The Doctor's Baby(29)

“C’mon, tell me,” July urged.

“Most women aren’t even married at this age. I’m already divorced.” Mary Karen dropped her eyes to the table as if she was about to admit a deep dark secret. “Despite everything my husband did, a part of me hoped he would come to his senses and realize what he was giving up.”

“Do you still love him?” July asked softly.

“A part of me will always love him. He’s the father of my boys.” A look of sadness swept across Mary Karen’s beautiful face. “But if you’re asking if I want him back, the answer is no. The man I loved and married would never have deserted his family.”

July wanted to find out more but the door in the foyer creaked open and the sound of deep masculine laughter wafted into the kitchen.

Alarmed, July glanced down at Adam, whose eyes were now closed. She gently unlatched him from her breast and had just pulled her shirt shut when David and Travis strolled into the kitchen.

David looked more as if he was going out on a date than taking three rambunctious boys to the movies. July felt a rush of arousal. His thick dark hair still held a hint of dampness, as if he’d just stepped from the shower and toweled off. She had no doubt that if she got close he’d smell as good as he looked.

Her heart flip-flopped when he shifted his attention to her. “Hello, David.”

“Hey, slacker,” he taunted. “Haven’t seen you at the Refuge lately.”

Okay, so she was a coward and he was calling her on it, in a very nice way of course. But she knew without a doubt that if she showed up at the Refuge they’d kiss again. And she wasn’t sure it would stop at that.

“I decided to check out another route.” She kept the response deliberately vague, not convinced running into him that morning had been mere coincidence.

“Good for you,” he spoke as if it didn’t matter that he hadn’t seen her in almost a week. His gaze shifted to his friend who was holding three large pizza boxes. “We tried to get tofu, Mary Karen, but they were all out.”

“Har, har.” Mary Karen took the boxes from Travis. “Hello, Trav. It’s been too long.”

“I agree,” he said, flashing a smile then launching into the relative merits of bean curd.

That led to David and Travis reminiscing about some long-ago dinner Mary Karen had made for them. One story led to another but somehow, despite the banter, the pizza and salad and drinks got on the table. The boys were strung tight, the twins vying for David and Travis’ attention.

“What’s up with the boys tonight?” July asked Mary Karen as they stood at the counter adding Cool Whip to chocolate pudding.

“They just get all geared up when guys are around,” Mary Karen said with a shrug.

“Travis seems nice,” July said. “He was more than agreeable when I asked him to hold Adam.”

“He is nice. I’ve known Trav since high school.” Mary Karen dropped her voice even lower. “He was the first boy I ever kissed.”

“What are you two beautiful ladies whispering about?” Travis called from the table.

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“And about kissing,” July added. The second the words left her mouth she wished she could call them back. But that was impossible. All that was left was damage control.

Both men turned and suddenly she had their full attention.

David cocked his head. “What about kissing?”

“I love the way babies kiss,” July improvised.

Travis lifted a brow.

“You know,” July said, “with their mouths open.”

Travis laughed. “I like to kiss like that, too.” He jammed an elbow into David’s side. “How about you?”

David’s eyes locked on July and heat shot like wildfire through her body. How could anyone forget that night in the hotel room? The open-mouthed kisses he’d planted along her inner thigh. Higher and higher until…

“July, are you feeling okay?” Mary Karen’s concerned voice was like a splash of cold water. “Your cheeks are bright red.”

July slanted a quick sideways glance just in time to see the dimple in David’s left cheek flash.

“I’m fine.” Though July knew she was playing with fire she dipped her finger into the cup of pudding in front of her. With deliberate slowness she placed the finger in her mouth and let her tongue swirl around it. “Just a little hot.”

The fire in David’s eyes confirmed he recalled every detail of that night too. She’d told herself many times since that given the chance to do it all again, she’d never have gone up to his room. But she realized now she’d only been lying to herself.