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    abandoned them both.

    Later, when he was sixteen, his mother had died in an accident.

    He pushed the painful thoughts aside. Thankfully, today, the technology
    at Sugar Hill had been sufficient. “Congratulations, you two.” Thomas
    patted Nora’s shoulder. “You did great, Mom.”

    She squeezed his hand. “It may be our third, but she’s just as special.”

    Thomas chuckled and left to offer them some privacy, his mood lifted by
    the closeness of the family. A closeness he’d missed out on when his
    father left. Although he admired single women who raised their kids
    alone, he intended to be there every minute, if or when he had a child.

    Shock surged through Rebecca. Her seventy-four-year-old grandmother had
    written erotic poetry and drawn nude sketches of lovers intertwined? She
    almost shoved the book back inside the hope chest, but curiosity won
    out, and she scanned the first few pages. Grammy had always been a
    lively and modern character, but the seductive tone of the poems and the
    details of the drawings were more risque than she could have imagined.

    Oh, my, my, my…

    She read the third poem, the erotic words conjuring visions of her and
    Thomas Emerson….

    Before and after they’d strolled down the aisle.

    A shiver rippled up her spine. There was no way she could try some of
    the poses. Could she?

    Rattled, she shook off the images and hastily repacked the items in the
    hope chest, hoping to pack away the fantasies as well. No sense getting
    all starry-eyed just because her grandmother had sent her a few odd gifts.

    Still, she carried visions to bed with her and in her dreams, they
    resurfaced.

    Images of her and Thomas, their naked bodies tangled

    together, giving each other delight. Images of the two of them making
    love all through the night. Images of the two of them having a child.

    When Rebecca woke the next morning, a soul-deep ache stirred within her.
    Moving slowly, she sat upright, wincing at the sharp pain in her chest
    and the stiffness in her muscles. She adjusted the pillow to prop
    herself up, then she lay back and considered her options.

    She wanted a baby so badly. She had even before Mimi had gotten
    pregnant, but watching Mimi go through the pregnancy had raised all
    kinds of fantasies in Rebecca’s mind. And seeing Mimi’s little girl,
    Maggie Rose, had only deepened the desire for a child of her own. But
    she needed a man to get pregnant, and she didn’t have a boyfriend or
    even a possibility of one in sight.

    Unfortunately, the only man in the world she wanted to have a baby with
    was Thomas Emerson.

    But he would never see her as anything but a klutz who’d demolished his
    Porsche and nearly killed him on the way home. Plus, he certainly didn’t
    owe her a favor; she owed him.

    Still, her biological clock was ticking away like a time bomb. And she
    had to face the fact that Sugar Hill wasn’t exactly crawling with
    single, eligible bachelors.

    Take time to nurture your own talents and dreams, Grammy had written.

    Her dream was to have a family.

    The book on dream analysis beckoned her from the hope chest. She jumped
    out of bed, brought it back

    and snuggled under the covers, skimming page after page, fascinated by
    the information.

    Hmm, dreams sometimes relayed subconscious thoughts and desires.

    She sat up straighter, feeling rejuvenated and more confident as an idea
    formed in her mind. Maybe there was something to this hope chest magic
    after all. Grammy had always been modern. Maybe it was time she stepped
    into the twenty-first century herself. Women didn’t have to have
    husbands to have a child. She could have one by herself. She had a
    decent job running the bookstore, she was responsible, healthy, and she
    would love the baby unconditionally.

    She’d taken care of Suzanne after their mother had died, so she knew she
    would make a good mother.

    Yes, she was going to believe in herself, just the way Grammy Rose