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lots of hugs later, Amy tucked first the boys, then Emily into bed, and softly closed the door. Sinking against the hallwaywall, she crossed her arms over her chest and drank in the peace in the silence and darkness.
    She struggled with the weariness that tried to settle on her shoulders. “I can do this,” she whispered. “I can be what those children need me to be.” Although Amy had always considered herself a fighter, strong enough for herself and anyone weaker, she was surprised at how tiring being a mom was. She was even more surprised by the loneliness.
    Pushing away from the wall, she resolved to keep her weariness to herself. In time, it would fade. She hoped it would fade. Rounding the corner to the kitchen ready to face the dinner dishes, she stopped short at the sight that greeted her. She’d been right about one thing, wrong about the other. Justin Langdon was long gone. But he’d done the dishes.
    Her heart twisted. She skimmed her fingers over the clean counter. Justin was an enigma. She found him extremely compelling. Another time, she might try to solve some of the mysteries she saw in his eyes. Amy thought of the kids and shook her head. In another life.
     
    Justin climbed the steps to the front door of his town home in his well-lit, well-patrolled, quietly affluent neighborhood. He strode through the door and listened to the silence. After the noise and chaos of Amy’s home, his house felt a little too quiet.
    Justin scowled. That was impossible. Her homesymbolized everything he’d always wanted to avoid in his life. Dependents. He’d filled out countless tax forms answering “None” to the question “How many dependents?” Justin had always been determined to keep his answer at the nice safe, round number of zero. As a kid, he’d been disappointed so much by those who’d claimed him as a dependent that he never wanted to be in the position to disappoint.
    He felt an odd uneasiness when he thought about Amy and her situation. She was taking on a lot of responsibility without much visible means of support. The memory of his promise to the Almighty wafted through his mind like a feather. Justin still knew he needed to find the reason he’d been put on this earth. Could it be related to Amy and the kids? His stomach clenched and he shook his head. That would involve the D word—dependents. Walking down the hardwood floors of the hall to his den which housed state-of-the-art video and stereo systems, Justin reached for an old James Bond DVD. With its Italian leather furniture and soft light, the room oozed comfort. He could easily imagine the sight of Amy lounging in his den, her lips inviting, her curves seductive. When she’d kissed him, he’d felt a ripple shoot to his groin. Her combination of power and sensuality alternately aroused his admiration and his baser instincts. He remembered she’d smelled like apple juice and sex.
    A fleeting image of Amy’s rugrats, cute though they may be, running wild in his peaceful domain made him twitch.
    Justin shook off the images and slid the DVD into the player. He’d done her dishes and he would donate a tidy sum to her after-school program, but he was certain there was nothing else in the cards for him and Amy.
     
    Over the next week, Justin pushed Amy from his mind and returned to his daily routine of trading on the stock market. At odd times during the day, however, her smiling face would sneak into his mind, her laughter would ring in his ears, and the remembered sensation of her lips against his would make his mouth buzz. Knowing he was scheduled to meet with the other members of the Millionaires’ Club soon to deliver an update, he left his home office as soon as the market closed and drove to meet her at her after-school program. He rounded the corner just as she was finishing her class.
    “ P words,” she said, dressed in pink and purple for obvious reasons. She wore a giant pipe cleaner shaped into the letter P on her head.