Assignment: Twins. Leigh Michaels

bad news for the dishwasher.”

      Seth nodded. “It’s completely shot. I hoped I could substitute a new style of motor, but it’s just too ancient to find one that will fit.”

      “Laura’s not going to like that.”

      “It can’t be helped. I’m going back to work, Nikki. The babies are all yours.”

      All yours. That sounded ominous. Was he planning to come back at all? He hadn’t promised anything beyond this morning… “Look, Seth, I said I’m sorry about the key.”

      “I heard you. They’ve had lunch, by the way.”

      “I see that. I’m just surprised they’ll eat spinach, if they won’t touch squash.”

      Seth paused in mid-step. “Spinach?” He sounded as if he’d never heard of it before.

      “Yeah.” She gestured. “The green stains down the front of Zack’s shirt. I’m not complaining, mind you, but you might try a bib next time.” She wanted to ask, Is there going to be a next time?

      “Sure. I’ll keep that in mind.”

      She followed him to the door. “Is there anything you’d like for dinner?”