what the little boy in him
remembered.
His buddies at the
New Mexico Police force tried to shield him, but he’d seen what
he’d come to see. His mother hadn’t abandoned him all those years
ago. Knowing that her body had been in her car trunk that morning
as he left for school made him even sadder. If he’d just looked. If
he’d just told the cops that he’d seen her car there. So many other
‘ifs’ popped into his mind.
When he got back to
the hotel that night, his phone was flashing with
messages.
The first one was
from Amelia, telling him that Eric had called her and explained
what had happened. She said she’d booked the morning flight out of
Portland and would be there around nine. He couldn’t wait to see
her, to hold her.
The next calls were
from his deputies, telling him they had everything under control
and to take his time coming back. He listened to his aunt cry and
tell him how very sorry she was that he had to go through all this.
Then there were over a dozen calls from several people in town:
Father Michael, Patty O’Neil, Todd Jordan, and so many
more.
In all his life,
he’d never felt as loved as he had since he moved to Pride, except
by his mother and father. He couldn’t wait to get home and show
everyone how much he cared for them in return.
Epilogue
“Run, Run!” Robert yelled, standing up
and throwing his hands to the left. “Keep going!”
“Robert, would you sit back down? I
think the whole town can hear you,” Amelia chuckled.
“Everyone else is yelling, too.” He
smiled down at his wife’s face, then turned just in time to see his
son slide into home base. He screamed with joy as the whole team
jumped up and down, and then a bunch of eight-year-olds rushed his
son and engulfed him in a huge hug. If they were older, Robert had
no doubt that they would have lifted him up on their shoulders.
Todd and Megan Jordan sat beside them, his friend was being just as
enthusiastic as he was as well as all the other men in the
stands.
It had been almost ten years since that
day in New Mexico when Amelia and he had buried his mother at the
small cemetery. Ten years, and two kids later, and he showed no
signs of slowing down in his effort to show the people of Pride how
much he thought of them. Or how much he loved the woman sitting
beside him.
He sat back down and pulled her into
his lap and kissed her right there in front of his entire family.
All of a sudden, the cheers faded and there was only
her.
About the Author
Jill Sanders is an American romance
writer, living in charming, rural Texas. She’s also the author of
other titles you may enjoy:
Finding Pride
Discovering Pride
Returning Pride
Lasting Pride
Secret Seduction
Secret Pleasure
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