Ever since she arrived in Port Townsend, she'd been bending like a willow in the wind, reacting to events, making impulsive—probably unwise—decisions on the spur of the moment.Now she needed to become proactive, to take charge of her own life, or she'd end the week in even more of a mess than when she started. As a scientist, she knew the danger of becoming entangled in complex traps of logic, knew that the true answer to seemingly unanswerable questions was most often the simplest.For a woman who had lived most of her life with simplicity, knowing her goals, her life had become incredibly complicated. She'd spent last night and much of the day wrestling with impossible alternatives, trying to come up with a painless way out of the tangle she'd woven for herself.Blake wanted more, and for the past two days he'd been looking for an opportunity to explain exactly what that meant. Grace thought he meant something permanent and domestic, but Claire wasn't so sure. He told her he wanted children, but he'd just watched his sister's baby come into the world.
