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his empty plate and meeting Amy’s gaze with a knowing look in his eyes. “You should have given us gruel instead.”
    “What’s gruel?” Emily asked.
    “Yucky, gross soup,” Amy said, her lips twitching at Justin’s joke. “Now you need to prove Ms. Hatcher wrong and get ready for bed.”
    All three groaned in unison.
    “Why is that lady always so cranky?” asked Nick.
    “She’s mad at Aunt Amy because Aunt Amy slammed a baseball into her windshield and broke it,” Emily said.
    Amy felt Justin’s intent gaze. Heat rose to her cheeks. “I apologized and paid for the repair,” she felt compelled to say.
    “She’s still mad,” Emily said, sadly shaking her pigtails.
    “She needs to eat more cake,” Jeremy suggested. “Can I have one more piece?”
    “May I,” Amy corrected. “And no, sweetie, you may not. First person ready for bed gets to pick the first bedtime story.”
    The three stampeded from the kitchen, leaving the room in abrupt silence.
    Justin chuckled and shook his head. “You broke her windshield the first time you met her.”
    “It was an accident,” she said, clearing the dishes from the table. “And it was technically before I met her.” She shrugged. “How was I supposed to know she was going to pull into my driveway?”
    “She reminds me of someone,” Justin said.
    “Named Atilla?” Amy asked, turning on the faucet to rinse the dishes.
    “Close,” he said. “I thought a house had already fallen on her.”
    Amy smiled at his reference to the witch in TheWizard of Oz. “I’m sure that somewhere underneath her gruff exterior—”
    “—lies a heart of stainless steel.” His expression turned serious. “Can she prevent you from getting custody of the kids?”
    Amy felt a ripple of unease. “I don’t think so,” she said. “She can just make things difficult. She doesn’t approve of me.”
    “Any reason besides the baseball?”
    “I’m too young, too employed, too single.” Amy figured she would remain single for the rest of her life, and that was fine.
    “And you smile too much,” he said in that deadpan voice that made her smile at the same time her stomach danced. “You laugh too much. And her biggest objection is probably that you aren’t ugly enough.”
    Not ugly enough. A forbidden pleasure rippled through her. “I’m not?”
    He shook his head and stepped closer. “You need warts and an extra eye.”
    “You suppose she would like me then?”
    “Maybe,” he said. “You still might not be ugly enough even with warts and an extra eye.”
    She looked into his green eyes and wished she had a little more time and just a smidgeon more freedom. He was the most interesting man she’d met in a long time, and his mere presence in her house reminded her she was female. Amy heard Nick gargle. She had no time and no freedom, so she’d best just store up this moment for a rainy day.
    “Thank you for coming tonight, Justin Langdon,” she said and following a wayward impulse, she kissed him. Her mouth should have landed on his cheek. Instead, she pressed her lips against his surprised mouth. In two seconds, she caught a hint of his fire, his musky scent, and the taste of chocolate. The combination was seductive. She pulled back.
    “Do you kiss every man whose life you save?” Justin asked.
    Surprised at herself, Amy struggled for breath. “I don’t save many lives. I used the Heimlich maneuver on a first grader when he tried to swallow an entire hot dog and he cried on me.” She bit her lip. “Thank you for putting in a good word for me with Ms. Hatcher.”
    “Aunt Amy!” the twins chorused.
    Regret and relief warred inside her. “I need to go. Can you let yourself out?”
    He nodded, looking at her thoughtfully.
    “G’night,” she said. “And don’t get your shorts in such a twist that you get another ulcer.” She left him and the dishes, knowing the dishes would be there when she returned, but he would not.
    Three stories, five songs, and