Pillows are behind my back and I'm nursing my hungry son. My nipples are sore, but I don't care. I crave this closeness and need the comfort it brings.

Part of me wishes I hadn't listened to Rack and Linc's conversation. I'm incredibly foolish when it comes to men. It never occurred to me that Rack was anyone other than who my brother wrote me about-a good, solid man. Now I'm back to square one-in too far over my head with no way out.

Rack doesn't believe I love him. Why ...