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them. She picked it up and brushed her fingers across the photo. Annabelle was beautiful. She’d had long brown locks with a natural wave to it. Green eyes that looked as if they could see into your soul. She held a tiny, bald baby boy, who as swaddled up in a yellow blanket. Then there was Mark. His brown hair was a little longer than it was now. His arms were wrapped around Annabelle’s shoulders. But he wasn’t looking at the camera. His gaze was on his son. Even though it was hard to see his eyes in the photo, she could see in his expression the happiness and love he had for them.
    Julie set the photo back where she had found it. She glanced around the room but didn’t see any other photos. This was the only one. She was half tempted to take a peek in his nightstand but knew that would be invading his privacy even more than she was doing now.
    With one last look at the photo, she knew she needed to get out of his room before he got home. She headed back to his bedroom door. Just as she stepped out and shut the door behind her, Mark walked in the front, which had a clear view to his bedroom. Mark gave her with a questioning look. How was she going to explain this?
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
    “Were you in my room?” Mark asked.
    Julie bit a nail just as she always did when she was nervous. “Yes.”
    Well, at least she was honest. But he still didn’t see any reason for her to be in there. He dropped the take-out he had picked up on the coffee table next to a pie. Pie? He wondered if Cara had come by.
    “Is there a reason you were in there?”
    “Not a good one.” He saw the tears building in her eyes. Please don’t cry . “I’m not really sure why I did it. I was feeling jealous of Cara and her pie, and then somehow I started to think about Annabelle, and I wanted to know what she looked like. So I went to see if you had a picture.”
    “Did you find what you were looking for?” he said in as stern a voice as he could.
    “Yes, she was beautiful. And so was your son.”
    He was a little confused by what was happening here. Women were such a mystery. Somehow, Cara and a pie had made Julie think about Annabelle, which in turn caused her to sneak into his room. He supposed it sounded logical but not a whole lot.
    “Well, I’d appreciate it if next time you asked.” Who knew what state his bedroom was in. He likely had dirty underwear in a corner somewhere. He really should invest in a hamper.
    “You’re right, and I’m sorry.”
    The tears were still in her eyes. He hated seeing her so upset. He didn’t even have time to get mad about it when all he could see were her eyes, ready to stream tears any moment. He motioned to her, and she walked to him. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her to him and kissed her. He’d been dying for an excuse to taste her again, and this seemed as good as any.
    His fingers lightly tugged at her shirt until he was able to get it un-tucked, and his hands slid underneath to her warm skin. As he caressed her back, she arched into him, her hands gripping him by his hair, sending waves of pleasure through him.
    Julie pulled away and glared up at him. “Make love to me.”
    “Are you sure? The baby?”
    She grinned. “You can’t hurt the baby. And yes, I’m sure.”
    That was all the convincing he needed. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Now where to take her? He decided the other guest bedroom was a good place. That way it wasn’t his room or her mother’s.
    As he crawled onto the bed, she was still wrapped around him. He gently laid her back onto the pillows.
    “This is my old bedroom,” she whispered.
    Looking around, he thought it looked as if it still belonged to a teenage girl. He’d never really noticed it before, but then again he’d never had a reason to come in here. This was, in some ways, kind of erotic.
    “Does this bring back any memories?” he asked.
    “Oh, no, I was a good girl. A very good