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On the surface, Lynsey Reznor seems to have it all. She is beautiful, brilliant, and a successful true-crime writer who has been living the past decade in Miami. But what Lynsey lacks is what she needs the most—a family.
After the death of her mother, and yet another failed relationship, Lynsey makes an impulsive decision to return to her hometown of Unity. But Unity will present its own bittersweet memories, most notably, her first love, Nick Lincoln.
Twenty years ago, Nick broke teenager Lynsey’s heart when he decided to marry another. He had his own private reasons—reasons he never explained to Lynsey. Now she is back, along with a chance to reclaim her love. But Lynsey wants answers from him that he may never be able to give out of duty and guilt.
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When
he heard her, he came to her, took her into his arms, and kissed her.
It was a comfort that he wasn’t regretting their lovemaking. She
didn’t think she could handle being rejected by him twice in her
lifetime.
“Do
you have to leave soon?” she asked.
“I’m
sorry. I don’t want to, but I have to.” He went to the stove and
prepared her a cup of coffee. “I think we should start planning our
wedding. We could be married at Christmas.”
She
was taken aback. Is this his proposal ? This was supposed to be so
romantic and memorable, not talk about planning a Christmas wedding
while he stirred a cup of coffee.
“Do
you even want to get married?” She took the coffee mug he offered.
“I mean, it wasn’t that long ago that you told me you weren’t
sure you ever wanted to be married again. You said you didn’t see
fatherhood in your future, and Nick, I want a baby…more than one. I
grew up as an only child and I was so alone. I don’t want my child
to have to experience that.”
“Well,
I didn’t use a condom last night. You could be pregnant right now,”
was his reply.
Heaviness
descended upon her heart. This was so not how she wanted this morning
to be, and certainly not the marriage proposal she had dreamed of.
“I’m on the Pill—I won’t get pregnant if that’s all you’re
worried about.”
“I’m
sorry, that’s not the only reason we should get married.”
“Then
why?” she asked suspiciously.
He
let out an exaggerated sigh. “Lynsey, I don’t have time to get
into this with you right now. What do you want me to say in the five
minutes I have before I leave for work?”
She
couldn’t believe his glib attitude. “How about saying something
to me like…‘I love you, Lynsey, and I made a tremendous mistake
by not marrying you twenty years ago?’ That would take you less
than thirty seconds to say, and you could have easily gotten to your
precious job on time.”
Suddenly
his jaw set and his eyes narrowed. “I didn’t make a mistake by
not marrying you twenty years ago! I let you go to become a success
in life—and you did. I can’t regret that!”
“So,
what I thought all these years was correct. I was nothing to you but
a quick and easy way to shed your virginity.” Just saying the words
was devastating.
“That’s
not it at all,” he vehemently insisted. “You were always so
intelligent. I mean, you were a sixteen-year-old senior in high
school! Just how many grades did you skip over, anyway?”
“Two,”
she answered in a low voice.
“Do
you know what would have happened if I hadn’t married Kelly?” He
didn’t wait for her reply. “I’ll tell you what. You and I would
have been ostracized by everyone in this town! We would have had to
be married right away, and we would have had to live with your
mother, because I had no money.”
“My
mother loved you. She would have been happy to have us live with
her,” she interjected.
“And
we were so naïve, Lynsey. You would have graduated high school with
either a big belly, or a baby in your arms…if you had graduated at
all.”
She
crossed her arms over her breasts and looked at the floor. She was
too afraid that if she looked at him she would break down. “Some of
the girls in school were married. A few of them had babies.”
He
lifted her chin and forced her to make eye contact with him. “And
you were too smart to be stuck in this town, and just another
housewife. You would have become bored and resentful.”
“I
wouldn’t have known the difference,” she countered.
“I
had serious doubts then. I still have doubts now,” he admitted.
Her
dark lashes flew upward. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I
believe that you will become bored and restless in Unity and will
want to go back to Florida or maybe California. I have a job and a
family here, Lynsey. I don’t ever want to give that up. I’m
afraid that we’ll have a child, and you’ll take my baby and
leave. I can not allow that to happen.”
She
couldn’t believe what he was saying. Nothing was further from the
truth. “Do you think I would have sunk so much of my savings into
that house just to abandon it? I would never, ever do what you’re
saying. But if circumstances changed, I would expect you to support
what was best for our family. Couples who are committed make
sacrifices for each other!”
It
was becoming clearer and clearer that things were rapidly falling
apart between them.
“Lynsey,
didn’t what happened between us last night mean anything to you?”
he asked.
She
chuckled unpleasantly. “I suppose that with us living in such close
proximity, last night was inevitable. But don’t worry about it
happening again, Nick. When you get home this evening, I won’t be
here.”
“Where
are you going to be?”
She
wanted to hurt Nick like she was now hurting. “I’m sure that
Caleb wouldn’t mind me bunking down at his house for a week or
two.”
“Over
my dead body,” he seethed. “I will drag you away from him kicking
and screaming if it comes to it. I’ll handcuff you to my bed if
need be. Believe me, Lynsey, I’ll do it!” He flopped down into a
kitchen chair and buried his face in his hands.
“I
have to go now, Nick. I’m meeting your sister for breakfast. Listen
to me. You need to pull yourself together. In your line of work, bad
things happen when you lose your concentration.”
When
he didn’t reply, she let out a sigh of resignation and headed for
the door. At the last minute she turned to him. “Thanks for almost
making it happen between us.”
Author Bio
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.
Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.
Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.
