The kiss took her by surprise, but her heart seemed to know what to do before her head, leading her body and responding to the kiss with a sort of passion and eagerness that might have been natural when they were married. A palm was splayed on his chest, and her lips curled, even as her mind tried to sort of her conflicting emotions. She still had feeling for Happy. Feelings she'd tried to push back after their divorce, and which had bubbled to the surface unbidden far more frequently of late. There was Wade. Dear Wade. She was fairly certain by this point that they would make better friends then lovers, but the poor thing was so emotional, she wasn't sure how to broach the subject.