Chapter 34

Amy regained her wits as she did her breath—slowly. The warm weight of Riley Sinclair anchored her where she lay. Was he the anchor she’d been

seeking all her life? The person with whom she could put down roots?

Her heart, so recently slowed to normal, gave a leap. She wouldn’t make the mistake she’d seen so many of her friends make, that of thinking one night of good sex—okay, mind-numbing sex—meant happily ever after.

She tightened her arms around Riley’s shoulders, still not sure of her own emotions, let alone his.

“You’re thinking too hard.” She gave a start. “What?”

He pushed himself up onto his forearms and cradled her face in his hands. “I guess I know you better than I thought. Right now you’re trying to decide if this means we know what we’re doing.”

“Home builder, child rearer and now mind reader?” She ran her hands up and down his arms. “Or are you thinking the same thing?”

“I won’t be capable of rational thought for a while yet.”

She smiled and stared at his chin to avoid