“Ruth?” Emma pushed up to her feet and for a second the momentum made her head go woozy. “kids are great-for other people”-Corsaut talking to her daughter about pretend cake? How did she get to this couch? How long had she been sleeping? And why was Hank-Mr. Starting with not having to do dishes after eating it.”Įmma swept her gaze over the cluttered but homey living room of the old Newberry home and thoughts of Ben and the choice she had avoided making fell away. “I think you’ll find, Miss Ruth Newberry, that there is a lot to be said for having pretend cake. Why hadn’t she just said no? Running away wasn’t an answer. And then last night, an out-of-the-blue proposal.Įmma shut her eyes. That decision lead to another date and then another. He liked to see her happy, to give her nice things, he’d said. But he’d made her feel like an ingrate for refusing the gesture. She had told him it was too expensive, not to mention impractical for her as a nurse and single mom. She never should have accepted it as a birthday gift from her boss, Dr. She tugged at the neckline of her only really nice dress then ran her fingers over her diamond bracelet. Her mind raced back frantically over the events of the past twenty-four hours. That’s just the way it is.”Īt the sound of a man’s voice holding a potentially temper-tantrum-inducing conversation with her daughter, Emma sat bolt up and almost tumbled off the edge of the couch.
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