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Great. Because that was a thrilling description. “I am.”
“Is that why there’s no guy?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I had a serious boyfriend in high school and again in college, but neither was the one.”
“You believe in the one?”
“I believe in falling in love. I want to give my heart to someone and have him do the same with me. I want to know we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together, no matter what.”
“People get divorced.”
“Sometimes people make a mistake, but sometimes they let go too quickly. I’d want to try harder.”
“You’re an idealist.”
She wasn’t sure if he thought that was good or bad. “My parents have been married nearly thirty-five years.”
“I remember. They’re renewing their vows.”
“Exactly. They’re still crazy in love. Just being around them makes me happy. I wanted that for my kids. But after college, I never found anyone. I dated a couple of guys, but the relationships never went anywhere.”
His gaze was steady. “You mentioned that you were tired of waiting for the one.”
“I still hope to meet him, but whether or not I do, I want children. So I decided to get pregnant.”
“Using a turkey baster.”
She laughed. “Yes.”
“That’s a bold move. It takes courage.”
“People have said that to me, but I don’t see it that way. I’m not being brave. I’m being practical. Women are biologically different.”
The smile returned. “Yes, and most men enjoy those differences.”
“I meant we have a limited time during which we can get pregnant. Men can father babies much longer. I didn’t want to wake up the day I turned fifty only to realize I was never going to have a family. I have plenty of support, I can afford it, and I want to be a mother.”
“Like I said, brave.”
“You’re giving me too much credit.”
“I think it’s just enough credit, but we can argue about that later.”
She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to do a lot more. She wanted touching and all kinds of man-woman things that she hadn’t experienced in far too long. The man was a musician. Didn’t that mean he would be extra good with his hands? She wanted them naked and . . . Okay, while she was wishing for the moon, she wanted a Micah-induced orgasm. Which meant she really had to get out of here before she did something stupid, like tell him that.
“I should go,” she said, coming to her feet.
He rose. “Thanks for stopping by.”
“I promise not to make a habit of it.”
“Don’t say that. I like your company.”
He did? Great. Only what did that mean, exactly? As a friend? As a friend he’d like to give an orgasm to?
“You’re a guest,” she said, hoping her tone was light rather than breathy with a big dose of desperation. “You need your privacy.”
“You have too many rules.”
