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married. It was just a joke. It wouldn’t even solve anything, because Angel’s mother could show up at any time. Today, even. Or tomorrow—”
    â€œAnd maybe she won’t ever show. But even if she knocks on your door in a matter of hours, the courts wouldn’t just let her have the baby back. Isn’t that what you were just explaining? That it’s not automatic that the mother would get Angel back—not after abandoning her the way she did.” It wasn’t hard for Justin to fill in the blanks when Win’s fears were right in her eyes giving him easy clues what to say. “So no matter what, Angel is going to be ‘housed’ somewhere for a while—and that could be a long while. Long enough to make a difference in her life, if she’s in a good situation. Or a bad one.”
    â€œI know, I know. That’s exactly what’s driving me crazy.” She scraped a hand through her hair, making thecurls spring up in tufts. She faced him, her eyes so fierce. Soft-fierce. “I can’t stand worrying that she’d be put in a bad place for her. All I really want is to be able to take care of her until we know for sure what’s what in her life. I know that I’ll love her. And that almost anything’s better than being thrown into the limbo of foster care. The overcrowding. The never knowing how long you can stay in one place or another. I can’t stand it. I know that’s irrational and emotional and stupid, but I’ve been there, Justin. And I hate it that that could happen to Angel, to this baby. I know it’s nuts, I—”
    â€œWin, I don’t really give a damn if it’s nuts or not. If I understood what you told me earlier, they’d consider you for temporary guardian, if you were married. Is that true or not true?”
    â€œTrue. Actually, it’s true that they would consider me anyway—but I’d almost certainly get turned down right now. I don’t know of any circumstances where a single woman’s been allowed to foster. Not here. It’s always a two-parent family—”
    â€œSo let’s get married.”
    She tried to answer and ended up sputtering on another bubble of laughter. She laughed harder. Then quit. Then hiccuped.
    He’d never seen Winona undone before. Had no idea she could be—at least by him.
    When he lifted a hand, he knew he intended to kiss her. When his fingers touched her cheek, pushed back, so gently, into her hair, cupping her head toward him…he knew what he was doing then, too. Sort of. He sure as hell knew how to kiss a woman.
    But he’d never kissed Winona before. Any kind of kiss. Any way. Possibly because he’d known that even one small kiss was never going to be simple. Not with her. Not for him.
    She wasn’t expecting the kiss, because her forehead puckered in a frown and her eyes widened in surprise and confusion when he kept coming closer. But when his fingerslaced in her hair, she didn’t move. When his mouth honed in on hers, she didn’t pull away. She went as still as a statue.
    But nothing about Win resembled a cold statue. She tasted fragile. Soft. Warm. Alluring.
    She made a small sound when his mouth touched hers, tasted, came back for more. Win rarely wore perfumes, yet he suddenly felt surrounded by her scents. Her tongue still carried the echo of the vanilla cappuccino he’d made her. Her hair was a tumble of springy, unruly curls, threaded with that hint of strawberry shampoo she used. And she was always slathering cream on her face and hands because her skin was so dry, and that was the other scent. Almonds. Vanilla. Strawberry. All edible stuff.
    Like her.
    She made another sound, and her fingers suddenly clutched his arm, as if to push him away. Only she didn’t push him away, and beneath his mouth, her lips were suddenly moving, trembling like a whisper, her eyelashes swooshing down as if the light in the