Wanted by Her Lost Love

She forced herself to consider her alternatives.This time she wasn’t fleeing on ragged impulsewithout caring which way the wind blew her. No, shewould come up with a solid plan of action. She’d gosomeplace quiet and safe—a good place to raiseher son or daughter.“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”Ryan’s voice came from the door. She startedguiltily and finally raised her eyes to his. Angrybecause she allowed herself to feel guilt even for asecond, she hardened her gaze as she stared backat him.“There’s no reason for me to stay.”“Come with me into the living room,” he said,holding his hand out to her. For a long moment shesimply stared at his outstretched hand. She shouldrefuse, but something in his voice made her complyand she slipped her hand into his much larger one.He pulled her up from the bed and led her into theliving room.Sitting on the couch, he pulled her down besidehim. He ran an agitated hand through his hair. “I’vebeen an ass and I’m sorry. You’re in no condition tobear this stress and pressure and I’ve only added to