Athena hesitated to speak, giving her mind and heart the space, the chance, to resist talking about these matters with Ewan; not minding her earlier thought that he deserved some of her truths because he had shared his.
But there was no resistance sponsored by her mind or heart. The organs were calm and collected. She was fully awake, no sleepy hormones affecting her moods or thoughts; her thoughts were clear.
Her gut offered no resistance either.
This little discovery came with a startling realization that, like her children, she had begun to trust Ewan—had begun to let down her guards again.
Athena drew in a soft, slow breath, her hand clutching her gown tightly again. Should she really let go?
She tweaked her head at an angle that would let her turn and look at Ewan. Her lips parted when she beheld his intense gaze, his beautiful gaze that caused her heart to somersault over and over again.
"Athena…"
