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into his mouth while her hands skated up his chest to grasp his sweater. Her body decided he wasn’t allowed to break the kiss anytime soon. Breathing be damned.
    The timer on the oven blared, cutting through the haze of lust that surrounded the two. Jonathan groaned before pulling back. He muttered, “We need some effing uninterrupted time together.”
    Fate certainly did have a way of keeping them from too much intimacy. She watched as Jonathan tried to discreetly adjust himself as he jogged to turn off the timer. An unrepentant grin graced her face. The knowledge that she was the reason for his desire empowered and invigorated her.
    She sauntered toward the kitchen, desire making her add some hip to her normally stiff gait. “You know, Jonathan,” she began, her voice silky smooth, “that dreaded timer saved us from having dessert before your lasagna. No way are you getting out of serving me your delicious Italian dish.”
    Jonathan paused with the steaming dish in his hand. “Is that so?” The look in his eye indicated he liked this playful, more aggressive side of Georgia.
    “That’s right, mister. You best get that pan on the hot pad A.S.A.P.” She jerked up her chin, trying to maintain the forceful façade. It only lasted a moment before laughter spilled from her body.
    Jonathan joined with her laughter while carefully setting the lasagna on the counter. “It looks good, don’t you think? Although, Aiden did help with the preparations; if anything tastes off, we’ll blame it on him.”
    “Speaking of the cutie, where is the little guy?” Georgia looked around, suddenly noticing how quiet the house was.
    “Sleepover with his grandfather. He was very excited. My dad will have him spoiled in no time.” Jonathan walked around the counter and grabbed her hand, directing her toward the dining room table. “Aiden wanted to make sure you got this.” He picked up a crayon drawing off the table and handed it to Georgia.
    She smiled, although her insides were a jumbled mess. She was stuck on ‘sleepover.’ Could he be implying I should stay? Do I even want to spend the night? Georgia finally managed, “That’s so sweet. He did a great job.” Aiden drew what Georgia guessed was a steaming pan of lasagna with stick figures representing her and Jonathan. She traced the smile on her figure’s face. Never before had a child made something so special for her.
    “Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll get a plate ready for you?” Jonathan pulled out her chair and waited until she was comfortable before heading back to the kitchen.
    Georgia’s mind drifted as she watched Jonathan walk away. For some reason — the drawing, maybe — the prospect of spending the night wasn’t so frightening. In fact, a comfortable warmth coursed through her body, sparks firing low in her belly. For the first time in a long time, her heart was filled with something other than dark spots and gaping holes. Desire and Jonathan twined together to sew those holes back together. Never had she felt so cared for or so special. Jonathan gave her the reason to do more than just go through the motion; he brought life and love and the prospect of family to her lonely life.
    “Hey, everything okay?” Jonathan set a plate, overflowing with lasagna and salad, in front of her. He knelt by her chair and took her hand in his.
    She blinked away her unfocused gaze and gave his hand a squeeze. “Everything’s fine.” More confidently and with a playful glint in her eye, she continued, “In fact, things are perfect.” For the first time in her life, she knew what she wanted. And what she wanted was right in front of her: Jonathan.
    “If you say so.” Standing, he brushed a kiss across her lips before turning to head toward the kitchen.
    She interrupted, “Jonathan, do you think the food can wait?”
    Jonathan glanced toward her plate. “Aren’t you hungry?” His brows furrowed with uncertainty.
    She rose from her chair and stalked