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head had filled with images of Tara under him, over him. In frustration, he d grabbed his
demanding cock, trying to squeeze it into submission, but instead, he d imagined Tara s slim
fingers wrapped around it. Or that mouth that suddenly fascinated him so much. Or the tight
muscles of her pussy clenching around him, pulsing with her climax, bathing him in liquid heat.
Before he realized it, his spine tingled, his balls drew up and cum spilled over his fingers.
Great, just great.
He hadn t done that since he d been sixteen years old. At least another cold shower had
helped settle him for the night. He wished he had something to settle himself now.
A knock on the doorframe made him look up to see Jake and Sean standing there. He
grimaced, then motioned to them.
 Come in. you might as well hear all the gory details or you ll pester me to death.
* * * *
Tara s the morning went by in a blur. She felt like a marathon runner, her mind still in
turmoil and moving as fast as her feet. God only knew what Cole thought about her stepping into
his life as if she d always been there. Well, he d told her to take charge, and that s just what she d
done.
First, she d gone to her house for some clothes. She d hurried in with Molly in her carrier
in one hand and the diaper bag in the other. But once there, she realized with a sinking feeling she
hadn t bothered to get Molly s feeding schedule. She d smiled down at the baby who sucked
happily on her fists.
 Oh, well. We ll just wing it.
Packing two suitcases, she lugged them out to the car. Whatever else she needed she
could come back for when she was better organized. Based on what time she d arrived at Cole s
and seen the housekeeper struggling with breakfast, she figured she had at least until noon before
the baby was hungry again. That would give her time for grocery shopping and anything else she
needed to do right away. Taking one last look around the house, she locked the door with a
strange feeling. Tonight, she would be sleeping somewhere else.
Thanking her good luck that the grocery wasn t crowded, she filled the basket with
staples and items for the meals she was planning. She had no idea what Cole s food preferences
were except for steak, so tonight they d have spaghetti and meatballs, a dish she figured was a safe
choice. She stashed the groceries in the car and hurried back to Cole s, arriving just as the cleaning
crew was pulling up in the driveway.
 Top to bottom, she told the crew chief, a man she d worked with many times.  Dump
everything in the refrigerator and pantry and leave all the windows open. And let me know when
I can get into the kitchen to put the groceries away.
He nodded.  Leave it to us.
She changed Molly, heated a bottle for her and rocked her to sleep in the nursery. It felt
good to hold the baby in her arms, to sing to her and watch her cherub face as she sucked on the
nipple and watched Tara with intense concentration. By the time she put Molly in her crib, the
kitchen was ready for her. She unloaded groceries and put away things in the cheerful, yellow and
white kitchen, now sparkling clean. Sun slanted in through the two huge windows that looked
out on a wide backyard and patio.
She found vases for the flowers she d bought on impulse, putting the largest bunch in the
center of the kitchen table. Already the air was sweetened with their gentle fragrance.
Finally, taking a deep breath, she called her mother.
 Well, Irene McKee said, after Tara had laid brought her up to date.  That must have
been some dinner.
Tara fielded questions, giving out minimal information. No, they hadn t been dating each
other exactly, but the relationship had developed since she d been working. Yes, his wife had died
two months ago, but she understood the marriage was really over long before the baby was born.
 A baby! her mother said.  Oh! No wonder he wants to move things along.
There was something in Irene s voice now that Tara didn t want to think about. Time to
end the conversation.
 I ve got to run, Mom, but I ll call you later tonight, and we ll have more time to talk.
Okay. Bye.
Her last chore was to unpack her suitcases in the room adjoining the nursery and make up
her bed with the sheets she d found in the linen closet. There. At least, she had a place for herself,
whatever that place turned out to be.
She glanced at her watch. Two-thirty. Cole would be there at three on the dot. Time to
get ready. Too bad she wasn t looking forward to what should be the beginning of a happy
chapter in her life.
* * * *
Pulling into his garage, Cole felt every muscle in his body knot in tension. He had no idea
what he d find Tara gone in panicked flight, the babysitter watching the child? Or would he
find Tara inside, still dashing around in an attempt to make order out of the chaos?
When he entered the house, he stopped short, his senses jarred. He felt as if he d walked
into someone else s house. Everything was different. He heard James Taylor, a favorite of his,
playing softly in the background, the soothing notes drifting out into the air. A delicious aroma,
drifting from the kitchen, tantalized his nose and blended with the delicate hint of something
floral. His nose twitched at the pleasant but unfamiliar fragrance.
In the kitchen, he saw the verticals on the glass door and the window over the sink had
been pulled wide, exposing the lawn and shrubs bathed in early evening diffused light. Funny,
he d never taken a good look at the well-manicured, well-tended area, even though he paid a
fortune for its upkeep.
Tara was just coming down the stairs with a young, ponytailed girl.
 Cole, this is Nicki, Jake s niece. She s going to watch Molly for us.
 She s just so adorable, the teenager enthused.
Cole simply nodded.  Ready, Tara?
 Yes. She turned back to Nicki.  We should be back by five o clock. Are you sure you re
comfortable giving her the bottle and everything?
Nicki grinned.  I ve done it for two sisters and a brother when I was a lot younger. You
can trust me. Besides, Uncle Jake wouldn t be too happy if I screwed up.
 Well, thank you for doing this on such short notice. She noticed Cole jingling his keys
impatiently.  I m coming.
* * * *
As they pulled away from the house, he announced,  Judge Harrison can marry us next
Friday at five. That s a week from tomorrow. Will that work for you?.
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