I’d missed being . . . myself. Kaine couldn’t know, but what he’d done for me this afternoon had broken the chains I’d wrapped around my heart these last few years. With each negative pregnancy test, I’d wrapped a chain. With the test results from our fertility doctor, I’d added a lock to the chains. When Adam had admitted to kissing his costar, I’d added an anchor. Those chains had become a shield, one I’d retreated behind years ago. Slowly, I was casting them away.
