บททั้งหมดของ Secrets of Wyoming: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

    There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late?    I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror.   What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. Out of the seven years of us being together, I can only remember his mother smiling at me twice. And neither were genuine.   I shake my head and force the pessimistic thoughts from my mind. That's not how I should be responding to this news. I should be happy! Overjoyed, even. "I can do this," I mumble before brushing my flyaways from my face.    I can be a mom. Maybe this baby is what we need. All we have been doing lately is fighting about everything, which isn't us...The fighting all started about the time he b

       It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom.   I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile.    "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes.   "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss.   He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panic

PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS IT HELPS MY STORIES!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE I CAN IMPROVE OR WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT. THANK YOU DANIEL POV (A few weeks before Samantha moves to Wyoming) "I don't care. I don't know why you insist on looking for a Layne spawn after all these years, but I told you before, and I will tell you again. Leave me out of it," I snarl before my fraternal town brother can say another word on the matter. I grab a hay bale and toss it effortlessly into the stall of my favorite gelding. Stanley follows me to the next stall, and I grind my teeth together. "Dan, stop! This is serious. This isn't like the old days when territories could transfer hands without humans knowing. The land is still in the Layne name. I had to make sure there wasn't a single living descendant before we could purchase it. Dad did have me go into law for a reason, you know. We have to keep shifters secret. You being a fucking hot-head isn't going to cut it," Stan snaps, and I freeze. My co

    "This place is beautiful," I whisper as Daniel pulls in front of a house similar to mine.    He gives me a broad smile before unbuckling his seatbelt...and mine.  "Not as nice as yours. I'm guessing you haven't checked out your barn," Daniel says before hopping out and heading around the front of the truck.    He opens my door, and I tilt my head curiously.    "There is a barn on my property," I ask, and he nods while offering me his hand.      I take it and get out, but my wheels are still turning.    "How do you know that," I ask, and he looks a little shocked by my question.    He grabs my bag from the floorboard and closes the door to the truck before answering me.    "We used to stay on that land. Mrs. Layne was over there by herself, so we tended the land and helped out," he replies while trying to seem distracted. 

SAMANTHA POV     Tracking down a bathroom in a huge unfamiliar house while trying to be as quiet as possible is hard.   I tried holding my weak morning bladder for as long as possible, but it's still only seven-thirty....much too early to wake up a house full of people playing gracious hosts.   My foot finds a squeaky spot on the floor, and I freeze. Damn... The sun isn't even up, and I'm going to wake up the whole house because my child has decided my bladder is its pillow.     After a few seconds of holding my breath and staying perfectly still, I take another cautious step forward. I shift my weight to avoid making the floor cry out again just as the closed-door I am creeping past opens.   A smirking gorgeous woman, and I lock eyes as my foot touches back down on the floor. After a moment of her staring at me in amusement, I strai