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getting-to-know-you stage.
    But she put her hands on his chest and walked her fingers up to his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. This one long and dark. Her lips nipped and nibbled as her hands settled on his nape, sending sweet sensation careening through him. His hands slid to her hair, nimbly finding pins and tossing them to the counter beside them. When the silken tresses tumbled free, he threaded his fingers through them, luxuriating in the sensual slide.
    The sound of little feet thumping across the hardwood into the kitchen penetrated his brain.
    â€œI want French toast!”
    He jerked away. Reluctantly. Kara gave him a seductive smile that promised they’d finish this later. He didn’t believe they were ready for sex just yet…but what did he know? He’d been out of the game so long that he might be overly cautious.
    Stacy tried to crawl onto one of the chairs at the table by the bay window, but couldn’t because she had a crayon and a piece of paper in one of her hands.
    Kara walked over and gave her a boost up. “There you go.”
    Stacy giggled.
    Kara ruffled her hair. “So you like French toast?”
    â€œI looooovvve French toast.”
    Kara and Gabe laughed.
    She sheepishly slid her piece of paper across the table to Kara. “This is for you.”
    â€œOh!” Obviously making a big deal out of the artwork for Stacy’s sake, Kara said, “Thank you! I love pictures.”
    â€œIt’s not a picture.”
    â€œIt’s not?”
    â€œIt’s a card. Lainie and Claire taught me how to make it.”
    Expecting to hear Kara say something sweet, Gabe swung away from the stove to face her and Stacy. The stunned expression on Kara’s face caused him to walk over.
    â€œWhat?
    Pressing her lips together, she handed the card to Gabe.
    He glanced down.
Happy Mother’s Day, Kara Mum
.
    Oh.
    He set the card on the table and crouched beside Stacy’s chair. “Honey, that was very sweet of you, but Kara’s not your mum.”
    â€œWyatt’s not really the triplets’ dad, either, but because he kisses their mum he is now.”
    â€œThat isn’t just because Wyatt kisses their mum. It’s because he’s married to their mum.”
    â€œAren’t you going to marry Kara?”
    â€œKara and I don’t have that kind of relationship.” Yet, he almost added. But what they felt for each other was so new, he couldn’t. Even thinking about marriage scared him to death. He and Kara had years before that came on to their radar.
    â€œSo why’d you kiss her?”
    He smiled at Kara. “Because I like her.”
    â€œSo marry her.”
    He squeezed his eyes shut. Did anyone ever win an argument with a four-year-old?
    ***
    Kara sat frozen on the chair beside Stacy. The card had nearly done her in. Nothing would make her happier than to be Stacy’s mum. Reading the words
Happy Mother’s Day
on the card had made her heart flip. Her chest warmed. Sprinkles of happiness danced through her. Because she realized if she and Gabe married, she would be Stacy’s mum.
    She wouldn’t just have a home. She would be a mum to a little girl who might not have to beg for food the way she had, but who had been abandoned, too.
    â€œNo one can guarantee forever.”
    Kara returned to the present just as Gabe muttered those words in exasperation. She swallowed a giggle. How did one explain a blossoming romance to a four-year-old?
    â€œWe could kiss again and decide we don’t like each other.”
    Kara frowned. That wasn’t very optimistic of him.
    But Stacy said, “Why would you kiss someone you don’t like?”
    â€œI do like Kara. But we’re not getting married. We’re just going to be boyfriend and girlfriend.”
    This time when her heart tumbled, it was with shock. It wasn’t his words but the finality of them. As if he’d decided last night they’d