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and even more dangerous dependents—children. He didn’t know why, but he had the inexplicable urge to show Amy he was man enough for anything she might need.

Two
    “I ’d like to expand the program to at least five more elementary schools in this district,” Amy said, responding to Justin’s question about her after-school program at the same moment she saved Jeremy’s cup from a spill. “I’d really like to make it county-wide, and if you want to know what I wish before I blow out the candles on my birthday cake, I’d love to see this spread all over the state, then the whole country.” She paused, studying Justin’s face. She knew some people felt overwhelmed by her dreams, but she sensed he understood at the same time he was amused.
    “Amy, the Empress of Literacy,” he said.
    He made it sound more sexy than mocking, but perhaps that was just because he was sexy.
    “I can’t deny it,” she said. “Two and a half hours per week could make a huge difference in the lives of the children who participate in the program.”
    “What do you need to make it happen? Money?”
    “That would help,” she said. “Teachers interested in helping with the program would find it more inviting to know their time and experience would be rewarded. The program also needs more exposure. It would be great if we became the darling of a women’s organization, or a corporate sponsor decided to take us on, but since I became a mom,” she said, smiling at Nick, Emily, and Jeremy, “I’ve had three of the best distractions in the world living with me.” She noticed Nick squirming in his seat. “Bathroom?”
    The little boy nodded. “I don’t wanna miss dessert.”
    “Scoot. I promise to save some for you.” After Nick left, she met Justin’s inquiring gaze. “He waits a little too late sometimes,” she explained. “Are you allowed to eat chocolate?”
    His lips twitched, and his eyes flickered with a dangerous sensuality. “I’m allowed to eat anything I want,” he said in a low voice that made her wonder what it would be like to be the subject of his undivided attention.
    Distressed at her thoughts, Amy bit her lip and banished a wayward provocative image from her mind. If this was how she reacted to being dateless for six months, how would she act after a year? She cleared her throat and stood. “Good, then you can have a piece of the candy bar cake Emily and I made this afternoon.”
    Nick skidded into the room. “I’m back.”
    “Did you wash your hands?”
    The little boy paused too long.
    Amy chuckled and patted his head. “Finish the job and use soap.”
    “Are you a teacher like Aunt Amy?” Emily asked Justin.
    As curious as her niece, Amy glanced over her shoulder to watch his response.
    He shook his head. “I trade stocks.”
    “Which brokerage?” Amy asked.
    He gave a casual shrug. “I trade online.”
    She gave him a second glance. He didn’t look like a gambler. “What do you do when the market goes down?”
    “When the market goes down, I short stocks.”
    Amy frowned as she placed a slice of cake on a plate. “Short?”
    “I’m not gonna be short,” Nick interrupted. “I’m gonna be tall.”
    Justin chuckled. “This doesn’t have anything to do with height. Shorting a stock technically meansyou borrow the stock at one price hoping to replace it at a lower price. You place your order at a hopefully high price, then get out when it goes down. It’s called shorting a stock.”
    “I’ve never heard of it.”
    “Only in America can you make or lose money on something you don’t technically own. It’s not for the faint of heart,” Justin wryly said.
    “Oh, makes for ulcers?” she asked.
    He paused. “Partly,” he grudgingly admitted. “But not making money at all would make more ulcers.”
    “What’s an ulcer?” Emily asked.
    “It’s something in your tummy that makes it hurt,” Amy said.
    “When my tummy hurts, I throw up,” Jeremy said, then eyed the cake and