"It's no big deal" Katherine said, trying to act like she wasn't bothered....And failing."No really" he continued. "My life was actually really amazing when you were in it. We spent really great times together, you know. I hated it when you left. I still don't get why you had to leave.""I was doing the right thing" Katherine said."Oh please" he said. "You honestly still think leaving was the right thing. You family was right here. I was here. The truth is you just couldn't listen. You are so smart and I just don't understand how you couldn't see just how bad Mitch was for you. Even after I told you"Katherine got really upset after he said that. "You know let's face it. That's the only reason why you are so mad at me, because I didn't listen to you. Oh God forbid Jensen Packard doesn't get his way""That's not true.. And you know it. We had something amazing between us. It's not my fault you deci

He was so hard, Katherine thought. She leaned her weight into him. It made her want to laugh with the heady power she had over him. She skimmed her nibbling mouth across the hardness of his jaw into the flesh in his throat, fingers digging at his collar to expose more of him to her busy mouth. She couldn't think of any other place she would rather be at that moment but in his arms. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway brought them back to earth —back to reality. They stopped. Katherine moved a few inches away from him. Hurriedly adjusting her clothes and her hair. Trying to look presentable and hoping no one would be able to guess what they had been doing. Gosh. She thought. What the hell came over her. All it took was one kiss from him and she turned into that girl she was years ago... Wanting him so badly. Turns out there were some things time couldn't change.

The sheer drapes fluttered at her open window, and a rooster crowed in the distance. The warm morning sliding into her bedroom matched the emotions she had been experiencing since the last time she saw Jensen. She sighed. Another day. But something was different, just like it had been since that day. Proof of that fluttered through her body, which felt restless and unfulfilled. She closed her eyes and saw Jensen Packard, once more felt his body against hers, his lips against hers. Kissing her, holding her and touching her so intimately. Her heart raced beneath her cotton nightgown. She stretched sensuously between the cool sheets, remembering the cotton covered hardness of his broad chest. "Mom, are you getting up?" Tim's call cut into her memory, shattering it. Katherine sighed and got out of bed. —————&mdas

Her mouth was the most kissable he had ever encountered and her skin the softest he had felt. Even her hair suited her to perfection. He half smiled in appreciation as he eyed her elegant topknot. Tendrils had escaped to curl with fiery abandon about her temples and the nape of her neck.And that's when he saw beneath the surface. Her hairstyle mirrored her nature, he suddenly realized. She struggled to attain the appearance of severity and restraint, but couldn't quite achieve it.Equally, she fought an unending battle between the tempestuous aspects of her nature and the need for rigid control. On the surface, she appeared perfectly composed. But underneath smoldered an inferno that probably terrified her, that threatened the calm, orderly existence she'd built.With new insight, he looked at her again. And in the end it was those soft eyes that gave her away—betraying her uncertainty, her desperation, her passion, as well as her

Katherine pulled the chicken breasts she had been thawing all day out of the fridge just as Tim burst into the kitchen. “Mom, can I go to Oliver's house to play with legos?” he asked. She gave him a quick smile. “Sure. But not now, dear. After you have eaten.” “Okay!” Tim called as he dashed back into the living room. “We can, but not yet” she heard him say, and she couldn’t help but smile. She pulled a knife from the butcher block holder and started slicing. Jensen flashed into her head and she put the knife down. She didn’t want to accidentally cut her finger off if she wasn’t concentrating fully on what she was doing. She wasn’t sure what to make of this weirdness. It wasn’t just that getting involved with him was a bad idea—it was these strange feelings he aroused inside her. Making her acknowledge that she was a