“Yeah,” Mac said, sounding shy for once. “I can do that.”
Hallie took her hand but left the other one on her son, cradling his body. Jim’s was there again already, because Jim would never let go of either of them. Any of them.
“We need to take this little guy to the nursery to do a few things,” the nurse said. “We’ll bring him right back, though. You coming, Dad?”
“I’m there,” Jim said.
First though, he put a hand on Hallie’s shoulder, bent, and gave her a kiss. So soft, and so sweet.
Mac moved at Hallie’s side, and Hallie took her hand. “Stay with me?” she asked Mac. “Please? It feels a little . . . lonesome.” She tried to laugh. Slow reactor again. Now, at last, the tears were threatening. “You know,” she told the girl, “less than two years ago, I didn’t have anybody. And now I’ve got everything. A husband, and a son, and I hope I’ve got a daughter too.”
“Stepdaughter,” Mac said.
“To me,” Hallie said, putting all the conviction she had into it, “daughter. I couldn’t have a better one. I know you had a mom, and that she was an awesome mom. I’m just learning how. But I want you to know one thing. You’re my daughter. That’s all. I have a family. And I’m so . . .” She was crying now, and she couldn’t care. “I’m so grateful.”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
And to my editors at Montlake Romance, Maria Gomez and Charlotte Herscher.
Finally, to my husband, Rick Nolting, for putting up with my absentmindedness during the Australian summer and the North American winter that I spent writing this book. Especially for learning to cook.
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