the truck.
Nathaniel beamed his approval, then pointed to his mother. âMommy.â
âYeah, right. Thatâs your mommy,â Jack agreed. It had been five years since Jack had been around a child Nathanielâs age.
For the past five years Jack had consciously made decisions that would keep him isolated from children. He didnât eat in family restaurants, he didnât go to the zoo or to amusement parks. But there was no way to avoid this child who seemed insistent to make a connection with him.
âLight.â Nathaniel pointed to the light overhead.
Jack nodded, wondering if they were going to gothrough Nathanielâs entire repertoire of speaking words and pointing to the appropriate objects.
Nathaniel got to his feet next to Jack, leaning into the sofa cushion at the back and against Jackâs side. âDaddy,â he said. Without warning, he grabbed the end of Jackâs nose. His tiny fingernails felt like crab pincers and Jack yelped in protest.
âLet go,â he exclaimed.
âDaddy!â Nathanielâs fingers didnât release their hold.
Marissa swung around to see what was going on and gasped. She jumped up and hurried to the sofa. âNathaniel, let go!â she demanded.
Nathaniel offered her an angelic smile. âDaddy,â he repeated.
âNo, heâs not your daddy,â Marissa replied. She leaned across Jack to grab her sonâs wrist.
Tingles of electricity soared through Jack as her breasts made intimate contact with his chest. He could almost make himself believe that being nose-less was worth this single moment of pleasure.
All too quickly, she managed to disengage Nathaniel from his nose and with a stern expression set the boy on the floor. âNot nice,â she said to him, then turned back to Jack.
âAre you all right?â Once again she leaned over him to inspect the damage. She was so close to him he could see the gold flecks that accentuated the green tint of her eyes. Her mouth was slightly partedas if awaiting a loverâs kiss, and he could feel the warmth of her breath on his face.
Her fingers were soft as they touched either side of his nose, and suddenly she was too damned close, too damned attractive.
âIâm fine,â he said, waving her away irritably. Her cheeks flushed pink as she stepped away. âUnless you think I need a rabies shot,â he added.
âI donât think that will be necessary,â she said, unable to hide the amusement that sparkled in her eyes and lifted the corners of her mouth.
âYouâd better find that Mr. Right of yours pretty quickly. That boy has a daddy fixation.â
âDaddy,â Nathaniel said, and pointed to Jack.
âHe must have picked this up at day care,â she said, a tiny wrinkle of concern appearing in her forehead. âI didnât even know he knew what a daddy was.â
Before he could say anything further on the subject, there was a knock on the door. âThat should be the pizza,â he said. He grabbed his wallet from the coffee table and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. âDo you mind?â He held out the money and gestured toward the door.
âOf course not.â She took the bill and went to the door. She returned with the pizza and paused in the doorway between the living room and kitchen. âWhere do you want to eat? In here or in the kitchen?â
âWhy donât we eat on my deck,â he suggested.He could still feel the heat from her breasts against his chest, smell her fragrance in the air. The interior of the house suddenly felt too warm, too close, too small. He needed to be outside, in the fresh air.
âA deck?â She looked worriedly toward Nathaniel. âYou wouldnât be luring us out onto a deck for any particular reason, would you?â
He laughed. âI promise you, I wonât toss the kid overboard. Besides, the deck is completely closed in, so he