Maisie didn’t hesitate. Shoving off the bed she ran for the door, heading for the room where Match had told her Milo was. As she threw open the door to see her sweet little boy playing happily with trains and …
“What happened to you?” Maisie demanded, if Match thought she was the same sweet, timid, eager to please girl she’d been when he knew her he was sorely mistaken . This Maisie had had enough of people walking out on …
Match couldn’t take his eyes off the woman lying unconscious and tied to his bed. His woman. Maisie. Strawberry blonde hair that reached all the way down her back, huge long lashed green eyes, a sprinkling of freckles across her …
Maisie ushered her energetic little ball of energy towards where she’d parked the car. Milo might only be four years old but he seemed to need less sleep than she did. “Mama, can we get pizza for dinner?” he asked …
Hiding in the shadows he watched her riding the carousel with a blonde haired little boy. His little boy. He knew it with every fiber of his being. Would know it even if the child wasn’t a mini replica of …
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