Something flickered in the deep, dark recesses of her being—an instinctual flutter at the confirmation her prospective mate could at least hold a baby without dropping him or running in the opposite direction. But that’s all it was, a faint flicker. Heather didn’t know if seeing him holding her new nephew should trigger some earth-shattering flood of maternal desire, but it didn’t. Her mother was going to be so disappointed that the arrival of Christina’s third child was having no more impact than the births of any of her other nieces of nephews. She was still every bit as certain as she’d always been that motherhood wasn’t for her.
God, she’s not even here and she’s in my head.
With a disgusted growl, Heather lurched out of the chair, swaying faintly with a rush of dizziness from the la
