Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Praise for the novels of
- Titles by Jennifer Probst
- Dedication
- Epigraphs
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- NOTE TO READER
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Readers Guide
- QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
- Excerpt from THE SECRET LOVE LETTERS OF OLIVIA MORETTI
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“Ah, family drama. Where would we be without it? I know what you mean, though. My youngest, Christy, was horrible to her mother. She was definitely a daddy’s girl and I spoiled her, sometimes to the detriment of my wife. They had a long struggle but became very close before my wife passed. I think time and Christy’s own experiences made a difference. It sounds to me like you’re already making progress here, especially with your daughter. Sometimes, our children forget we’re just people like them who make our own mistakes.”
It was true. Children seemed to put parents on a pedestal, just so they could knock them off in their teens. As time passed, we’d been ground into the dirt with no idea how we got there. But talking to Milton helped put some things into perspective. It was nice to share with someone who understood.
Soon, our glasses were empty, the moon had risen high in the sky, and a few hours had gone by.
I shook my head when I looked at my watch. “My goodness, I must go soon. Allegra is out, so I need to be back by eleven.”
“I’ve taken up your whole evening. I’m sorry—I’m usually not so bold, but there was something that pulled me toward you. I’ve enjoyed this.”
I smiled. “Me too. I’m glad you asked. Do you have your next adventure planned after this?”
“Yes, I’ve always wanted to see Paris. Look up at the Eiffel Tower, view the Mona Lisa, and put my feet on the ground of Normandy to remember World War II and our soldiers’ sacrifice.”
I gave a longing sigh. “That would be an amazing trip. I’ve had Ireland and Paris on my list to visit.”
“Then maybe you will join me.” His blue eyes sparkled behind his glasses. When the waiter came over with the check, he asked for paper and a pen and quickly began scribbling. “I’m going to give you my email address. I’m planning the trip in eight months. This tour company caters to singles, so it’s a nice group to travel with. Oh, I’m also on Facebook, where I post all my pictures of the kids and stuff.”
I laughed. “Well, it sounds amazing, but I’m not sure I can go to Paris.”