Chapter Eight
She really hadn’t thought he would go for it. And maybe allowing him three days was too much. Right then, though, she was feeling a bit reckless. Possibly she’d had too much wine, or possibly she was just doing her best to push back the inner turmoil those memories of Jack’s infertility had evoked. She’d been so sure they would have a family together, that they’d be able to have that special physical embodiment of their love. Because Jack wanted a family as much as she did, they’d started looking into alternatives. Even the most no-frills adoption would have cost them nearly twenty-five thousand dollars. They didn’t have that kind of money saved up. Not even a quarter that. And no one in either of their families had those sorts of disposable funds…even if Jillian or her husb
