He had not slept yet. He was still trying to figure out what his encounter with Kitty might signify. He had experienced a definite pull of attraction toward her last night, even before he’d known her identity. But her reappearance had completely thrown him off balance, and he’d spent the night thinking about the past endlessly. He’d lost someone dear to him when she’d married, and he could not stop the endless round of questions, why being the most frequently recurring.