The sickening bump of wheels touching down on the tarmac once again woke me with a lurch, saving me from the rest of the very vivid dream—okay, very vivid memory—that already had my panties soaked and my breath coming in rapid pants.
But it faded quickly because I was sick to my stomach for an entirely different reason, and that was the fact that I’d purposely driven a big, fat wedge between myself and the father of my child.
The incredibly sexy, drool-worthy father of my child, who now thought I’d slept around after the night we spent together.
I was an ass. An utter, complete ass, and I deserved for him to hate me.
All I wanted to do was curl up in my bed to hide from the world and wallow in my misery. I peeked out the window, the sight of unfamiliar mountains in variegated shades of
