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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

“I’m not getting into this with you right now. I will talk to you when I get back.”

“I need to talk to you about a beginner’s astrology class Katie is interested in taking.”

“Mom, no. You know how we feel about that. I’m going to be late. I’ll talk to you when I get back.”

“It’s something she’s very interested in,” Alice insisted.

“I’m not sure how that’s possible, considering you aren’t supposed to be showing her any of that stuff, but I’m not getting into it right now. Phil is home, and I need to finish getting ready. Thanks again for taking care of the kids,” Lina said before ending the call.

“You’re not ready?” Phil asked. He looked pointedly at her open suitcase as he walked towards his wardrobe. “You said on the phone you were ready.”

“I’ll be ready before you finish changing,” she answered. “That was my mom. My father is going to be staying here with her this weekend. I think they’re a couple.”

Phil turned back to her. “We don’t even know him. I don’t want him staying in my house.”

“What do you think he’s going to do?”

“I have no idea,” he said shortly. “You don’t have a problem with him being around the kids?”

Lina considered the question. “No. Maybe it will be interesting for them.” She turned back to the suitcase on the bed. “He is their grandfather.”

“Your mom knows to stay in the guest room, right? I don’t want him in this room.”

“He’s a professor, Phil. Not a thief. But yes, my mom always stays in the guest room.”

“The man abandoned his family and isn’t fit to step in this house. If he’s still here when we get back, I’ll tell him that personally.”

The wedding was being held at the Inn at Little Washington in Washington, Virginia, a two-hour drive from Lina and Phil’s home in Maryland. Like Wayne and Diane, they decided to go up a day early to enjoy dinner at the Inn’s five-star restaurant and hopefully some quality time together away from children, computers and cell phones.

“The two of you seem normal, happy,” Diane commented when the men went out onto the balcony to enjoy cigars. They were in Lina and Phil’s private cottage where they’d come after dining together in the Main Inn.

“If I don’t think about her we are. I’m not sure how I’ll be tomorrow. I just can’t believe she’s coming, knowing I’ll be here.”

“It’s very nervy,” Diane agreed. “Just remember that it’s over, and he’s yours.”