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He watched her with his son, and the warmth and caring she exuded toward the little boy felt real. Sammy would definitely be upset when it came time for Suzanna to leave, and she would leave.

Once she was safe and her attacker was behind bars, she would go back to her house…to her real life, and he and Sammy would return to their normal, real life. It was what he wanted to have happen…wasn’t it?

He heard the water start in the bathroom. It indicated that she was awake and getting into a shower. Instantly his mind filled with a vision of her.

He imagined her running a soapy sponge over her full breasts and down her flat stomach, and a new desire for her built up inside him. He quickly snapped the vision of her out of his head. Damn, he desperately needed to get his physical attraction to her under control. It was confusing him, and he didn’t want that kind of confusion whirling around in his head where she was concerned.

About twenty minutes later she walked into the kitchen. Clad in a pair of jeans and a pink long-sleeved blouse, she looked achingly beautiful.

“Good morning,” he greeted her.

“Good morning to you,” she replied with the smile that always warmed him deep inside.

She walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a cup. She poured herself coffee and then sat at the table across from him. “How did you sleep?” he asked.

“Better than I have in weeks.” She took a sip of her coffee, her long-lashed blue eyes gazing at him over the rim of the cup.

“That’s good,” he replied.

“What about you?” she asked when she lowered her cup.

“I slept very well. It’s been a very long time since I had somebody in my bed.” He got up and refilled his cup and then sat back down.

“And speaking of that, I hate to bring up an uncomfortable conversation, but I didn’t use any birth control last night.” He hoped like hell nothing came from his carelessness. However, he wasn’t even sure if he had condoms anymore. He hadn’t had sex with anyone since he’d been with his wife, and he really hadn’t expected to have relations with anyone. Their lovemaking had been so explosive the last thing on his mind had been birth control.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. My doctor put me on it to regulate me and stop the migraines I always suffered when I had a period,” she replied.

“That’s good… I mean it’s good you’re on the pill, but I’m sorry you suffered from migraines,” he said, relieved that he didn’t have to worry about unintended consequences from their lovemaking the night before.

“Now that that’s out of the way, what sounds good for breakfast this morning?” he asked.

“For a change, why don’t you let me cook?”

He grinned at her. “Now that sounds like a real plan. So, what do you intend to make for me?”

“How about some bacon and an omelet?”

He leaned back in his chair and grinned at her once again. “Knock yourself out.”

He watched as she got up, took the bacon out of the refrigerator and then got it frying in the skillet. “It’s nice that we don’t have to pick up Sammy until noon,” he said.

She turned and smiled at him. “Do you think the little munchkin will be ready to come home by then?”

He laughed. “Probably not, especially when he remembers that he has to vacuum the whole house for me as payment for watching Lady.”

“Lady!” She looked at him in horror. “Have you checked on her this morning?”

“I not only checked on her, I fed her and took her outside,” he replied.

“Thank goodness. It’s easy to forget about her being here. She’s such a quiet dog when Sammy isn’t around.” She turned back to the stove.

“She’s a really good dog already,” Seth replied.

They fell silent as she flipped the bacon strips. The aromatic scent of the breakfast meat filled the air. “There’s nothing better than the smell of coffee and bacon in the morning.”

She laughed. “I definitely agree.” As the bacon finished frying, she got down a large bowl he assumed was for the eggs and a smaller bowl for whatever she was putting in the center of the omelet.

She went to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of eggs and then grabbed shredded cheese, a red pepper and an onion. “Do you want some toast?” she asked.