Page 32 of Loving Roman (The Summer Twins #3)

I sigh as I walk toward Roman, propped up in bed, a T-shirt hiding his broad chest. Lunches are made, clothes are ironed and ready for the morning rush. School bags are packed and homework is done. The time after dinner was a finely honed routine; years in the making. Roman showed me the ropes, and I stepped in to help wherever I could. The kids did their part, but it was still … a lot.

I press my knee into the mattress as I finish rubbing in my hand cream. “You know you don’t have to thank me for helping.” I raise my eyebrows. “We’re a team, and we work together to get everything done that needs doing.”