For the Sake of Their Son. Catherine Mann

with you.” She tipped her face up to his, the jasmine scent of her swirling all around him. “What more do you want from me?”

      “I want us to be friends again, Lucy Ann,” he answered honestly, his voice raw. “Friends. Not just parents passing a kid back and forth to each other. I want things the way they were before between us.”

      Her pupils widened with emotion. “Exactly the way we were before? Is that even possible?”

      “Not exactly as before,” he conceded, easy enough to do when he knew his plans for something better between them.

      He angled closer, stroking her ponytail over her shoulder in a sweep he wanted to take farther down her back to her waist. He burned all the way to his gut, needing to pull her closer.

      “We’ll be friends and more. We can go back to that night together, pick up from there. Because heaven help me, if we’re being totally honest, then yes. I want you back in my bed again.”