I wipe his tears away, give him one last sweet smile, and walk away. I make it through the door before he calls, “Vivian?” I barely spin all the way around before he’s in front of me, staring down at me as if I were the only woman in the universe. He grabs me around the waist, pulls me in, and kisses me like the world’s about to end if he doesn’t. And with this kiss any and all doubts leave me.
This. This is where I belong. In this man’s arms. No more being lost. Or frightened. And if this isn’t love, I’ll never know what is. He pulls away, searching my eyes once more for the same thing he always has. When a smile stretches across that adorable face, and I can all but hear his soul sing, I think he’s found it at last. Me too. “I’m ready. Let’s go join our family.”
He slides his hand into mine and leads me out into the sunshine where the birds fly high and the breeze drifts on by. And damned if I’m not feeling good.
the end
acknowledgments
I have to thank the usual suspects.
First, my agent Sandy Lu. This one’s for you.
Thanks to the Beta Bunch: Jill Kardell, Susan Dowis, Ginny Dowis, Theresa Friedrich for their suggestions. I love you all.
Thanks to Terri Bischoff for agreeing to allow me to go down the road less traveled with this series. Also thanks to Connie Hill and everyone else at Midnight Ink for your continued support.
To the Prince William Public Library System and the Fairfax County Library Systems for giving me a place to work. I would never leave my house without you.
To all the bloggers who hosted me through the years. I hope you continue to let me grace your sites so I can hawk my books. May I never bore you or your readers.
Finally, to my father, who is nothing like the fathers in any of my books except that, without question, he would die for me. Thank you for sticking around, supporting me in every way possible, and building my self-confidence up. You may sometimes regret the last one, but it was all you and Mom. I love you both more than words can cover.
about the author
Jennifer Harlow (Manassas, VA) earned a BA from the University of Virginia in Psychology. Her eclectic work experience ranges from government investigator to radio DJ to lab assistant. Visit her website www.jenniferharlowbooks.com to read her blog, Tales From the Darkside; listen to the soundtrack to this book; and more.
Author photo by Bill Fitz-Patrick.
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