LOGINCharli's head went back and forth. "No shows. This is real." I smoothed her beautiful hair away from her face. "I think that means there isn't time for any pain medicine." "I-I don't know if I can do this." "Trust me, princess. You can do anything." Her eyes closed. "Doctor, it's so fast. Is it
After the New Year Nox "Dad, are you sure it isn't time for you to go back to London or maybe Savannah?" "You're stuck with us until our grandson arrives," Oren said with a grin. I eyed him up and down. "I do admit, this family-man thing is looking good on you." "I know...I should have tried it
She winked as her cheeks rose. "No need to talk about that anymore, Miss Adelaide. Now, let's go out there to the pool house and watch little miss open her presents. I've been out there. Lord a mighty! Santa definitely made it. I'd say he needed a backup sleigh for all them presents." "Remember, he
Christmas Morning Adelaide "Something smells wonderful," Oren said as we made our way down the stairs and toward the kitchen. "I have your coffee poured, and the calzones are almost ready," Silvia said. "Silvia," I said, taking in the counter filled with sweets. "You always outdo yourself." She
Guilty of murder exercising malice and aforethought. His sentence was for life with no possibility of parole. Over time the association with Montague faded away. Despite my grandfather's antiquated way of thinking, he had built a company that fostered success. As other headlines took precedence, t
Angi tilted her little head. "But when you were little, you lived at Grandma and Grandpa's big house. It doesn't snow there. Did you still get Christmas miracles?" "Baby, you're my miracle." She reached out and laid her small hand on my tummy. "And my baby brother, too?" "That's right." "So Sant
Nox was a piece of my history, my past, and I had come to terms with that. In a way, that made him better. We'd never have a first real fight. We'd never betray one another or end up in a sad relationship like my mother and Alton. Nox would always and forever be my prince.Thinking about him was bet
Present"Forget them, all of them," Chelsea said, her voice coming through my phone loud and clear.Sitting cross-legged on the bed of my Savannah hotel room, I shook my head. I knew I was in Georgia, and she was in California so I knew she couldn't see me, but I needed to move. I needed to explain.
"Before we take off, can I get you anything to drink?" the way-too-perky flight attendant asked, placing napkins on the armrest between us. With a wink, she tapped my knee. "You know, honey, it's not that bright in here. You can take off your sunglasses.""My friend has sensitive eyes," Chelsea said
"I-I wish," I said through ragged breaths, "I wish this were another time and place. I wish this were longer than a week. I wish I could, but I can't."He squeezed my hand again. "I'm not asking—not because I don't want that. I do. I'm not asking because we both went into this with the same expectat







