Chapters (29)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- 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
- Dear Readers
- About the Author
“I’ll be calling my lawyer tomorrow to file a motion for supervised visits only,” Lily threatened.
“Don’t bother,” Victoria said. “Save what few pennies you have. If I wanted those kids, I’d have them in less time than it takes me to snap my fingers, but I don’t want them and never will. Wyatt knew what he was giving up when he married me, so you won’t be hearing from him again.”
Another long silence. When Lily looked at her phone, the call had ended, again. Red-hot, searing anger filled her heart and soul. She wished she had Victoria by the throat, squeezing until the woman turned blue. Wyatt should simply be shot for letting her control him. She threw a hand over her eyes, but the throbbing pain in her head wouldn’t stop. If she didn’t get ahold of herself, she’d stroke right out. Then Wyatt would get immediate custody of her children. She took several deep breaths and let them out slowly until she stopped seeing red spots, and then she shut her eyes and imagined that she was somewhere on top of a mountain. Snow covered the ground, and there was Mack coming toward her.
“You all right?” Mack sat down beside her. “Braden is back in bed, but your face is red as fire.”
“Victoria says that Wyatt will never call again. I feel bad for the kids,” she whispered.
“It will all work out.” Mack laid a hand on her shoulder.
“I hope so,” Lily said. “Thank you for everything tonight, Mack.”
“Hey, we’re a family.” He grinned.
“I guess we are.” She smiled back at him.
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Lily woke on Saturday morning to find Holly snuggled up to her right side and Braden on her left. What she thought was her alarm clock making the noise on the nightstand turned out to be her phone. She reached over Holly and answered with a sleepy “Hello.”
“This is Sally, and I’ve got this big favor to ask. Can you possibly keep the shop until right after lunch? There’s a huge estate sale at the north edge of San Antonio, and I would love to go,” she said.
“Of course.” Lily yawned. “All right if I open at nine?”
“That’s great,” Sally answered. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, and thanks. You’re the best.”
“What?” Holly sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“I’ve got to go to work this morning. Want to go with me?” Lily asked.
“Yes!” Holly bounded out of bed. “I’ll get dressed and put on my makeup.”