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Chapters (55)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Content
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Epilogue
  55. Also by Laura Branchflower

The boys carried most of the conversation over dinner, excitedly discussing the game and an upcoming school dance, but Nick was relaxed, and if he was bothered by the kiss, it wasn’t evident in his friendly demeanor.

“Mom?” Logan turned to Lina halfway through the drive home. “Were you and Dad kissing on the sideline? Brian said he saw you.”

Lina squeezed the steering wheel, continuing to concentrate on the road as she formulated a response “I kissed him goodbye before he left. Maybe he saw that.”

“Maybe,” he said, sounding unconvinced. “Are you—do you like him again?”

“I never stopped liking him. I just couldn’t get past what he did.”

“Do you think you might? Get past what he did?”

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “What would you think if I did?”

He shrugged. “It would be okay. It was kind of better when he lived with us, and it was weird going away without you. A lot of women come up to him, and Katie said eventually he’ll like one and then he’ll get married again.”

“Was he with any of them? I mean did he spend time with them?” She tried to keep her voice detached.

“No, he just hung out with us.”

“Hello? Earth to Lina,” Adele said the following day as they stood in the foyer of a house about to go on the market. “Where are you today?”

“I don’t know. I’m just…” Lina sighed. “I’m not happy.” Ever since she’d voiced the words to Diane, it was as if she’d given herself permission to feel the truth behind them.

“Since when? I thought you enjoyed working.”

“No, I do. I’m not talking about the job. I’m talking about my life. I’m busy and I love what I’m doing, and I love the kids, but I can’t shake this underlying discontent I have.”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” Adele said. “You should probably get back with him.” She picked up a vase. “Should this stay or go?”

“Wait—what?” Lina took the vase from Adele and set it back down. “Just like that? After months of wanting me to hate him, you want me to get back with him?”

“I never wanted you to hate him. You wanted to hate him, and I was supporting that decision, but it’s obvious you aren’t going to move on, so you may as well go back with him.”

“How long have you been feeling this way?”