Falling For The Single Dad. Jessica Hart

a whimper Emily crumpled against the worktop, her hands trembling too much to deal with the breast pump for a moment. And so she stood there, her legs like jelly, until her breathing had slowed and the world had righted itself and her hands were hers again.

      Then she gathered all the bits and pieces from the steriliser, went into her study and shut the door every bit as firmly. Two doors between them was the minimum they needed at the moment.

      She sat down, set up the equipment and reached for her CD player to relax her—and then remembered that her favourite, most relaxing CDs were in the sitting room.

      And she’d never be able to listen to them again without thinking of him.

      Five more nights, she told herself. That was all it was. Five more nights until he was back in his own home and she had her house back to herself.

      It couldn’t come a moment too soon.