Thorne stood under the steaming spray of the shower, trying and failing not to think about Nancy. She was his co-worker, she was a widow still dedicated to her deceased husband, and she was a mother. He listed reasons he shouldn’t be thinking about her the way he was, but nothing seemed to help.
He’d thought she was attractive dressed for school, cute when she’d been casual but still at a school event, but today when he’d found her at the park, dressed down to play with the kids, he’d found it hard to keep from reacting. It had been all he could do to keep from embarrassing himself while he wore the thick cotton pants that would have made his reaction all the more obvious.
Now, when he didn’t have to hide his reaction he should have let his imagination run wild, but it seemed wrong. Not
