Dear Cupid by Julie Ortolon Page B

beautiful woman in the world to him.”
    “Then why won’t he make love to me?”
    “You said it yourself. He’s worried about hurting the baby. So, what you need to do is reassure him that sex can be very healthy for the baby. In fact, every time you have an orgasm, it makes your uterus contract and gives the baby a massage. If you think about it, it really is incumbent upon him—as a caring father—to give you as many orgasms as possible. For the good of the baby, of course.”
    Linda gave a short, surprised laugh. “You’re making that up.”
    “No, really, it’s true. And what’s more”—Kate wiggled her eyebrows—“the more your uterus expands to make room for the baby, the stronger your orgasms will be.”
    “Kate!” Linda moaned. “That’s not the kind of thing to tell a horny woman who’s gone without sex for two months.”
    “Maybe not, but Jim has gone without for just as long, so he’s just as miserable as you are.”
    “You think so?”
    “I know so.” She tweaked Linda’s nose. “In fact, that’s probably why he can’t keep his mind on his work. He’s so hot for you he can’t think straight. So, what you need to do is wait until Dylan goes to bed tonight. Then find something loose but sexy to wear. Put on some perfume, and offer to give Jim a back rub.”
    “Which will promptly put the man to sleep.”
    “Not a chance.” Kate straightened her friend’s bangs. “You are way too sexy to put any man to sleep. Especially one who loves you as much as Jim does.”
    “Oh, Kate.” Linda leaned forward and gave her a tight hug. “Thanks. You always know the right thing to say.”
    “That’s my job.” Kate returned the hug. “Although if you wanted to repay me, there is something you could do.”
    “Oh?” Linda leaned back.
    Kate lowered her eyes, uncomfortable with the sudden role reversal. Giving help was so much easier than asking for it. “Could you ask Jim to talk to Dylan tonight? You know, have him ask Dylan how everything’s going at school and such?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I don’t know.” Kate made a restless gesture with her hand. “I think something’s wrong. Only, Dylan won’t talk to me. Maybe he’d open up more to a man.”
    “I’ll be happy to ask Jim to talk to him, on one condition.” Linda ducked her head to meet  Kate’s eyes. “That you quit worrying so much. You are a wonderful mother, Kate. I mean that. I only hope I’m half as good. But sometimes, not always”—she held up her hands—“sometimes, you do get the tiniest bit overprotective.”
    “I know, but it’s so hard not to with Dylan. He’s so small and awkward, I’m afraid the other boys pick on him at school.”
    Linda’s brows snapped together. “Just because someone’s small, doesn’t mean they’re helpless. And the more people try to protect them, the more they’re going to resent it.”
    Kate blinked in surprise, then grinned in understanding. “Are we talking about Dylan here, or you?”
    Linda blushed just as the doorbell rang.
    “I’ll get it!” Dylan hollered from the other room.
    Kate jumped to her feet. “Oh, my goodness, he’s here already? Linda, go stall him while I do something with my hair.”
    “Dylan can handle Mike.” Linda laughed. “I’d much rather stay here and watch Cupid be nervous over a first date,”
    “I told you. It’s not a date.”
    “Right.” Linda smiled.
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    Dylan grabbed the door with both hands and swung it open. He expected to find Jim ready to take him to the big house up the hill where he and Miss Linda lived. Tonight, he was going to get to sleep over, so they wouldn’t have to wait up for his mom to come home. And Jim had promised Dylan he could help out in the workshop again. They were building a crib for the baby, but it was a big secret, just between them, ‘cause they were both men, and men shared things that women didn’t know about. Boy, he couldn’t wait to see Miss Linda’s face when they