She allowed herself a last look at his rear, then pulled out a kitchen chair and sank onto the seat.She had to get a grip. Yes, the attraction was nice. The quivery feelings reminded her that she wasn't dead yet. All delightful and completely meaningless messages when compared with the fact that men were nothing but trouble and getting involved with one would make her an idiot times two. Oh sure, she'd heard rumors that there were male members of the species who were actually helpful, responsible and on occasion behaved like partners, but she'd never experienced it firsthand. What were the odds of her encountering one at this point in her life? Even more important, what were the odds of her encountering one in someone who made her hormones belly dance in supplication?“Is he gone?" She looked up and saw Brett entering the kitchen. "By 'he' I assume you mean Nash?" Her twelve-year-old nodded.“He went up to his room." Brett pulled out a chair and sat next to her. "Why's this guy hanging around?"“Maybe he's a film producer doing research on the perfect American family." Brett rolled his eyes.Stephanie grinned.
