His arrival had averted what could have been a disaster. Another few moments alone with Jason, and who knew what might have happened to her resistance. Who knew what might have happened that she would regret. She didn’t want to think about how swept up in the moment she had been. In the awkward seconds after she had broken away from him, she had been glad for the distraction of Scott and his coloring books. Jason, seeming almost as uncomfortable as she felt, excused himself to take his shower. She firmly refused to let her mind go there. She had been unsettled enough by his kisses. “Mommy kiss,” Scott said. She started, wondering if she had said her thought aloud. Smiling, she leaned down to press her lips against his hair. “No.” He shook his head and gestured to the couch. “Mommy kiss Jason.” She felt herself flush to the roots of her own hair.
