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.Love seemed a kind of miracle to her, one she d neverbeen absolutely sure existed.But she d seen it for herselfwith Clare and Beckett, seen them come together, findthat miracle and have the faith and courage to trust it.Part of her errands that morning included picking upthe last of the party supplies for the shower from the the last of the party supplies for the shower from theexacting and detailed list Hope had printed out for her.She loved knowing Clare and Beckett would take aweek for themselves after the wedding with an islandhoneymoon on St.Kitts.One day, Avery thought, she d have to take a vacationin some tropical paradise.One day she d have to take a damn vacation, shethought, opening one eye to look at the gloomy skyoutside the bedroom window.She would.She d get her new place up and running,get the routine smooth then reward herself with a fewdays of sun, white beaches, and blue water.Someplace she d never been someplace where noone knew her.Maybe Owen would go with her.Wouldn t it beinteresting to see how they dealt with nothing to do,with being strangers in a strange land together.And she loved that later in the summer, after schoollet out, the newlyweds planned a week s vacation withthe kids.A familymoon, she d heard little Murphy call it.What could be better, she decided, than afamilymoon?Meanwhile Owen and Hope dug deeper into themystery of Eliza Ford when one or the other couldsqueeze out the time.Were Lizzy and Billy a kind ofmiracle? she wondered.Had love brought them togetherbefore tragedy crept in? Or was the answer less before tragedy crept in? Or was the answer lessromantic and probably more realistic as Owen hadsuggested?A young girl dreaming of love, and a young mangoing his own way.She d dreamed of love once.But she d been a child,and for a child, magic and miracles were alwayspossible, and happy-ever-after simple and real.Over time, she d learned it was best to believe in themiracles and happy-ever-afters she could achieveherself, with hard work, determination, and long hours.Plenty of satisfaction in that, she told herself.Andshe d better get started on the day s miracle and get thehell out of bed.She sat up, then just hugged her knees in and smiledat the fire he d left simmering.He was sweet that way,she mused.Sweet to stir up the fire, add a log so she dwake up to its warmth and light on a gloomy Marchmorning.She was lucky to have him in her life had alwaysknown that.But now she was lucky to have this new,fascinating connection with him, luckier still he was ascontent to take things one day at a time.No pressure,no scary talk about futures.She d barely rolled out of bed when her phonesignaled an incoming text.She rolled back, hoping it was Owen suggesting shecome in and have a look at the initial demo after all. come in and have a look at the initial demo after all.But she read the quick message from Clare asking herto stop by the bookstore before she headed intoHagerstown for supplies.A little puzzled, she answered, changed her plans toinclude a stop by the store and hell, since she d beright there, take a quick peek in at the demo.She grabbed a shower, pulled on jeans, added asweater over a short-sleeve shirt to accommodate thefickle March weather.Lips pursed, she considered herhair.The latest rinse had faded some, so she added amental note to check out the range of colors, see whatshe was in the mood to be.Downstairs, she discovered he d made coffee, set atravel mug for her beside the pot.Another reason tosmile, she thought.You could always count on Owen.She couldn t think of another man, other than her father,who was so consistently solid.On impulse, she went to his kitchen board, drew aheart with their initials in the center.Fueled with coffee and a quick yogurt, she pulled onboots, wrapped on a scarf and shrugged into her coatbefore she saw the note by the door.Take this, it read.She rolled her eyes and grabbed the folding umbrella.She d take it, but he d be lucky if she didn t lose itsomewhere along her morning run. somewhere along her morning run.Halfway to Boonsboro, the first drops of rain splattedher windshield.She could only cast her eyes skywardand think how annoying it was that Owen was alwaysright.Minutes later, going over her morning plans, sheforgot the umbrella and dashed through the rain to thebookstore s covered porch.She tapped on the glass, then used the key Clare hadgiven her after the trouble with Sam Freemont theprevious fall.As she stepped in, shaking rain from herhair, Clare walked down the stairs. Coffee s fresh, Clare announced. I just had some, but.who can say no to a latte? I ll fix you up.Thanks for coming by. No problem.It s just the excuse I needed to nose intothe new place.They re starting the demo this morning. I know.Exciting. She steamed milk while Averyglanced at the bestsellers on the front display. I need an afternoon off, a rainy afternoon like thisone will probably be, so I can catch up on my reading.Icouldn t get through the book club book this time.Whydo I want to read about someone else s misery? Is itsupposed to make me feel better about my life? Smug?Or just depressed? Because it was bringing me down. I hated it, too.I choked it down the way I used tochoke down the brussels sprouts my mother insistedwere good for me.It was a brussels sprout book, and were good for me.It was a brussels sprout book, andI m not convinced they re good for me. Exactly. Idly, Avery pulled down a thriller, skimmedthe copy. Plus, if I sit down to read, I want crèmebrûlée, or a good meaty steak, maybe pepperoni pizza,possibly a hot fudge sundae.And now I m hungry.She turned back, smiling as she reached for the coffee. Thanks.Hey, you look a little ragged-out. Feeling a little draggy, a little off this morning. You can t catch anything. Avery pointed a decisivefinger. You re getting married in less than a month.You re not allowed to catch anything.Here.You look likeyou need this more than I do.Clare shook her head at the offered latte. I haven tcaught anything the way you mean, and I m off coffeefor now.I m not sick. Clare drew in a deep breath. I mpregnant. What? Now? Pregnant as in baby-on-board? Yes, now.Pregnant as in. On a laugh, Clare pressedher hands to her belly.And Avery wondered how palecould go to glow so fast. Oh, Clare.You re pregnant, and you re happy.Setting the coffee down, Avery rushed around thecounter, folded Clare into a hug. I m so happy for you.When did you find out? How far along are you? Whatdid Beckett say? I don t think I could be happier.This morning,though I suspected yesterday.Probably about two though I suspected yesterday.Probably about twoweeks.And I haven t said anything to Beckett yet. Why? I need you to do me a favor first.You re going intoHagerstown, aren t you? Yeah, I ll be heading that way. Could you pick me up a home pregnancy test? You haven t taken one already? You said you foundout this morning. Morning sickness, the second day running.I know thesigns this would be the fourth time.I m wifty and tired,and sick in the mornings, and my body feels.It shard to explain. Again she touched her belly, then herbreasts. My body feels pregnant.But I want to confirmbefore I tell Beckett just in case I m wrong.I just don twant to pop in the pharmacy here or in Sharpsburg tobuy the kit. Word spreads fast. You got it, and since you re going into Hagerstownanyway, you could get one for me, in anonymity. Happy to.Wow.Wedding, honeymoon, familymoon,baby! Beckett ll be good with it, right? Very good. Reaching down, she chose a ginger alefor herself from the under-counter cooler [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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