Chapters (67)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- About the Author
- Booklist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
Gabriel pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his huge arms around her. “You’re getting way too ahead of yourself now. Hank will work it out, do what it takes to make it go away. That’s his job, remember?”
“What if he doesn’t, though? And what if this person decides to go public with these accusations—or worse, has proof of them? I’m finished.”
“Babe, stop.” Gabriel’s gaze was fixed intently on her. “Stop working yourself into a frenzy about this. Let Hank do what he does best and you do what you do best. Everything’s pretty much ready to go now. Take some of your own advice. Don’t worry about what might happen. Deal with right now. Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow, remember?”
Kim smiled weakly. “You really have a way with words, you know that?”
“What are you talking about? They’re your words.” Gabriel smiled and Kim’s heart almost broke in two.
She couldn’t admit now that there was some truth to this person’s claims. Not when Gabriel was essentially using what he thought were her own words to make her feel better.
“Anyway, it’s true. Don’t let this get to you. You can handle this. You’ve handled worse.”
“Have I? It doesn’t feel like it.”
“Yes, you have. And I’ve been there. Every day since I first met you I’ve watched you fight for what you want, fight for your passion. It’s what you do.”
“Why do I, though?” The question was involuntary. Even though it had been rolling around in her mind, Kim hadn’t intended to actually say it out loud. “Why is it so important?”
Gabriel was taken aback. “What kind of question is that? What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s not as though I set out to do this—be some kind of mindfulness expert. We both know I sort of just...fell into it, and it’s not like I have all the answers either. I struggle as much as the next person.”
“Which is exactly why you are so good at this. You’re relatable and down-to-earth, not some otherworldly Dalai Lama type. You’re just Kim, ‘warts ‘n’ all.’”
“You’re saying I have warts?” she laughed.
“I’m saying you’re just like everyone else. You have your good days and bad. This is just one of the bad ones and it’s inevitable given all you’ve had to do and think about these last few years. But it’ll be over soon and then you, me, and Lily can get back to being a proper family.”
Kim’s heart sank a little at his words. Could they ever be a proper family when she had no idea how to be a proper mother?
All she truly knew how to do was work, strive, and keep pushing for bigger and better things.