A Husband For The Holidays. Ami Weaver
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Название: A Husband For The Holidays
Автор: Ami Weaver
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474002608
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Maybe they’d seen the same thing and had the same regrets?
Why would she tell him?
Darcy lifted her gaze then, and the pain in her eyes nearly brought him to his knees. “There’s nothing you can do.”
If that was the truth, then what the hell. Mack cupped her chin in his hand, saw her eyes widen. “I saw it, too. I felt it, too. Lie to me, but not yourself.” His voice was rough in his throat. “Don’t think this is easy on me, Darce. It’s not.” Then, because he couldn’t not, he bent forward and planted a soft kiss on her cold lips, lingering for a heartbeat before he pulled away. Now there was surprise in her eyes, and that was better than pain. He ran his thumb over her lower lip, then turned to go back inside.
Because if he didn’t, he’d kiss her again. For real. And once they started down that path, there’d be no going back.
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Made for Matrimony: The road to the altar is paved with true love
A Husband for
the Holidays
Ami Weaver
Two-time Golden Heart Award finalist AMI WEAVER has been reading romance since she was a teen and writing for even longer, so it was only natural she would put the two together. Now she can be found drinking gallons of iced tea at her local coffee shop while doing one of her very favorite things—convincing two characters they deserve their happy-ever-after. Ami lives in Michigan with her four kids, three cats and her very supportive husband.
To the baristas at my local Biggby, who keep me supplied with gallons of iced tea and a place where I can write without feeling I have to clean my house. You guys are awesome!
Contents
“She’s back.”
The grim tone of his brother’s voice told Mack Lawless all he needed to know, and his heart gave an unwelcome thump. Still, since he hadn’t heard from the she in question in almost a decade, he deliberately uncoiled more of the pine garland he was hanging on the front of his veterinary practice and kept his voice level. “Who’s back?”
Chase moved so he was at the periphery of Mack’s vision. Even out of the corner of his eye, Mack could see the tight set of his brother’s mouth. Damn. He willed his hands not to shake. He refused to let on that the mention of her—even indirectly—could still affect him. He came down the ladder, leaving the boughs hanging and ignoring the sting of the snow that pelted his face. “Chase?”
Chase met his gaze. “Darcy.”
Darcy. Her name was a hard punch to his gut. Still. After seven freaking years. He’d gotten over her, and yet...
And yet hearing her name tore the lid off the memories he’d worked so hard to bury.
He forced himself to hold Chase’s gaze and not show anything but indifference. “Are you sure?”
Chase nodded. “Saw her at the gas station a bit ago. Thought I’d—thought I should be the one to tell you.”
The wind kicked up and the tail of the abandoned garland lashed Mack in the face. He winced, caught it and turned back to the ladder. Mack and Chase were planning to buy her family’s tree farm after Christmas. He hadn’t thought it would matter to Darcy. She hadn’t been back since their divorce, even to visit her aunt and uncle.
His brother angled so the wind was at his back. “You okay, man?”
Irritation flared, but Mack tamped it down. Chase meant СКАЧАТЬ