A breeze lifted the curtains and stroked over him. Tangled around his hips the sheets clung to his damp skin. Despite the early hour, already late August heat crept into the room. Soon the air would be thick and hot. A warm weight pressed against his side. "Good morning." The sound of Claire's voice made him blink. The previous night's events washed over him. Satisfaction warred with guilt. He couldn't regret making love with her, but he knew he shouldn't have. He'd taken something from her when he had nothing to offer in return. Reluctantly he turned to face her. Warm brown eyes smiled at him. Flushed with sleep, she glowed with an inner radiance that intensified his guilt at the same time it filled him with satisfaction. The urge to pull her into his arms and repeat his mistake nearly overwhelmed him. Her smile faded as she worried her lower lip with her teeth. "I found the adoption papers when I hung up your jacket. I was so worried Banner was going to contest the adoption; afraid the court would grant him custody.
