If it had only been “significant exothermic reactions,” he really was cute, or even just serious s*x, he really was that handsome, revving their motors into high gear for a while, she’d have been okay with it.
But it wasn’t.
Deborah had been serious about only one man. But Henry Jones, on the very night she’d expected a proposal, had informed her that he wasn’t the sort to wait at home for her while she went to sea. That had been the single hardest decision of her life, choosing the military career. Henry had found himself a comfortable wife who aspired to children and a husband who came home every night. He owned a small chain of fast-food franchises and his wife did the bookkeeping.
So not her.
Which meant Professor Roy Wilkinson wasn’t either.
But Deborah knew the feeling; deep d
