Intimate Secrets (The Love and Danger Series) by Elizabeth Lennox Page B

important as a baby was at stake, they should have calmed down and figured things out more rationally.   Every other time, all other conversations and communications had been easy between them.  She could say anything to him and he would understand, almost anticipate what she was saying.  Unfortunately, the most important conversation they had, the time when they should have exerted all of their energies towards trying to communicate clearly and fairly, and they’d both failed.  Miserably. 
    But at the time, she’d been too scared to deal with reasonable thoughts and courtesies.  Which, she acknowledged, had only increased her terror because she’d gotten things so wrong.  So so very wrong! 
    Amy rolled over again.  Her eyes felt like sandpaper but every time she closed her eyes, she couldn’t latch on to the elusive sleep.  She should really give Walker the bed.  It wasn’t like she was actually using it.
    But the idea of going downstairs again, of seeing the man she’d dreamed about so many nights while nurturing their daughter, and even after Lilly was born …she was still scared.  Too many times Amy had woken up in a sweat with the sheets tangled around her legs with an aching need for Walker’s touch. 
    Shaking her head, she dismissed those ideas.  She was a mother now.  Lilly came first.  She couldn’t have an affair with Walker again.  It was too dangerous.  They’d never been able to control themselves before and they had Lilly to think about now. 
    Amy groaned, wishing her body would listen to her mind.  Just knowing that the man was steps away made her whole body come alive.  The anger and resentment was still there.  She needed answers, clarification.  But that was her mind.  Her body didn’t care about clarification.  Her body just wanted him.  Her body remembered the way he would touch her, demand more of her than she thought she could give and when she gave it to him, he would give her so much more. 
    She groaned again, her eyes probably going cross-eyed as the memories of how hot she’d always gotten when he stepped through her door or when she’d been brave enough to go to his house.  She’d preferred being here at her place, feeling more secure.  There was just something different about being at his house.  The crazy passion between them seemed somehow less insane when she was on her own turf. 
    She almost cried when the sun started creeping up over the horizon.  She didn’t want morning to arrive.  That meant she would have to see Walker.  To face him again.  She buried her head under the pillow, wishing that she could just ignore the day.  Pretend she didn’t have any responsibilities. 
    But then Lilly started cooing and Amy knew that the day wasn’t going to grant her those wishes.  The sun would rise and the world would continue moving, despite her need for a pause so she could catch her breath. 
    Amy walked into Lilly’s room, a smile forming on her face as she saw Lilly pushing herself up with her hands.  Lilly was strong enough to roll herself over and back and the little lady rolle d onto her back gain, her tiny arms and legs wiggling in the air with excitement at seeing her mother. 
    “Good morning, little one,” Amy said softly, not wanting to wake Walker up too early.  
    “Is she okay?” Walker’s deep voice asked from the doorway.
    Amy’s head jerked around, her mouth going dry when she saw Walker standing in the doorway clad only in his jeans.  His magnificent chest, covered with rippling muscles and a light coating of chest hair glistening in the early morning light. 
    Lilly wasn’t willing to let Amy get away with a full look.  Her cries for assistance brought Amy’s attention back to her daughter. 
    “She’s fine,” Amy replied, her voice croaking as she lifted Lilly into her arms.  “She just gets up early.  Usually before my alarm clock.”  Amy settled Lilly onto the small changing table, unzipping the fleece