Reunited with the Sheriff by Lynne Marshall

Author:Lynne Marshall
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-01-31T19:42:37+00:00

Chapter Seven

It was impossible. Shelby could never win back Conor’s trust, he’d said so just now on her front porch before she’d left him standing in the dark. Which meant any hope for a relationship was lost.

After checking in on Benjamin in the tiny sewing room now turned into a toddler haven, and saying good-night to her mother, who was reading a book in bed in the master bedroom, Shelby fell on her mattress and cried. Silently, so her mother wouldn’t hear. Mom could never stand to see her sad, and boy, was she. Tears streaked across her cheeks and pooled on her pillowcase. Coming home and facing the man she’d left behind had been the second scariest part of her life, after having a baby in a big city all by herself. She should’ve come home immediately when she’d found out she was pregnant, maybe she could have prevented this whole fallout, but she’d been headstrong and determined to handle her mistakes by herself. She’d expected Conor to understand.

Wrong! And what was she thinking, that he was perfect or something?

She shook her head—she may have made some humongous mistakes, but she’d never think of Benjamin as being one. He was the best thing to ever happen to her. More tears flowed over the sorry circumstances since returning to Sandpiper Beach.

She should be riding high from the success of the night—the anniversary dinner was near perfection. But Conor had managed to rip away the dream that mattered most. There was no way to erase the past. It’d made her who she was today.

Unable to sleep, she turned on the light and, wanting to find a few of the memories she was supposed to erase, decided to rummage through her old closet. Mom had kept so much of the stuff she’d left behind.

She had to push the wooden desk chair into the definitely-not-a-walk-in closet, to reach the shelves where several boxes had been placed. Architects didn’t plan for much closet extravagance in the kind of 1930s California bungalow she’d grown up in. But after living in New York for the past ten years, her bedroom and closet felt like a palace, and she didn’t even have to share the small room with her son.

She pulled down the first long plastic-lidded box, put it on her bed and rummaged around inside, only to find old report cards dating all the way back to elementary school. Are you kidding, Mom? There were achievement awards—probably every single one she’d ever received—term papers and projects, art projects from when she was five. She laughed. On and on. Underneath it all she found a stack of school class pictures, from first grade and up. In the sixth-grade graduation picture, her being short, she stood in the front row looking ridiculous with bangs nearly covering her eyes and straight hair long past her shoulders. It was almost blond back then. Two rows behind her was Conor with the tall kids, and he towered over everyone. She’d recognize those eyes anywhere.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.