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to add to either the pro or con list right now. It was as if writing it in ink that would make it more real.
    Was he someone she’d choose to be with?
    Physically, there was nothing but dynamite between them. He’d proved that without a shadow of a doubt, her sex aching even now when she remembered his commanding touch. No, there would be hesitation when it came to writing that down as a positive. On the negative side—how long would it last? She’d done her best to stay in shape, but she was thirty-four. She planned on a having a baby. Would there be the same physical fireworks a year or two down the road? She couldn’t count on it, not as a positive, and suddenly the current overwhelming attraction between them seemed less important in the big scheme of things.
    Mentally—that was the one area she couldn’t think of a single downfall. Max was smart, probably smarter than she was. Yet he wasn’t mean about it like some people she knew who felt the need to rub in their superiority at every opportunity. He worked with others easily, and in that typical Turner style, he supported his family by finding ways to make their lives easier by using his brain.
    Gack . Even thinking about it made him sound like some sort of incredible epitome of manhood who she’d be crazy to think about turning down.
    The con side taunted her. It wasn’t so much him, as his sex. A long-term relationship. What exactly did that mean to a twenty-four-year-old? She’d dated thirty-year-olds whose idea of forever was “until they spotted a better looking pair of legs”. Coming home to find her partner in bed with another woman—not something she ever wanted to experience again. Being neglected, or having a new job in a new location chosen over her? Maybe she had the shittiest luck in who she’d gotten involved with over the years, but frankly her track record with guys was miserable.
    Maybe it wasn’t the guys’ fault, maybe it was her. Hell, even in her own tiny family of origin she saw no indication she could be loved long term.
    She knew she’d be there for a child, unconditionally, and forever. A devoted family of two wasn’t a terrible thing to plan to achieve. Maybe it would be more physically challenging, and emotionally, she’d have to go it alone. But she was certain having someone bounce in and out of her child’s life was potentially much worse than never having daddy figure at all.
    Tasha gave up. She put on her sneakers and headed out the door for a long, hard run. If nothing else, it would force the remaining alcohol out of her system. This coming week, no matter what she decided, she was going to move ahead with the baby making.
    The question still remained whether or not Maxwell would be involved.

Chapter Five
    Three days. Max flicked between computer screens, his edginess filtering out through his fingers. Three restless, incredibly long days—they each felt far longer than the standard twenty-four-hour period—and she still hadn’t made up her mind. Max was caught somewhere between demanding an answer and waiting that one more day in case one wrong move would turn a potential yes into a no.
    He’d seen her the day after he’d proposed. Stopped by her apartment first thing in the morning with a fresh herbal tea and a fruit smoothie. Tasha had been dressed but still sleepy eyed and soft looking, and he’d wanted to jump her right there.
    She’d taken both his offerings with a nod, then ordered him to get his ass out and wait for her to call him. Her forceful response had made him smile—he’d put her out of kilter, had he? Of course, there were other ways to stay in contact. She’d said nothing about email.
    But as the day passed, the urge to ignore her command and simply show up at her office increased, and he had to forcibly ignore it. The idea of sending flowers? He’d love to, but that kind of overture was romantic, and she wasn’t looking for romance, she was looking for a forever friend. If he was going