But, she thought, as she pulled herself back together, the sound of Sebastian’s muted conversation low in the background, this time the interruption hadn’t come too late, after things had already been said and done that couldn’t be taken back. He had saved them from repeating that folly at least.
The last thing that she and Sebastian needed was to be intimate again.
They needed to sit down and have some serious conversations. They needed to hammer out their plan for parenting together.
The combustible attraction between them had only increased, but it would only burn them both. That was more clear than ever.
And none of that talking was going to happen in his sumptuous library. The two of them needed a less sensual space, a place where they wouldn’t be tempted to explore anything other than the future of their child.
So, rather than wait for him to finish his business on the phone, Jenna gestured to excuse herself, ignored his motion to stay and made her way back to the kitchen to wait for him.
In a kitchen, with space between them, they would surely be able to talk.