Linda Markowiak - And Baby Makes Six

Mitch said, “You could stay here.”

“Here? At your house?”

“Why not? It’s big enough. And there’s the whole guest wing, with Crystal using only one of the bedrooms.”

Somehow, she couldn’t imagine staying in his house. And he certainly couldn’t want her here, toting up stray Froot Loops in order to be able to tell the judge what pigs the Oliver men were. What was his game?

But he was looking right at her, straight and sincere, and she thought maybe it was no game, that he wanted her here for the reason he’d told her: for Crystal. She had to admit that staying here would be better for her finances. Besides, if she wanted to, she could tote up the Froot Loops, in case this custody issue wasn’t really settled after all.

“Thank you. I’ll stay, perhaps for a week or so if that’s all right.”

He nodded, one graceful nod from a handsome, athletic man. He let out another long breath, and she found herself doing the same, as an odd sort of prickle went up her spine.

A quick vision formed, of him rumpled and sleepy-eyed, in his sweatpants and nothing else, goose bumps highlighting muscles that were toned and…sexy.

Did he look that way every morning?

As he’d said, the house was big…but perhaps not big enough.

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