“Why are you wearing galoshes?” I asked, taking his outstretched hand. This was about the man I loved, a man both tough and sensitive, determined but attentive. I found Manning waiting at the base of the porch steps with Blue, looking every inch a man in jeans and fishing boots, the porch swing’s floral printed cushions under one arm. Buy LinksĪmazon | Paperback | B&N | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play Excerpt Our complicated relationship with a man he respects and one I don’t know how to forgive.Īnd a sprawling, beautiful home with one small room I’m afraid I’ll never be able to fill.īut I’ll beg the heavens for just one thing more. įears that keep Manning up at night as he slips from our bed. Ī home he built us on the unshakeable foundation we fought for.Ī life of laughter carved out of heartache and betrayal.īut between a trust that can’t be broken, joy that can’t be bridled, and passion that would scorch the sun, the empty spaces are becoming more and more difficult to ignore. Manning and I have what happily-ever-after is made of.
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