Chapters (241)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
- 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
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- sixty-one
- epilogue
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
- Prologue
- 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
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- epilogue
- Sean Donovan
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Visalia and Santa Rosa Families—1876
- 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
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
- prologue
- 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
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- epilogue
- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
His hold was almost crushing her, but Charlie didnt resist. After a few moments she sighed, It was all a long time ago. She sounded very reasonable. You are really too sensitive, you know, and I dont know what Im going to do with you.
Sean didnt answer. He pressed his lips to her forehead and his arms tightened slightly. Charlie turned her head to look up into his face, glad that she was once again without her hat. Seans eyes traveled caressingly over her features and emotions flooded through him, ranging from fierce protectiveness to tender desire.
He realized in that instant that he was truly in love with this woman. He ached to declare his love for her, but a tiny fear of rejection lingered in his mind. The desire to kiss her was overpowering, and almost of its own volition his head began to lower. His lips were just a breath away from Charlies when a knock sounded at the front door.
Sean drew back reluctantly. He rose from the sofa, but the look of longing on his wifes face made him sit back down and reach for her. The knock sounded again.
Later, Sean said in a strained voice as he once again pulled away. Well finish this later.
The sun was still casting an orange glow in the sky as Sean answered the summons at the door. There wasnt much light, and the man at the door was now a stranger, but Sean knew him. His face was older, and he looked thinner than the boy of 14 remembered, but Sean would have known his father anywhere.
twenty-nine
Patrick felt as if the air had been knocked from his body at the sight of his son. He had left a frightened 14-year-old boy and come back to find a man, strong of limb and features. In fact, he felt like he was looking at a younger version of himself.
Hello, Sean. The older man spoke softly.
Sean was silent as he moved back and held the door for his father to enter. Patrick stepped across the threshold and stood with his hat in his hand. Sean made no move to touch him, and the two men stood in the lantern light eyeing one another. Sean wished he could say just one of the things he had rehearsed while he waited for this man. Patrick was also quiet, not wanting to say anything that might drive an even bigger wedge between them.
Charlie, curious about the silence in the kitchen, came from the living room and stood beside her husband. Patricks gaze swung to the small redhead and he smiled in relief.
You must be Charlotte? he guessed. Setting his small bag down, Patrick held out his hand. Charlie was quick to offer her hand to this stranger, having weighed the situation up in an instant. Im Patrick Donovan, Seans father.
Its nice to meet you, Charlie offered sincerely.