Santini had arrived for her appointment. Hannah groaned. She’d barely slept the past couple nights—since the night John had stayed with her. As though that one taste of sleeping in his arms had spoiled her for all the other nights he wouldn’t be there.She’d nearly taken him to bed after he’d gotten her so unbelievably turned on out on her porch. What a mistake that would have been. As it was, she spent way too much time thinking about him, fantasizing about what it would be like to make love with him. If only the fantasies stopped there. But they went from lovemaking to living together to getting married and having babies.She had to keep John Emerson out of her bed.She rubbed her hands over her face and yawned. If she didn’t get at least eight hours tonight—no, make that ten—she’d be delusional soon. She stood and stretched as far as her muscles would go in a desperate attempt to wake up. It wouldn’t do to keel over while the woman was talking about her child.Mrs. Santini turned out to be an attractive redhead with a very short haircut and a compact body that told Hannah she spent a lot of time working out.
