Back Unbreakable: A Cloverleigh Farms Standalone
Chapters (57)
  1. Dedication
  2. Epigraph
  3. 1. Sylvia
  4. Sylvia
  5. 2. Henry
  6. Henry
  7. 3. Sylvia
  8. Sylvia
  9. 4. Henry
  10. Henry
  11. 5. Sylvia
  12. Sylvia
  13. 6. Henry
  14. Henry
  15. 7. Sylvia
  16. Sylvia
  17. 8. Henry
  18. Henry
  19. 9. Sylvia
  20. Sylvia
  21. 10. Henry
  22. Henry
  23. 11. Sylvia
  24. Sylvia
  25. 12. Henry
  26. Henry
  27. 13. Sylvia
  28. Sylvia
  29. 14. Henry
  30. Henry
  31. 15. Sylvia
  32. Sylvia
  33. 16. Henry
  34. Henry
  35. 17. Sylvia
  36. Sylvia
  37. 18. Sylvia
  38. Sylvia
  39. 19. Henry
  40. Henry
  41. 20. Sylvia
  42. Sylvia
  43. 21. Henry
  44. Henry
  45. 22. Sylvia
  46. Sylvia
  47. 23. Henry
  48. Henry
  49. 24. Sylvia
  50. Sylvia
  51. 25. Henry
  52. Henry
  53. Epilogue: Sylvia
  54. Also by Melanie Harlow
  55. Never Miss a Melanie Harlow Thing!
  56. Acknowledgments
  57. About the Author

“I did. But we’re not together anymore. I mean, we’re divorced.”

“Oh.” Whitney’s eyes moved back and forth between Sylvia and me, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“Then you should totally get a dog now,” Keaton said.

“Do you have kids?” Whitney asked.

I shook my head. “Just nieces and nephews, but they all live in other states.”

“Do you see them a lot?” Keaton asked.

“Not as much as I’d like,” I admitted, tugging my collar away from my neck. I was suddenly warm beneath my clothing. Whitney was staring at me pretty hard.

Not that I blamed her. She was old enough to wonder who the hell this guy was that her mother kept bringing home to dinner. I had to remind myself that we weren’t really doing anything wrong . . . were we?

“All ready for tomorrow night, April?” Sylvia asked.

“Almost.” April took a sip of wine. “As long as the head chef doesn’t throw a tantrum and none of my servers call in sick, I think we’re good. The kids were a huge help today.”

“Good.” Sylvia beamed at her children. “They’re ready and willing to work tomorrow too. Oh, Mom, will you be okay at reception without me tomorrow? Chloe needs my help again in the tasting room.”

“Sure, sweetheart. That’s fine.”

“Henry has been teaching me about the winemaking process here,” Sylvia went on as she lifted her glass. “It’s so fascinating.”

“Is that what you do?” Whitney asked. “Make the wine here?”

“Yes,” I told her.

“Do you live close?”

“I live in Hadley Harbor. Not too far.”

“Did you go to high school with my mom?” Her questions were coming faster now. My leg had a nervous twitch beneath the table.

“No, I grew up on a farm in Iowa.”

“Henry originally went away to school to be a doctor,” said Sylvia. “He likes science just like you do, Keaton.”

“Really?” Her son looked at me with interest.

I nodded, grateful for the opportunity to shift the conversation away from me. “I hear you got a telescope for Christmas.”

“Yeah, but I can’t figure out how to set it up.”

“How about I take a look after dinner and see if I can help?”

He pushed his glasses up his nose and grinned. “That would be great.”