I just picked it up. But I don’t mind reading while I’m getting warm.”“It’s rather a coincidence, you know,” I said.“How so?” he asked...“As it happens, I wrote that book.”“I know,” he said, flashing me a winning smile. “Your photo is on the jacket. I read that far while I was standing at the shelf. I took the book from the shelf because of the title, but I kept it for reading because of your photo on the jacket, Mr. Winthrop.”So, now he knew my name. He’d gotten that off the book too. Somehow. She was never going to get to sleep. Maybe a glass of warm milk would help, she thought.Mind made up, Kristin climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. As she passed the door to her mother's room, she heard a rhythmic squeaking and a low-pitched moan.Kristin was worried about the moan. Was her mother in pain? She peered through the space left by the slightly ajar door - and was shocked by what she saw.Her mother was on her hands and knees on the bed, and Kristin's Uncle Nick - her mother's. When I heard she had three k**s, my interest was aroused.I told Rosa that I would have to see her k**s before I made such an important decision. I made an appointment for the next afternoon. When she arrived and ushered in her c***dren, I decided to hire her before I was introduced. They were beautiful. All three daughters were presented to me. They were clean and well behaved. Polite and shy. Their clothes were worn but washed and ironed. They were obviously well cared for. They shook. True, I hadn't actually asked Adrienne to marry me right then and there, but I HAD more or less asked her to start down that path with me.With all of Adrienne's commitment issues, the gold band sliding around her finger must have felt like a prison chain.Brandi summed it up. "Adrienne doesn't want to settle down with you, Ben. That girl adores you, but she's not the settling down type. Not right now at least. She's too ... well... unsettled."I sighed. I knew it. Dawn had known it last night,.