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“Are you making this yourself?” Theo asked.

“I have to have something to keep me busy,” I replied. Scooping the little train up off the floor, I handed it to him. “I made this.”

“You’re a carpenter,” he marveled.

“I’m a hobbyist,” I corrected him.

“And here I thought I would find you at a book club with a bunch of other old ladies,” he teased, setting the train down and placing his hands on my hips.

“You didn’t,” I accused. “How did you find me?”

“Lukas told me where to look,” Theo said.

“And where were you all this time?” I asked. “And don’t say it was a Russian prison or a CIA safehouse.”

“That’s a long story,” he said, gazing out the window.

“I have time,” I responded, pulling him into the living room where we could sit down.

“Do you have a beer?” he wondered.

“Nope,” I replied. “I’ve got apple juice.”

Theo laughed. “May I have a glass?”

“Sure,” I said, getting to my feet. It was becoming difficult to move from a seated position to a standing position. I had to lean forward and use my legs like some heavyweight wrestler. I waddled to the kitchen to pour him a glass, returning expectantly. “The story,” I demanded.

“I discovered that Ashcroft had built a self-destruct sequence into the computers in the event of capture. All I had to do was take a New Dawn agent hostage and force him to show me the code. After that, I barely managed to escape before the whole compound blew.”

“Why didn’t you come find me immediately?” I asked.

“I couldn’t risk drawing attention to you,” he answered. “New Dawn was on me heavily at first. It seemed like the operative I’d taken hostage managed to put the word out that I was responsible before initiating the detonation. I spent the next few months in hiding, searching out the last of the New Dawn troops before they could get to me.”

I nodded, accepting his explanation. I would have done the same thing if our roles had been reversed. I had to appreciate how difficult it must have been for him to stay underground when he knew that I was mourning him.

I got up from my seat and wandered over to him, easing myself down on his lap.

Chapter 27

Clark

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I SNUGGLED DOWN INTO Theo’s lap like a baby kitten. More than sex, I just wanted to reassure myself that he was still there. It had been so long, and I’d spent so much energy trying to move on with my life.

I thought of the tears and the heartache of the past five months and had a hard time reconciling myself to the fact that it was over. I’d thought I couldn’t survive without Theo, but I’d proven myself wrong. I’d managed to hang on just long enough to find him again, and that was more than I had ever hoped.

He put a hand on my knee, and I felt like we were back in the 1950s. I was wearing a light cotton sundress with a princess waistline, making me feel both proper and indecent at the same time. There I was, an unwed mother, and there he was, the man of my dreams. He gazed up at me with all the rapt attention I craved, allowing me to set the pace.

I kissed him hungrily. We could throw the foreplay out the window for all I was concerned. My pussy ached for what he had to give. She’d been dry for too long because no man could measure up to Theo.

I didn’t even know I was so horny until that very moment. But as soon as my lady parts understood that there was a man back in the picture, they revved their engines and were ready to go. It was difficult getting into a decent position with my baby bump. I leaned forward, but my stomach touched his abs before our chests collided.

I felt a twinge in my back, warning me to sit up straight. I couldn’t bend over the same way as before. Theo saw my distress and solved it for me. He scooped me up, lifting us both out of the chair and across the apartment to the bed. Setting me down gently, he nudged me over until I was on all fours.

That was the right position. I could feel my spine stretch and all the tension leak out through my fingers and toes. I arched my back, reaching for him as he wrapped his arms around my chest from behind.

He kissed my earlobe, sucking it between his lips like a gigolo. I rubbed my ass against his crotch, feeling the warm welcome of a stiffening cock beneath his jeans. He reached for the hem of my dress, sliding it up over my head. Gliding his fingers down my bare arms when he was done with my clothing, he moved on to release my breasts from the bra.