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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Books by Katie Powner
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Dedication
  7. ONE
  8. TWO
  9. THREE
  10. FOUR
  11. FIVE
  12. SIX
  13. SEVEN
  14. EIGHT
  15. NINE
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. TWENTY
  27. TWENTY-ONE
  28. TWENTY-TWO
  29. TWENTY-THREE
  30. TWENTY-FOUR
  31. TWENTY-FIVE
  32. TWENTY-SIX
  33. TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. TWENTY-NINE
  36. THIRTY
  37. THIRTY-ONE
  38. THIRTY-TWO
  39. THIRTY-THREE
  40. THIRTY-FOUR
  41. THIRTY-FIVE
  42. THIRTY-SIX
  43. THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. THIRTY-NINE
  46. FORTY
  47. FORTY-ONE
  48. FORTY-TWO
  49. FORTY-THREE
  50. FORTY-FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author
  61. Back Ads
  62. Back Cover

Huh. She hadn’t seen Big Ben in ages. How had the Duncans managed to wrangle him into working the belt?

Ask him about the time there was a moose in his bedroom.

?!?! Will do! Don’t forget about the doctor.

She slipped her phone back into her pocket without responding. Don’t forget? Ha. As if she could think of anything else but the child inside her every minute of every day.

The curious and charming face of Amber’s baby popped into her mind for the hundredth time since last Friday, and she found her hand resting on her belly again. She dropped it. What would her baby look like? More like her or more like Jeremy? Her heart pounded just thinking about it. Was something wrong with her?

She opened another produce box and swallowed. A lump formed in her throat, and tears pricked her eyes.

Baby carrots.

She was crying over a vegetable.

Yep. Something was definitely wrong.

THIRTEEN

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My whole body is shaking. The utter humiliation of it all. That my own husband and son would trick me into the truck. Drag me here. Talk with some quack as if I were a child. I could spit. I could just spit.

Wait until Caroline hears about this.

I dig my fingernails into my arm. The truck keys are in Mitch’s coat pocket. I saw him put them there. He’s so deep in conversation with Dr. What’s-His-Name that I could grab them and be halfway to the parking lot before anyone noticed.

Mitch sees me move. “Mom, what are you doing?”

Anger seethes beneath every inch of my skin, but his face is so concerned. His tone of voice is so concerned.

“Nothing,” I snap.

Mitch turns back to Dr. What’s-His-Name, and I study Rand’s face. Had this been his idea? Or Mitch’s? As if I don’t know who the president is. Or Mitch’s phone number. Such stupid questions to ask. Even if I didn’t know, who cares? We’ll have a new president in a year or so, anyway. And if that man pokes me one more time, I will bite him.

I swear I will.

What I really don’t understand is why Rand would tell this man such lies about me. Rand. The man I’ve loved since I was no more than a girl. The man who brings home handfuls of wild sunflowers to leave in a jar on the table. The man who saved me from . . . well, from myself.

No, not Caroline. Beatrice. Caroline is gone.

Oh, God, help me.