The Bonus Mum. Jennifer Greene

way since the moment they met...the moment he walked in. Every moment they found themselves together.

      She thought: he wanted to kiss her.

      It was there. In his gaze. In how privately he looked at her, how silently he looked...worried. Worried but determined.

      When she finally closed the door, the sudden silence in the cabin struck her again as unexpectedly lonely—when she’d been content living alone. Or she thought she’d been content.

      She ambled through the living room, picking up mugs and glasses, doing little cleanups—and lecturing herself at the same time. She was imagining those “looks” from Whit. The guy was still in love with his wife, from everything the girls had said. He was still loving her, still mourning her, still grieving.

      And she had no business volunteering for trouble, besides. She was still in deep emotional shock over George—the man everyone assumed she’d be thrilled to marry, thrilled to spend her life with. She hadn’t discovered his turnip side until it was almost too late...which unfortunately said a whole lot about her lack of judgment in men.

      She was afraid to trust her judgment again. Not because she was a sissy. Because she was smart.

      She had to be smart. Her confidence had been crippled, not by George, but by misjudging a man she thought she loved. It was a mistake she couldn’t risk making again.