When Arabella had talked to Summer, she’d told her that it was as June
 
 said, a split-second decision that neither of them had thought about
 
 beforehand and if they had, it wouldn’t have happened, and that she did
 
 take her job seriously and didn’t want to jeopardize it. She wanted Summer
 
 to believe that she was sincerely sorry for everything she’d done in high
 
 school, and as a result, she’d promised that s
 
 he’d keep her distance, be
 
 respectful, and do nothing to undermine or hurt June again.
 
 She very much wanted to keep that promise, but it was hard not to feel
 
 tiny flames start to lick at her insides when June looked at her the way she
 
 was doing now. It was clear to Arabella that June didn’t know she was
 
 looking at her in any such way. She probably had no idea that her eyes were
 
 so dark and smoldering, or that her face had a slightly pained expression
 
 when she looked at Sky.
 
 It was suddenly quite clear that June didn’t just like children, she wanted
 
 children of her own. That thought twisted up Arabella’s insides. She smiled
 
 at Sky, but it was hard for her to catch her breath.
 
 “Oh! Hey!” Beth breezed back into her office suddenly, and Arabella let
 
 out a small sigh of relief. Sky imitated her, which made her smile adoringly
 
 at the baby. “Sorry, I forgot about our meeting. I mean, I didn’t forget, but I
 
 kind of forgot. I was a tad distracted.” She indicated Sky, who grabbed at
 
 Arabella’s chin when she leaned in for another raspberry.
 
 “That’s fine,” June said, but her voice was huskier.
 
 Or maybe Arabella was just imagining that.
 
 “I can take her back,” Beth said, holding out her arms. She’d actually
 
 succeeded in cleaning her blouse quite well.
 
 “If you have a meeting, I could watch her in my office,” Arabella said. “I
 
 wouldn’t mind.”
 
 “Really?” Beth asked.
 
 “Really?” June echoed.