If she didn't hurry she was going to be late picking the twins up again, Tara acknowledged, glancing in resignation at the heavy-duty watch which looked so incongruous against the fragility of her wrist.
Because I'm so happy, she told him simply, and responded joyously to his murmured, Show me.
She had weathered life's storms alone. Tara had been only seventeen when she'd given herself to James. She had borne him twins in secret, inventing a short-lived marriage to protect her fatherless children and to hide her shame. The years had brought Tara added wisdom, though time hadn't dulled the pain of James' rejection or the aching pleasure in their remembered passion. Meeting him again was a shock, but Tara was determined never to let him know the price she had paid in silence for her first and only love.