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 all
After the New YearNox"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 soon
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 MorningAdelaide"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 grin
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, the
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 Santa wi
I shook my head. “No, Oren. I never hated you.”He lowered his chin. “You should.”I lifted my hand, beckoning him closer. As we touched a renewed surge of energy zapped through me. “I didn’t hate you. I hated me. I told you to leave because I didn’t want you to waste your life with me, asking for w
“Ms. Montague?”I turned toward the woman’s voice.Was this heaven, what I’d prayed for? Had God finally granted my wish and changed my name in the process?Tears filled my eyes, spilling over onto my cheeks as both relief and grief swirled through me.If this was heaven, my life was over. I was dea
It wasn’t the reaction my body had been hoping for. I knew we were both tired, but having her naked body next to mine had an effect that my brain could do little to control.Instead of taking the woman I loved, I held her shoulders as they shuddered.“I love you.”She shook her head. “I’m so sorry.
Ghosts no longer registered. My father was no longer relevant. All that mattered was Charli—her swollen eyes, tearstained cheeks, and broken expression. The woman in the bed had her attention. That woman wasn’t someone taking my mom’s place: she was Charli’s mom.I was running on fumes. We all were.







