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shirt and helped with a tug, while making sounds around the nipple on the bottle he was chewing, which sounded suspiciously like “mommy.”
    “Did you say mommy, buddy?” Beck asked him, as he walked up to the open front door.
    Bart just grinned at him and dribbled down his chin. There were workmen bringing in pieces of furniture out of a loading van that he followed inside. Then there was a pixie looking young woman that burst energetically in front of them from a side room, and she exclaimed to someone in the room behind her.
    “I’ll make sure they get that in the right bedroom, boss!”
    The petite woman barely glanced at them as she hurried up the grand staircase leading off the foyer, while Beck went to find “the boss.” He found her in a room she was setting up to be what looked like the formal living room.
    She was bent over as if she was doing a weird yoga pose. Beck’s eyes lingered with appreciation on the curves of the nice womanly behind facing him, and he remembered holding those bare cheeks in his hands, while she had—
    Bart gurgled a couple loud baby sounds, and Millie shot upright from adjusting a multicolored patterned rug, with her blond hair flying.
    “Bartie,” she exclaimed, then she whirled around.
    Bart started an instantaneous I-want-to-get-down wiggle and his bottle dropped between their chests, while his little arms reached out for his mom. He was bouncing, excited to see her. Beck felt a decent feeling filling him at doing a really good thing.
    “Are you guys okay?” Millie asked, hurrying forward to grab Bart up into her arms, where he immediately tangled his fingers in her hair.
    Beck could agree with his son, that hair was soft as silk and nice to touch. Then he nodded quickly to Millie so she would know everything was fine, and her clear gaze went from slightly worried to curious.
    Beck shrugged. “Bart told me he wanted to see his mommy.”
    Her eyes crinkled in a silent laugh and she raised Bart up, bouncing him. “Did you say that, Bartie?”
    Beck had to admit when Millie said “Bartie” like she had a way of doing, it did sound kind of right. But he’d do Bart a solid and get her off it by age five. Then it startled him to be thinking so far in the future, and to be thinking about them all as a unit.
    His gaze lowered to Millie’s belly as he wondered if he’d given her another baby.
    “He said it,” Beck told her. “And he said he wanted to have lunch with you.”
    Beck held up the deli bag.
    “Bart!” a young woman’s voice exclaimed behind them. “I haven’t seen you in weeks.”
    “Oh,” Millie said, looking uncertain. Then she looked as if she were silently scolding herself, before she firmly said, “Penny, this is Bart’s dad, Beck. Beck, this is my cannot-live-without-her assistant Penny.”
    Beck felt something loosen inside him as if a screw had been turned and he could let go of some of his lingering anger and resentment.
    He held out his hand to Penny, who looked quite surprised. “Nice to meet you.”
    “Ah,” Penny muttered, with her gaze whipping between them. “Nice to know you exist too,” she said.
    That made him grin as he shook her hand, while Bart held her finger and they played tug.
    At that moment there was a loud bang somewhere in the house, and Penny exclaimed, “I’ll get that, boss!”
    To Penny’s retreating back, Millie said, “I’m taking lunch, Penny. I’ll relieve you when I get back.”
    “Okay, boss,” Penny shouted, from somewhere in the house.
    Beck looked down on Millie as Bart pulled on her hair. “Thanks for that,” he said.
    She smiled, a little uncertainly. “It wasn’t so hard.” Then she added, “This is just the best thing you could do, Beck. Getting to seeing Bart at lunch.” She did smile then. “And getting to see you too,” she said.
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    I had always known Beck was hot, it wasn’t the only reason I had lusted after him throughout my teenage years, but it was a