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hairs.” She hung up her robe and got dressed, slipping into a pair of brown trousers and a pale pink fluffy sweater. Next were animal print flats. “Now get dressed and leave.”
    “That’s it. You’re not willing to give me another chance?”
    “I’m willing to let you have visitation with our child. That should be enough.”
    “You’re not getting it, me…this.” He shifted his weigh from one leg to the other. “I want you and the baby. It’s a package deal now.”
    “How romantic. Is that how you charm all the girls out of their panties, big talk of your package?”
    “My big package seemed to impress you all right.”
    “God, you’re so crass.” She brushed past him. “I expect you to be gone before I get back.”
    There was no way he could leave her, no matter what she said or how she tried to insult him. Four months of dating her had seen to that. He was immune to her barbs and he’d cracked the code to April-speak. “Sorry, babe, I’m in it for the long haul.”
     
    ***
     
    The last thing April expected to be in her driveway was a moving van, but there it was, blocking her. The house beside hers had been for sale, until yesterday when a sold sign suddenly appeared, so maybe the moving company had made a mistake.
    She gently tapped on the horn of her new minivan. “Minivan,” she whimpered. She had always loathed minivans, stuffed full with kids, toys and DVDs. And now she owned one.
    But she couldn’t feel sorry for herself. It was paid for, with enough money left over from selling her pretty little BMW to the dealership, to pay for insurance and gas for a long, long time. Besides, NoDa was entirely walkable. She should be proud for making such a sacrifice. Still her BMW had been so sleek and fast and cute and…not a minivan!
    Finn walked around to the back, bag of chips in his hand. His eyes widened in disbelief.
    Great. Now she wanted to slump down in her seat and hide. Instead she rolled down the window and asked, “What are you doing here?”
    “Moving,” he said, popping a chip in his mouth.
    “Into my house?” She shook her head, hair flying everywhere. “No, uh-uh, no way. Not happening.”
    “Settle down, preggo, I’m moving next door. Figured you wouldn’t mind your new neighbor borrowing your driveway for a couple of hours.”
    She impersonated a fish gasping for air for several long seconds while he calmly ate chip after chip, then her brain kicked into gear. Finn had moved here, beside her. To be with her and the baby.
    A ribbon of warmth wove around her and she wanted to cry in happiness. Stupid hormones. “How long?”
    “Thirty minutes, give or take a few. Why don’t you leave this here and I’ll move it when the guys are done,” he offered.
    Well, she was tired. Actually, she was exhausted and wanted to do nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for the next hundred years. “Fine. Don’t scratch the paint job when you do.”
    Grinning as he opened the door for her, she turned up her nose at his hand and quickly made her way to her house. “I’m digging the new ride, babe. You make anything look good.”
    “Whatever ,” she tossed over her shoulder. Secretly, she was pleased with his compliments and the look of admiration in his eyes. Call her shallow, but after years of second guessing every decision she made, it was nice to have immediate support.
    Once inside, she threw her purse on the couch, her shoes in the closet, peeled off her clothes and tumbled into bed. In what seemed like seconds later, she was waking up to Finn calling her name.
    “I’m sleeping,” she grumbled, burying herself more deeply in the covers. His heavy footsteps sounded and she frowned. That damn man forgot to take off his shoes.
    A large hand stroked her head gently. “It’s almost six in the evening. You need to eat.”
    “I need to sleep,” she argued, then her stomach growled.
    He laughed. “I brought you dinner.”
    That made her perk up and sit up, putting her