was delayed for snow, we wanted to bring you something to welcome you home. We’re here just to lay eyes on you, bring you food, then be on our way.”
“You’re hoping that if I see you, it’ll jog my memory. I’m sorry, but it doesn’t. I may never remember. Thank you for trying, though. For caring.” She swallowed, hard. Leaned back into the wooden chair. Looked at the faces of the Mikkelsons and the Steeles. Noted how comfortable they seemed around the long dining room table. Knew their appearance here to be motivated by love.
Somehow that recognition pained her.
“I’m just glad you’re alive and well,” Jeannie said. “And know we’re all only a phone call away if you have any questions.”
“I appreciate it. Please stay for dinner.” Shana bit her lip. Wishing she had something more to say. Wishing this whole meeting could somehow miraculously deliver up the memories she sought, for herself and for her child. And for this sexy man at her side? For the love she must have lost?
Why was it so difficult to wrap her brain around?
Disappointment swamped her.
In spite of Chuck’s family’s warm welcome, Shana still couldn’t shake an unsettled feeling.
She couldn’t stop searching for a reason why she was so certain there was trouble in paradise.
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