“Well, if you don’t like it, you’ll have time to get something else.”

Luke settled back in his seat, an empty coffee cup and plate between them.

“I guess I should get the boys back to Margaret’s, so you can have your house back and get to work.”

“Sarah, it’s about three in the morning. The boys are sleeping.”

She looked around the kitchen and at the dark windows. “Is it that early? Why are you having breakfast now? Are you going somewhere?”

“No, sweetheart. I’m up because you got out of bed and sleepwalked down here to make me breakfast.”

“What?” She’d done some bizarre things while sleepwalking.

“When you got out of bed, I followed you down here to be sure you didn’t go outside. You pushed me into this chair and proceeded to make breakfast. I thought you were hungry after sleeping so long, but you put the plate in front of me, folded your arms, and waited for me to dig in. Once I did, you got up on the table and went back to sleep. Breakfast was great, by the way. I love French toast and eggs.”

She couldn’t believe he’d been so thoughtful. “I can’t believe I slept so long.”

“My opinion: since you finished the Knox Project, your subconscious knew it was a good time to take a break.” Luke stood and stared down at her. “So let’s go back to bed.” He scooped her up into his arms and headed out of the kitchen to the stairs without giving her an opportunity to protest or think.

Luke took the stairs like her added weight didn’t faze him and stopped outside his bedroom door. He set her down, sighed with a wistful look at the bed, and took her hand and led her down the hall to one of the spare rooms. Luke pushed the door open, revealing the boys sound asleep together in the queen-size bed. Luke had brought the boys’ night-light from Margaret’s house, their toys littered the floor, and their clothes were stacked neatly on the dresser, their tiny shoes on the hardwood. He’d thought of everything.

She gave each of her sons a kiss on the head before she and Luke left the room.

Luke took her hand again and led her to his room.

She stopped and tugged on his hand. “Luke, I can’t sleep with you. What would the boys think?”

“Jack told me I needed to stay with you, that you needed lots of hugs.”

“Really?” Her heart melted that her little boy wanted Luke to take care of her. “They must be wondering what’s going on.”

“I promised them I would keep you safe. Jack said he liked sleeping with Nick, and that you always sleep alone, even his dad didn’t sleep with you. Odd that a wife doesn’t sleep with her husband. Then I remembered something you told me. You said I was the first man you’d kissed in five years. Nick is only four so that put Jack’s comment about his dad not sleeping with you in perspective. So, I’m going to ask you something. Did Sean love you? Because it’s obvious he wasn’t in love with you.”