Chapter Twenty Nine

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