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This would be a way to pay him back for living in his luxury. “Then I’d like to apply.”

“Why?”

I thought it was obvious. Work was good. “Because working would make me feel like less of a slacker.”

He tilted his head and ran a gentle hand over my shoulder. “You’re not. You’re the… you’re the mother of my son, and all I want is for you to be happy.”

I lowered my head. Maybe it was wrong to be friends with benefits at the same time we'd be working together. My face felt tight. “So you’re not hiring me?”

He kissed my cheek. “Oh, you’re hired.”

I quickly glanced up and smiled. “Really?”

He came even closer. “You’re more than qualified, and I think we get along. If I ever miss noticing one of my doctors is entrepreneurial, please bring it to my attention.”

“Oh, I think we get along too,” I said.

Then our lips met.

Kissing him sent trembles through my body. I wrapped my arms around him, and little sparks rushed through me.

He was the best and, for the time being, mine to enjoy.

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Elon

Birds chirped outside the window. I still had my eyes closed as I mentally listed everything I was grateful for in my life. Today, at the top of the list was a second chance with the gorgeous woman beside me in bed.

She let out a sigh, and I gazed down at her. I muttered a second "Thank you" as I'd spent too much time without her.

She opened her eyes. I smiled at her. “Good morning.”

“I slept here!” She jumped out of the bed, stark naked.

I sat up. “It’s okay.”

She shook her head as she gathered her clothes from the floor. “I don’t want Sam to get the wrong idea about us.”

“That his parents like each other?”

“He’s never seen me in bed with a guy, if I could help it.”

“I’m not any guy. I’m doing my best to be his dad.”

“You’re doing great.”

I reached for my underwear. “I’m feeling guilty.”

She tugged on her shirt and stepped into her pants. “Why?”

My heart pounded. “I shouldn’t have rushed you.”

She sat down on the bed and cupped my face. I stilled as I wasn’t sure what she’d say. But then she laughed. “You’re funny.”

I blinked. “What?”

She kept her voice low. “I was the one who insisted, but now I need to think about my… our son.”