She closed herself in the bathroom and turned on the light. Chilled, she dressed quickly and caught her reflection in the mirror above the sink. Her hair was a tousled mess, her skin still flushed. She touched her swollen lips, memories of the past few hours invading her thoughts. How could one man, a stranger, make her feel things she’d never felt before? Not even with Keith. Tears filled her eyes and slipped past her lashes before she could stop them. For the first time in fourteen months, her tears weren’t for the hole in her heart, but because she didn’t feel it. She rubbed her chest, expecting to feel the emptiness, the ache that had been there since Keith’s death. Oh, God, could she take another chance? Let her feelings for Lucas develop? Take a chance on love again? What she felt for Keith couldn’t compare to this, and that scared her almost as much as taking a leap of faith.
