The Doctor's Secret Son. Janice Lynn

there was very little. Yet, four years ago, she and Trace had found ways to be alone, especially at night when they’d been the two manning the slow, midnight hours.

      Trace.

      She’d essentially agreed to get to know him.

      Ha. What did that even mean? She wasn’t sure.

      At least he’d been upfront that his main goal was to sleep with her again.

      What a goal.

      What a man.

      She hung her head and took a deep breath. Why was she even fighting him?

      He was right. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

      Probably more.

      But she was four years older, four years wiser, four years more mature. She didn’t have wild sexual flings.

      Especially premeditated ones.

      Then again, trying to convince herself of greater maturity right after playing in a sea of bubbles probably wasn’t the most effective argument she’d ever waged.

      But, oh, how she’d had fun playing with Trace.

      Who’d have ever thought she’d be surrounded by bubbles, dancing and acting goofy with Trace Stevens?

      She’d have bet against those odds every time.

      But she didn’t regret it. How could she when she’d laughed more than she recalled laughing in months? Years?

      No, that wasn’t true. She laughed with Joss. Lots and lots. Goodness, but that kid made her happy.

      And Savannah. Spending time with her best friend and her baby daughter made Chrissie happy, too. Prior to Savannah’s wedding, her friend had stayed the night and they’d giggled the night away while Joss slept.