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BLURB:
When Maria and a child she says is his arrives on Jay’s doorsteps, he is in the middle of composing a musical. Though the four year old has his eyes, Jay can’t be sure this isn’t a scam.
He believes his dead wife took steps to rid herself of the child. A need for his assistance to help with childcare while she works is Maria’s reason for arriving in Fern Lake. She also believes her nephew should know his father.
Can Jay accept and learn to love his child and deal with the attraction to a woman who physically looks like his dead wife? Can Maria deal with his trust issues and a threat from her own family?
Excerpt:
To the sounds of
her nephew banging notes on a xylophone, Maria emptied the last box of
kitchenware she’d found at the thrift shop less than a block from the apartment
complex. She paused and laughed. She knew that song, the theme from Jeopardy,
her mother’s favorite program.
She drew a deep
breath. So much to do to make this one bedroom apartment into a home for her
four year old nephew. Beds to make, clothes to unpack. She needed to buy
curtains to cover the blinds and add color to the ecru walls. She’d been
fortunate that the woman from the Human Resources Department at Fern Lake
General had found this place.
Last night, she
and Jamie had slept on the green carpet in the living room pretending to be
camping. This morning the furniture and other purchases from the thrift shop
had been delivered.
Jamie finished his
rendition with a sweep of the hammer over the keys. She leaned against the
counter and loaded their bowls from lunch into the dishwasher.
Maria drew a deep
breath. Inside, she quivered with tension she refused to allow to show. She
must succeed.
Enough dawdling.
There was a man she needed to see. Her gut clenched.
“Jamie, put your toys away. We’re going to see your father.” And pray the
man agrees to pay for Jamie’s pre-school while she worked. Two weeks from
today, she started at the local hospital as an occupational therapist.
“Will he like me?” Jamie asked.
She hated the worry in the boy’s voice and in his brilliant green eyes.
She ruffled his dark curls. “What’s not to like?”
“He never came to see me.”
Maria sucked in a breath. She could have tried to locate the man years
ago, but her mother had been adamantly opposed. “He didn’t know about you. Nana
didn’t know his last name.” Maria brushed hair from her face. They could have
learned. She couldn’t tell Jamie about his grandmother’s anger. Guilt curled in
her thoughts.
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