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to come in and tear her world apart. Intoxicating kisses and magical orgasms aside, she had to do the right thing for the long run.
    She poured herself into the shower and turned the heat up as hot as she could handle. The headache from the previous night’s overindulgence had faded, exchanged for the dull ache of stress. She soaped her body, trying to ignore the tenderness between her legs from where he’d rubbed her to an orgasm. It was too easy to slip her fingers over the sensitive skin and daydream about what Max would do to her when she had her clothes off, his fingers touching her more intimately. Stoking and sliding over her skin…
    Dammit, no. She would not fantasize thinking about Maxwell Turner. Tasha forced her hands away from her sex and did the fastest wash ever of her breasts, the tightness of her nipples taunting her.
    Even when he was nowhere in the room, Max tormented her.
    She dried herself, rough with the towel, then yanked on track pants and a T-shirt before stomping to the kitchen.
    He had proposed to her.
    Three glasses of water and an orange juice later, Natasha sat on her balcony in the sun, her eyes closed. Every deep breath she took in she mentally wrapped up one of her concerns and breathed it out. She needed to make a decision, but totally uptight and upset wasn’t the way to go into anything.
    She grabbed the notepad from the chair beside her and started another list.
    He’d given her three reasons for them to be together. She listed them, neatly, in order. Made two columns to the right of each with room for pros and cons. There was no way to get to the bottom of this without some solid information. Knowing Max, if she phoned him right now he’d insist on far more than a simple yes or no. He’d want to know why.
    She laughed in spite of the situation. Yeah, he’d said she knew him better than to simply say he was too young. He hadn’t been too young mentally since fifth grade. The damn man was borderline genius. She couldn’t accuse him of not having thought out all the angles.
    Tasha blew out a long slow breath. Fine, then it was only right she do the same thing. She’d gone through this before when she’d made the decision to become a single mom. Once more wouldn’t hurt.
    The first item seemed the easiest, and safest, to deal with.
    #1. Having a baby w/ Junior
    Pros-
    The words he’d shouted at her in the house made her smile. Colic and diapers. She had to admit she liked that he wasn’t afraid to speak plainly to her.
    She listed points under each category, everything she could think of. She winced as she wrote down financial security. She didn’t like to admit that was one area she’d been the most nervous about regarding being a single mom. Even after getting to the point she had a solid home business, and enough money put away for the immediate future, what if something happened to her? She’d have insurance, but still.
    #2. Having a baby with the extended Turner family around
    Oh man. The lists grew fuller, on both the pro and con sides. Her family was a write-off. Her dad had disappeared a long time ago, and her mom was too busy with her own life on the other side of the country to give a damn. Tasha had settled on the west coast. She’d been friends with Lila for years, and Max was right, she’d attended more Turner-clan gatherings than she could count. The joys and downfalls of a large extended family were not a mystery to her. There were always willing hands to cuddle babies, wipe noses and read stories.
    There were also tons of unasked-for opinions offered regarding personal issues. She swirled the glass of juice she’d refilled, watching the ice cubes spin in the bright liquid. Her privacy wasn’t so important that the thought of the family scared her away, but there was something to be said about not having everyone in town know everything about your business.
    #3. A long-term relationship, by choice, with Maxwell.
    Tasha put down the pen. She wasn’t willing