Page 49 of Family Plans


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An hour later, he used a new condom, and slid on top of her, nuzzling her neck and caressing her breasts. She opened her eyes, narrowed them, and then opened them wide.

“Tim, what—”

He crushed her mouth, kneaded her breast, and slid his fingers deep inside her, rubbing and exciting her, his erection gliding inside her. Wide awake, she responded with moans and gyration against his hips until they both spasmed, and she screamed his name, filling his heart with a new joy.

“I’d love to keep you with me all night, but you should get up now for your shift.”

She stretched under him. “What time is it?”

“You’ll have ten minutes to get ready, and I’ll drop you off ten minutes later.” He eased away from her, climbed out of bed, and handed her a towel. “Use this bathroom.” He pointed to the door on the left of the bed and collected her clothes.

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In the car, Tim concentrated on his driving, but Erin couldn’t stop smiling and glancing at her handsome driver. Man, she hoped her colleagues didn’t take one glance at her happy face and guess the whole truth. She would have to etch a frown onto her forehead or keep her gaze down to protect her secret.

Tim had been such a tender lover, lavishing her with attention and passion. Maybe it was too soon for a widow to replace her late husband, but she couldn’t gamble with Tim’s feelings and risk losing him with out-of-place protests, especially when she was thrilled to be in his arms.

“Erin, tomorrow the children start their summer vacation—”

“I know. But camp doesn’t start until next week. It’s going to be a long week.”

“Nope. Tomorrow morning, I’m taking everybody to the swim club from ten to two. I’ll borrow your van and leave you my car in case you want to join us after a nap. I’ll do the same every day until they start camp.”

“I can’t accept that. When will you have time to work?”

“My time is flexible. I’ll work in the afternoon, after I bring them back home, and at night after I drive you to the hospital.”

“Oh, you’re driving me tomorrow, too?”

“Every night, babe. Please tell your mother, you’ll be sleeping at my place until we come for breakfast at ten.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh yeah. I’m sure we’ll both sleep better, snuggled in my bed, after your long shift. Think about it. Are the children registered for camp?”

“The girls, including Brianna, will go to Camp Fun, half an hour north, and David is in Camp Rock, fifteen minutes west. They both start at nine. I’ll drop David first, then drive the girls.”

“I have an idea. You drive the girls, and I’ll drive David.”

“You sure you want to do that? Every day?”

“Absolutely. And I have another fabulous idea. I found a toddlers’ daycare, twenty minutes away from your house. I went to visit it and loved it. The small kids were having a blast playing in a shallow pool, in a sandbox, or sliding, under the supervision of several councilors. They feed them snacks and lunch, and put them down to nap in the afternoon. Do I have your permission to register the twins? My treat. It would give you time to sleep after a night shift and look for houses. Plus the boys will enjoy being with children their age.”

Her lips curled down. “My babies. Aren’t they too young?”

“This daycare is especially geared for their age group. They take the kids at thirteen months from nine a.m. to three p.m. I can drive them, and you can pick them up in the afternoon. Think about it.”

It would be great to have the twins in a daycare where they would learn discipline while having fun. And she wouldn’t have to count on her mother for babysitting as she searched for houses or slept.

“You’re right. It’s time for them to mingle with kids their age. I can handle the fees now that I have money in the bank.”

He waved a dismissive hand.

“I insist on taking care of their camps. These babies are very dear to my heart. I consider them my responsibility.”

She squeezed his hand on the wheel. “Thank you, Tim, for loving them like a real father.”

Her words swelled his heart with love, gratitude, and a new peace.

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