Chapters (62)
- Cover
- Half Title Page
- Books by Katie Powner
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Ads
- Back Cover
“Okay.” She wiped her nose with a napkin. “I guess now we wait for the tests.”
Jeremy gave her a reassuring nod and pushed back from the table. “Since there’s nothing we can do about it until then, I think it’s time for your surprise.”
Bea sat up a little straighter. “What is it?”
He made a goofy face and opened the fridge. As he reached inside and grabbed ahold of something Bea couldn’t see, the freezer-side door spit a handful of ice cubes onto the floor.
Bea gave her dad a look. “I thought you fixed that.”
“I tried.”
“May I present to you, my lady”—Jeremy spun around, one hand holding a white box and the other hidden behind him—“chicken and veggie lo mein from Hong Kong City.”
“Ooh!” She grinned. “My favorite.”
“And . . .” He pulled another box from behind his back. “A pumpkin, chocolate-chip cheesecake from Bighorn Bakery.”
It was the most beautiful cake she’d ever seen. If she’d been the swooning type, she would’ve fainted from joy right then and there. Oh, Jeremy.
She snuck a kiss on his cheek as he set the food in front of her on the table. “You’re the best.”
“You’re the best.” Pfft. The words rankled in Mitch’s brain as he lay awake in bed. He’d raised her, given her everything she ever needed or wanted, paid for her to move to Georgia and go to school, and all Jeremy had to do was give her a cheesecake, and he was the best? The kid couldn’t even drive a truck with manual transmission.
He growled. He wasn’t being fair. Daughters were meant to grow up and move on. Meant to give their hearts to another man and live a life apart from their fathers. He knew that. But he didn’t have to like it. The tune to Heartland’s “I Loved Her First” played in his mind. Boy, oh boy, did he feel that. And how had Jeremy paid for that food, anyway? With the money Bea had earned at the Food Farm?
Okay, okay, maybe Jeremy had made a little cash down at the Duncan place. But harvest was over.
Mitch turned to one side, then the other. This twin bed was not nearly as comfortable as his old queen. And he still hadn’t gotten used to sleeping alone. Two years might as well have been two days. He could still hear Caroline breathing in the night if he was quiet enough.
The words to “Sweet Caroline” replaced Heartland’s song, and Mitch grumbled to himself. He was never going to get any sleep at this rate. Then Marge’s face popped into his mind.
“Aargh.” He startled as if a boogeyman had jumped at him from the darkness.