Fortunately, Morgan and Sabrina would be over soon to help her with the heavy work. Despite downing a shot of Florence’s scotch as soon as she got home last night, she’d hardly slept. She’d lain there with her eyes clamped shut, her stomach tight, and her mind whipsawing between the ugly scene with Jackson and the awesome sex with Micah. For a few minutes, the world had seemed suddenly right when she was locked in Micah’s arms, swept away as he made love to her. And it had felt like he was making love, not just taking her oh-so-willing body in some frenzy of pent-up passion. Yet as right as it had felt with him, and as liberating as it had been to just let go, her doubts had reared soon after. And she’d known that’s what would happen, even though she’d tried to deny it. She’d just added another complication to her already seriously complicated life. Mostly though, she worried about how it all would affect Micah.
