The Three Wives of Adam Monroe (The Three Mrs. Monroes) by Bernadette Marie

Author:Bernadette Marie [Marie, Bernadette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 5 Prince Publishing
Published: 2015-05-05T04:00:00+00:00

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The look on Sam’s face was priceless, Penelope thought, but her own embarrassment had her face flushed with heat. In front of her were no less than sixteen mini candy bar wrappers.

“Don’t grin at me like that,” she said with her mouth full.

“I can’t help it. You’re cute.” He moved to her and wiped his thumb over her chin. “You had a little right there.”

Penelope swallowed hard. “Why do you keep buying these? I’m going to gain sixty pounds.”

“You’ll probably get diabetes too.”

She slumped in her chair. “Can we do something different for the snacks in there? Your clients don’t even eat them.”

“Honey, how can they? They’re all out here on your desk.” He laughed. She sulked.

It was true though. She was going to be sick and fat. She didn’t want that.

Penelope leaned back in her chair and rested her hands on her growing stomach. “What are you going to do when I leave?” she asked. Both of them knew this was a temporary job. When the baby was born, she’d go to the daycare to work. That had been the plan.

His grin diminished. “My mother has already told me she’ll be back.”

“That’s good.”

Sam shrugged. “She’s a great help, I won’t lie. It’ll be nice to have her here until I hire a replacement. But she’s already driving Amelia crazy with wedding ideas. I don’t think Amelia is humored by it. She wants a small and very simple wedding.”

“I know. I’ve tried to ask her about details and she just shuts me up. She doesn’t want to over think it.” She rubbed her stomach. “At least no matter what she chooses, by New Year’s Eve I can wear a regular dress.

Sam smiled. She knew it wasn’t the thought of her wearing a normal dress. He was thinking about New Year’s Eve. She could see it sparkle in his eyes.

The thought made her a little sad, so she gathered the candy wrappers and threw them into the trash can under her desk.

Adam had gazed at her, made her swoon. But looking at Sam, just thinking of Amelia, she was sure no one had ever thought of her like that.

Though, she thought again as Sam retreated to his office, the other night in the street when she’d tripped and Brock had caught her, he’d looked at her like that.

Those dark eyes had become darker—intensified by the dark lashes that hooded them. Was that the look? Was that sparkle in Sam’s eyes the same as the shimmer that had been in Brock’s?

The ringing of the phone snapped her out of her delusion.

An hour later, Penelope was in Adam’s Mustang headed back to the old house on Main Street. The town was looking normal, she thought. The broken trees, which had been blown over in the tornado, had been cut away. The windows in houses had been fixed. There weren’t as many men hanging from electric and telephone poles now either. Everything was healing.

She hadn’t driven out to where Vivian’s house was. She wasn’t sure her heart could handle it.

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