She’d thought she would fall into a dead sleep after cradling and breast-feeding her little son—Hale’s little son—but her dreams were dark and disturbingly sexual again, and now she was awake again and unable to stay still. She redressed in Kristina’s clothes, and guilt lay on her heart like a lead weight. Survivor’s guilt, for sure. But also her feelings for little Declan were crazy deep. She loved him like he was her own, and it was really, really difficult to remember that she had no claim on him whatsoever. Her mind touched again on the swirling sexual thoughts that seemed to be invading her sleep. Was that normal? The worst of it was they seemed to be centered around Hale St. Cloud, and in a very dark, distant corner of her mind she recognized that she’d always found him attractive, in a kind of taboo, “never for you” kind of way. She’d never been worried that she would poach on her sister’s husband while Kristina was alive. It never would have happened. Savvy wasn’t made that way.
