Baby. Love. Marriage.

ighty-hour weeks and extinct weekends hadn't figured promine

like loading the washing machine or the dishwasher. Tonight she'd order takeout and camp out in front of the television unt

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before. Fruit or candy bars stuffed in her mouth while running between weekends had been a luxury. Hot meals were just a distant memor

e do with fruit and candy bars. He seemed fond of spicy chicken and home cooked pizza, the smells making her stomac

perly this weekend. Perhaps she should invite a friend over, and cook something amb

eant she had to

irst floor. She was one third of the way up. She celebrated by leaning against the wall and closing her eyes for a b

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es. She shook her head slowly in response to his inquiry. Justin, again. She hadn't even he

ven though she was wearing those dreadful heels. She tried not to inhale. That one sniff of male pheromones as he'd rushed past

ing for motorbikes, but boy,

d on that reluctant crush she'd had on him ever since he'd m

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gers on her pulse. What was he, a doctor? Someone had told her he was a teacher, but he didn't look much like any teacher she'd ever had. Perhaps t

re running up and down the stairs for exercise, you've been m

on him, and had started galloping at his touch. What next? She had visions of him sweeping her up

nfident, an intimate look in those dark eyes and a sensual smile on his lips as he fulfilled her every desire. A soft si

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