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in awe, absently lifting her cup to take a careful sip of the hot liquid. “The mere thought of raising four boys is daunting.”
    Cameron laughed, and began collecting dishes and cutlery. “Believe me, it would have taken a lot more than us kids to daunt my mother.”
    Sounds formidable, Sandra mused—a veritable shining example of the traditional wife and mother, old-fashioned and outdated now, but fondly recalled, if Cameron’s expression was anything to judge by. The total opposite of her own mother, she ruminated, rising to help him clear the table. Her mother had been a career woman to the oval tips of her fingernails. She’d been forced into an early retirement a few years ago, due to a heart condition—which, thankfully, was not life-threatening-and probably would have gone into a decline iffaced with the very thought of taking on the role of housewife and mother to four children.
    “At present, she’s eagerly looking forward to whipping her grandchildren into shape.”
    Cameron’s laconic remark ended Sandra’s introspective reverie.
    “How many grandchildren are there?” she asked, looking away from the flow of water churning the detergent into a mound of bubbles in the sink.
    “None.” He moved his shoulders in a light shrug, then grabbed a dish towel from a wall-mounted hook in readiness. “That’s why she’s so eager. But she believes that now, at long last, she has reason to hope.” He took the dripping plate she handed him and applied the towel as if he were an old hand at the chore.
    Sandra finished rinsing the second plate and frowned as she handed it to him. “Why?” She shook her head, confused. “I mean, why does your mother now believe there’s reason to hope for grandchildren?”
    “Because my youngest brother, Jake, is getting married in June.” He laughed. “It’s kinda funny. The lastborn of Maddy’s sons will be the first one to marry.”
    “All four of you are still single?” The dishes done, she moved to wipe the table.
    “Yes, at least for a little while yet.” He tossed the damp towel adroitly onto the hook. “I may be reading it all wrong, but something tells me things are heating up between my other two brothers, Eric and Royce, and their respective ladies.” He grinned at her; she felt the effects to the tingling soles of her bare feet. “I believe my mother’s thinking along the same lines,” he explained. “She sounded suspiciously smug when I talked to her early this morning.”
    “Do you talk to your mother often?” she asked, thinking about her twice-monthly, insubstantial telephone chats with her own mother.
    “At least once a week.” He paused, then shrugged. “When I can.”
    Sandra didn’t require further explanation; she understood the demands of his profession.
    “That’s nice,” she murmured, meaning it. But then she flashed a teasing smile at him. “You’re a good and considerate son.”
    His own smile flashed; it had a wolfish look. “I’m good at a lot of things.” Appearing deceptively lazy, he strolled to her. “Exciting things.”
    “Really?” Concealing a sizzling inner response behind an expression of wide-eyed innocence, Sandra watched with mounting anticipation as he closed in on her.
    “Hmmm.” Cameron came to a halt with his chest just brushing her already tingling breasts. Hiseyes were dark, hooded, sultry. “You need more proof?”
    “Much more proof and I’ll probably die from intense ecstasy,” she said breathlessly.
    “Yeah, but, as the old saying claims,” he whispered, slowly rubbing his chest against the hardening tips of her breasts, “what a way to go.”
    Sandra could barely breathe; she couldn’t think of anything at all—except for the riot of erotic images seducing her mind and thoughts.
    “Wanna go with me?” His voice was so low, she could hardly hear him, but still she understood, understood and responded, almost violently, to the sexy intonation in his voice.
    “To…to the bed?”