Hunt looked like a man who had visited many woman's beds and knew exactly what to do in them.

“The baby woke up before you did. I took him to the other room to let you get a …”

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, even as he knew what he was about to do. “My God. Sorry—…”

“A well-read woman is a dangerous creature.”

“I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought…”