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this conversation ever, so I was less than prepared.
    I think I was still in a bit of shock from the night before as well and my brain wasn’t coping too well on the few measly hours of sleep he’d allowed me.
    “Do you like him mom?” She came over and rested against my side the way she had been doing since she was old enough to stand. I realized in that moment that I was scared. Scared of the answer to that question, afraid to hope.
    After being so badly burnt, especially when it had come completely out of left field, I wasn’t in too much of a hurry to open myself up to heartache again.
    When Janine had dropped Alana off this morning I’d filled her in a little on the night’s activities, which she was in total favor of. “I knew I was right about him. So when are you seeing him again? and don’t give me any of the one hundred reasons I’m sure you’ve convinced yourself of why you shouldn’t have this.”
    We were interrupted by the girls and had to table the convo for later. Now I had someone else asking the hard questions. I looked down at her little face knowing that whatever decisions I made in the next few days, was going to affect her as much as they would me. Could I risk her little heart again after what her dad had done? Her elbow in my ribs reminded me that I hadn’t answered.
    “You do don’t you? It’s okay if you do you know; I mean dad has a new girlfriend so…” She broke off and shrugged her shoulder as she ran her finger over the tabletop absentmindedly.
    “It’s not the same thing baby. Your dad is a guy, guys are different.” Her look told me that she either didn’t understand or she didn’t agree. It didn’t take long before I learned which it was.
    “That’s dumb mom, if I had a boyfriend and he did that to me I would find me a new boyfriend too.” Things are so simple when you’re a kid.
    I knew she was saying that, but I also knew that she was still hurt by her dad’s defection. What if I took this chance, what if I were selfish just this once and we both suffered for it? How could I trust a man whom I’d only just met, when the boy I’d known all my life had done me wrong?
    There were no easy answers, none I could give her anyway. As for my inner feelings, well, they were not fit for public consumption, and especially not for my underage daughter.
    I changed the subject to what she’d like to do for the day to get her off track. She gave me that overly adult look that said she knew what I was up to but she was going to let me get away with it for now.
    I was left alone with my thoughts for the rest of the morning while she watched cartoons. I got pen and paper and wrote two columns of the pros and cons of having an affair or whatever this was with Dane Nightingale.
    It took a load off my shoulders after my short talk with the Roy guy at the justice department. I knew that’s where I called because that’s the way the secretary or whoever had answered.
    But now I had even more questions. Last night he hadn’t shared too much about himself, well other than physically that is. My face heated up with the memory of all that we had done to each other.
    If sex were the only deciding factor, there was no question I’d go for it. I don’t think I’d ever felt the things I did in that bed last night. The man did know how to make my body do what it was made for. There was still a sweet ache between my thighs even now with each movement.
    But there was so much more to think about. I recalled some of the things he’d whispered in my ear as he’d been inside of me. Promises that I dared not believe in the cold light of day, but had surely been sweet to hear at the time.
    My phone rang in the middle of my reverie. “Hello?”
    “I can feel you thinking, stop it. The deal’s already done, you don’t have any decisions to make they’ve been taken out of your hands, just sit back and enjoy okay.”
    “I don’t know if I can do that Dane, you must admit this is very