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He glanced down at her and smirked. “Doing dishes is a novelty. I eat out ninety-nine percent of the time.”
“That isn’t healthy,” his mom said. “You need a woman in your life. Are you dating?”
No.
And Jack wasn’t going to tell her about the Cindy Event either. But he did want to talk to her about the amazing woman he’d met last night.
God, she was divine.
He could sit and listen to her talking for hours. Watching her beautiful smile and playful eyes as he teased her.
As he had last night.
In between making her scream out his name.
“Well, that looks like a yes,”
“Huh?” Jack blinked and found his mom grinning at him. Then she poked him in the side.
“Who is she? I haven’t seen a smile on your lips like that for... hell, maybe ever.”
What?
He cleared his throat and kissed her on the cheek. “Settle down. I was just thinking about your pumpkin pie that I can smell in the oven.”
She frowned at him. “Fine, don’t tell me. But you should invite her to Christmas dinner.”
Ah, no.
He liked Amelia a lot, but he wasn’t ready to invite her to meet his family.
It had been one night.
One incredible night.
“I’m going to take a look at that ladder now,” Jack said instead of replying, ignoring her mom’s insistence as he left the kitchen.
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AFEW HOURS LATER,the house was full of chaos. Lucy, her husband Greg, along with their twin boys, Lucifer and Damien, had arrived.
Okay, fine, that wasn’t their names, but Jack was sure they were the devil’s spawn.
Benjamin and Ethan were identical twins and almost five, which meant that Jack couldn’t tell them apart—he was pretty sure Greg couldn’t either—and they were old enough to know how to mess with people.
Screaming laughter filled the walls as Benjamin and Ethan raced through the house.
“Christ, how do you relax?” he asked Greg, shaking his head.
“Do I look relaxed?” Greg replied, looking manic now he was paying attention.
Jack cringed.
“Oh, please. You see them for two hours a night before they go to bed,” Lucy said, flopping onto the sofa beside her husband.
“Mom! Look at Ben’s hair,” Ethan called out from down the hall.
“Oh, Jesus,” Greg groaned, going tense.
