Mummy in the Making. Victoria Pade

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      “Za-Za?” Issa parroted.

      “The floppy lion he sleeps with. Don’t ask me why he calls him Za-Za, he just does,” Hutch confided before he got out of the SUV, closed his door and immediately opened the rear one to lean inside to say to Ash, “It’s okay, buddy. I’ll have you in bed with Za-Za in a minute.”

      Issa decided she could use that minute to consider the deal she might be striking with Hutch Kincaid.

      Earlier in the evening she’d reminded herself to beware of this man because he was the kind of guy she knew she was susceptible to. And nothing about that had changed, she reflected as she got out of the SUV and went up to the house’s main door to unlock it.

      Plus she realized she was susceptible to Hutch in particular. If she weren’t, during the drive home she wouldn’t have been as aware as she had been of the scent of his cologne, of the heat of his body just a console away, of that long arm stretched across the back of her seat.

      She wouldn’t have thought so much about her hands being on the same steering wheel his hands had been on, or that she was sitting where he usually sat, and liking the sort of familiarity that seemed to breed.

      She wouldn’t have just spent the past few hours at the barbecue stealing every glimpse of him that she could steal, and then have been secretly pleased afterward to have him to herself again.

      So was it smart now to sign on for spending more time with him? She pondered the question as she opened the door and waited for Hutch to finish getting his son out of the car. Because time would have to be spent with him if she showed him around Northbridge, if she showed him whatever properties were on the market, and if she had him teach her what to do with a kid.