’d dragged the rest of her onto his lap like some hormone-crazed teenager looking to get lucky in daddy’s Dodge.
His eyes may still be working on identifying the differences between Jena and Jaci, but his body sure recognized Jena, and at that moment, was most interested in rekindling their naked acquaintance.
They came up for air, both breathing heavy. “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t. “I shouldn’t have—”
“It’s okay.” She started to move away. He let her go but was not at all happy about it. “I guess I made the first move.” She patted down her hair and readjusted her blouse. “Again.”
He smiled. “Next time it’s my turn to make the first move.” In a room with a bed, when the babies were sound asleep and Ian was somewhere else and there was no chance they’d be interrupted. Then he’d wipe “fine” from her memory and replace it with amazing, unforgettable, stupendous. Never to be topped by any other man.
She looked away, like she often did when she didn’t want him to know what she was thinking. “Can we not tell Jaci how inept I am at managing my life?” she changed the subject. “I’d rather she not know.”
“You’re not inept you’re inexperienced.” He reached out, gently took her chin in his hand, and turned her head to face him. “By Monday that will no longer be the case, because I have the next two mornings off, and I plan to spend them teaching you.” Hopefully about more than her finances. “And on account of the major secrets your loving sister and my alleged best friend have kept from me, I’m kind of looking forward to having some secrets to keep from them. You got anymore?”
She nodded. “You know the rich, gooey, chocolate cake Jaci delivers to you on your birthday?”
“Of course I do.” With milk chocolate ganache frosting, layers of the best buttercream mixture he’d ever tasted, and dark chocolate shavings on top. His mouth watered. “Every year since I turned fifteen.”
Jena smiled sadly and nodded. “They weren’t from Jaci, they were from me. And she didn’t buy them at a bakery, I made them.”
“You?” No way. That cake was pastry chef quality. “From scratch? Come on.”
“I spent a lot of time at home. I made friends with the staff. They taught me things.”
She stared back at him, confident, seeming to dare him to question her. Well wudda you know? “That explains why Jaci missed my last birthday. That little liar. I’m going to—”
She smacked the base of her palm to her forehead. “I forgot your birthday. I can’t believe it. I’m so sorry.”
He reached out to move a curl that’d fallen down close to her eye. “I’m guessing you had a lot going on at the time.” Since she would have been around eight months pregnant.
She nodded.
He leaned back in his seat. “It’s been quite an evening,” he said, letting out a huge breath, feeling weighted down by all the revelations of the past few hours.
She stretched. “I’m exhausted.” She angled her watch to catch a ray of
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