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Books by Becky Wade

My Stubborn Heart

THE PORTER FAMILY NOVELS

Undeniably Yours

Meant to Be Mine

A Love Like Ours

Her One and Only

A BRADFORD SISTERS ROMANCE

True to You

Falling for You

Sweet on You

A MISTY RIVER ROMANCE

Stay with Me

Let It Be Me

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© 2021 by Rebecca C. Wade

Published by Bethany House Publishers

11400 Hampshire Avenue South

Bloomington, Minnesota 55438

Bethany House Publishers is a division of

Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan

Ebook edition created 2021

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.

ISBN 978-1-4934-2522-8

Scripture quotations are from The Holy Bible, English Standard Version® (ESV®), copyright © 2001 by Crossway, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved. ESV Text Edition: 2016

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Cover design by Jennifer Parker

Cover photography by Aimee Christenson

Author represented by Linda Kruger

Dedication

For the Lord God Almighty.

You have faithfully called and equipped me
to write year after year. Thank you for allowing me,
with each novel, a fresh chance to “fix my eyes
on the author and perfecter of my faith.”
Partnering with you in this work
has been one of the greatest joys
and privileges of my life.

CHAPTER ONE

Mom and Dad are not my biological parents.

Leah Joanna Montgomery blinked slowly, then squinted at the DNA test results displayed on her computer screen, straining to digest the information displayed there. But no. She couldn’t digest it. The very fast brain she’d relied on all her life was currently sitting in the corner, immobilized by shock, sucking its thumb.

Mom and Dad are not my parents? A metaphorical ghost reached past her skin and squeezed her organs in a cold, tight fist.

How could Mom and Dad not be her parents? She was twenty-eight years old, and this was the first time that any entity, human or computer, had given her a reason to think that they weren’t—

“Do we have any snacks?”

Leah startled at the question and jerked her head up. Her seventeen-year-old brother, Dylan, had made an unusual excursion from his room and was standing very near the dining room table where she sat.

“Earth to Leah.” It was what he said every time he discovered that she’d gotten lost in her own mind.