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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“This is it,” Adam warned. “Last chance to back out.” “I’m not backing out. We’re doing this together,” Zara said stubbornly. What did I do to deserve you, Zara?” Adam asked, as he tucked a lock of hair back up …
Zara sat up and stretched. The pull in her chest had lessened until it wasn’t much more than a mild annoyance. Throwing back the covers the surveyed the empty cabin, and then headed for the front door. Adam was exactly …
