“What Did You Have In Mind For Us To Do This Evening?” Letter to Reader Title Page About the Author Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Copyright
“What Did You Have In Mind For Us To Do This Evening?”
Joe felt a sudden shock of desire slam through him at the thought of what he’d really like to do with her this evening. He’d like to take her home and kiss her senseless. To strip that dress off her and run his hands over her body.
There was no reason why he shouldn’t kiss her. Kissing was a normal part of dating, and this was supposed to be a date.
He hadn’t spent so much time aroused since he’d been a teenager. And he was finding it a damned uncomfortable state to be in. At least when he knew that he couldn’t follow his desires through to their logical end.
“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead.” He took refuge in a lie. “What would you like to do?”
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Practice Husband
Judith McWilliams
JUDITH McWILLIAMS
began to enjoy romances while in search of the proverbial “happily ever afters.” But she always found herself rewriting the endings, and eventually the beginnings, of the books she read. Then her husband finally suggested that she write novels of her own, and she’s been doing so ever since. An ex-teacher with four children, Judith has traveled the country extensively with her husband and has been greatly influenced by those experiences. But while not tending the garden or caring for family, Judith does what she enjoys most: writing. She has also written under the name Charlotte Hines.
Prologue
“Much as it pains me to admit it, Adelaide Edson, you have absolutely no calling to become a nun.”
Addy, well used to her aunt’s habit of speaking her thoughts aloud, ignored the comment and finished giving the DPT inoculation to the screaming toddler on the examining table.
“He’s in perfect health,” Addy said as she handed him to his young mother. “Bring him back in six weeks for his second set of inoculations. Sooner, if you’re worried about anything.”
“Thank you, Miss Addy. Sister Margaret.” The woman gave them a shy smile as she left.
Addy glanced around the empty tent in relief. “I was beginning to think we’d never get finished. I sure hope there’s some iced tea left in the cafeteria, because I’m dying for a glass.”
“What I want are a few answers,” Sister Margaret said as she helped Addy clean up the debris from the baby clinic.
Addy smiled affectionately at her. “Then why don’t you try asking a few questions?”
To Addy’s surprise, her aunt didn’t smile back.
“This is no laughing matter, Addy. If you don’t want to become a nun, what do you want out of life?”
“Aunt Margaret, I’m hot and tired and dirty and...”
“And avoiding my question,” Sister Margaret finished. “I’m serious. It’s long past time that you thought about it.”
“I will, just as soon as—”
“Now.” Sister Margaret’s voice brooked no opposition, and Addy gave in. There was no point in arguing with her aunt when she was in this kind of mood. It was far easier to go along.
“What do I want out of life?” Addy repeated the ques tion as she stared out through the open side of the tent at the small group of children who were playing in the scalding sun.
“Children,” Addy tried the word out and then repeated it when it sounded
