When had her mind wandered from them and shifted to Toron? She hadn’t seen him in five years. Their night of explosive sex had continued into the wee hours of the morning, but when she had determined she was leaving, he let her go. No calls, no nothing since then. Not that she had expected or wanted it, especially after finding out she was pregnant. Still, why lately did his face invade her dreams and her every waking moment? Her office door in the back of her boutique burst open. “Mommy, I’m back!” Sienna chuckled. “I noticed, Simi. How was your day, baby?” Her son took a flying leap the last few steps before he reached her, and he landed in her open arms. Her heart skipped a beat when she hugged him and ruffled his hair. Maybe he was why she kept bringing Toron to mind. Simeon was the spitting image of his dad.
