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I tilt my hips further, knowing her clit is now rubbing against my pubic bone.

“Ahh, Cal…” April lets out a squeak, her body squeezing mine, and I know she’s close. I can feel the tension building in her muscles. I up the speed, wanting to watch her as she breaks over my cock.

“Shit, Cal…”

I pound into her, clutching her closer. She meets me, move for move, until we are both flying over the precipice. Her muscles contract, and her eyes roll back into her head. I thrust twice more before letting my orgasm ride me. I feel my cum fill her up. I continue to move, not wanting this moment to end as we continue to watch each other. I know the look of satisfaction on her face matches my own.

I finally withdraw, the satisfied look on her face all I hoped it would be. She bites down on my shoulder. The aim was to remove all thoughts of the past and fill her with thoughts of a future. Our future. Thoughts that, until recently, I had thought an impossibility, but the more I get to know her, the more time I spend with her, I see a kindred spirit. April Wilson makes me a better person, she makes me want things I didn’t think were possible. Things I’ve done my best to avoid, but now I find myself drawn towards them. This woman has changed my life since she slammed into it, and I’m not sure what I will do about it.

CHAPTER 48

CALEB

Iwalk in the door and April appears from the kitchen her mobile phone in hand. Her eyes wide, her face alight with delight.

“You look happy,” I tell her, pulling her into my arms and dropping a kiss on her nose. She’s practically vibrating. Her hands go up around my neck and she pulls me down for a proper kiss.

“That was Di. Apparently, she’s been on the waiting list too long, and they are now going to do her hip operation privately. She is coming to London next week to see a specialist. I’ve just looked him up. He’s the best.”

I smile down at her. “That’s great news.”

April draws back, her hands moving to my shoulders. “Caleb Frazer, what did you do?”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Top specialist, two weeks after I told you about Di and her hip problem.”

I shrug, saying nothing. I will not lie, but I don’t have to confirm. This is about Di, not April. When I looked into her, she and her husband have helped hundreds of foster childrenover the years. With all the charity work my mother does with the foundation, she often talks aboutlife’s angels. It’s clear Di is one of them.

I move away, unable to take the scrutiny of her gaze. “Caleb, did you have something to do with this?”

I turn to look at her. “I may have made a few phone calls.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and stares at me.

“Why? What is Di to you?”

I step forward unable to believe the words she has just said.

“It is not what sheisto me, butwhoandwhatshe means to you. You’re worried about her. I have more money than I can spend in a hundred lifetimes, why can’t I help someone you care about?”

Silence descends.

“Were you going to tell me?”

“No,” I tell her truthfully. I move towards her and tweak her nose. “But Di sounds to be a very deserving woman. She’s fostered children for years. Sometimes the universe likes to give back.”

I watch a tear track its way down her cheek.

“Hey,” I say catching it with my thumb before wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her towards me. “Why the tears?”

She shakes her head and offers me a watery smile. “Thank you.” April goes up on her tip toes and wraps her arms around my neck. “Thank you for doing this for her.”

“You’re welcome.”

CHAPTER 49

APRIL

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