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I’m rather hesitant to share this one, for no other reason than I don’t want to be gloomy. Last year was my worst. My dad had been sick for quite a few years with lung problems. In January he was hospitalized and finally sent home on Hospice—my home. I was very privileged and thankful to be able to care for him for the last few weeks of his life. But he finally gave up and passed away on Valentine’s Day. My brother and I joked that it was my father’s way of making sure that we would never forget the date. I’m sure we won’t.
Lovely Little Liar by Patty Devlin
Trooper Vin Loveanu wants nothing more than to pull her out of the vehicle and comfort her, but has to settle for sending flowers to the hospital, only to find out that the mother is not a patient. Further investigation turns up an obituary for Charlene’s mother from four years before!
Charlie’s lies, abominable driving and strong family ties continue to bring the two together. She can’t run away far enough or fast enough and maybe—just maybe she should be running to Vin—not away, even if it meant a trip over his knee.
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“Nice to re-meet you.” She tried to give him a smile, but it was half-hearted at best.
“Yes, you too. I wouldn’t mind re-meeting you again sometime. Especially if the situations keep getting better each time.” She could tell by the warmth in his eyes, that his smile was genuine. But he had an almost parental tone to his voice, like maybe he was suggesting she keep her nose clean. Or was she just being sensitive?
“Okay, good-night.” She dashed out the door.
She’d been acutely aware of his presence and couldn’t stop watching the man all evening. She couldn’t get him out of her head. When she got home, she finally gave him the credit of deeper pondering. She’d reheated the water in the claw-foot tub once already and sat up to turn it on again.
“Arf!” Brinks sat up on the thick bath rug and peered at her with his inquisitive little black eyes. He’d been lying there, just waiting for her to get out and go to bed.
“In a minute, Brinks.” She lay back again and closed her eyes. Her thoughts drifted right back to the big man. Why had he told Alex about the whole stinking thing anyway? Seriously, he had taken the time to search her out and then he was still talking about it later that day… and then he knew she was going to be there—knew she was that girl, the one who told the worst lie ever—and came anyway. And he said he’d like to re-meet her again…
Was he, like—interested? Was she, like, interested? He was totally hot.