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The afternoon seemed to fly by. Melissa was shocked when two baby cribs were delivered and Henry had them set up in the room across from hers. And the beds weren’t all. High chairs were also delivered, fancy high chairs that seated infants then changed to accommodate toddlers, along with boxes and packages in all shapes and sizes.

“This isn’t necessary,” she’d protested. “We’re only going to be here a couple of days.”

“Then things will be more comfortable for the couple of days that you’re here,” Henry had replied.

Dinner was a pleasant meal with the boys happily seated in their new high chairs and most of the conversation between Mary and Melissa. Henry had been quiet, watching Melissa with an enigmatic gaze that made her overly self-conscious and more than a little bit nervous.

After dinner they all gathered in the living room for the tree-trimming party. Mary supplied thick thread and needles to string the popcorn and cranberries that Etta provided, and Henry carried the two high chairs into the room and placed the boys in the seats.

“Why don’t I put the lights on while you two make the garland?” Henry asked.

Mary smiled at Melissa. “He’d do anything to get out of using a needle and thread.”

“Sewing is a woman’s work,” Henry replied.

“Stubborn and a male chauvinist, what a surprise,” Melissa exclaimed.

“I’m not a male chauvinist,” he protested. “I just don’t like needles.”

“Okay, then stubborn and a bit of a wuss,” Melissa replied teasingly.

Mary laughed in delight. “Finally, a woman who can put you in your place, Henry.”

Henry looked at Melissa and in the depths of his eyes she saw a flicker of heat that stirred something wild and hot inside her.