The tea cup between her fingers clatters against the saucer before she can steady it. The sob catches in her throat before she has any idea what she's thinking or feeling. And before she figures it out, the tears are sliding down her cheeks and she's curling forward around her knees at the same time she's pulling them back up with her to the couch.

It's stupid. Fucking stupid. Her hormones have to be out of whack. It has to be. Because she should be punching Declan as hard as she can and telling him not even to think about it because they're not doing that. She's never doing that. And she's sure as fuck not doing that on this island where she could disappear and leave her baby behind. Again. But instead she's curled as tight as she can around her middle just to make the whole thing stop hurting. And it's not working. It's not working even a little bit.