Friendship with Nick? She snorted. Certainly not the simple camaraderie she shared with Greg and her male colleagues. Not when her pulse raced at his touch and her body yearned for him. Her relationship with Nick was special and precious. And heading toward a feeling she was afraid to acknowledge. How could she fool herself into thinking she was immune to Nick’s attraction? Should she trust him with her heart and stop smothering her emotions? What about him? He showed friendship —or whatever it was—with his help and his kisses. And he was ready for the next step. Mom was right. A man can’t live by bread and friendship. Unless it came with special benefits. Annoyed at the direction of her thoughts, she turned and tossed in her bed, and hit her head on the board. A wailing responded to the thump, grew louder, and earsplitting. She glanced at the digital clock—11 pm—and jumped from the bed, glad for the distraction. Celia was crying and Liana pouting, ready to suckle. While the bottles warmed up, Madelyn changed the babies, and transferred them to their stroller.
