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Eric had just set Charlie in his baby swing and wound it up, and Rachel had pulled out all her dolls and blankets and was busy arranging a tea party for them. Eric was dressed, showered, shaved, and determined to achieve some order and direction in his life. He’d had an early meeting with the admiral, and it was decided he wouldn’t be going back to the aircraft carrier. Actually, the admiral had informed him at seven this morning, his children had to come first. Commander Haycock had taken the posting, but in sixty-three days, after Christmas, Eric was to report back to his post on the Larsen, and he needed to have his children looked after before he left. This was another warning from the admiral.
He was reaching for the phone when there was a knock at the door. With a glance to his
