then again, I think she just might.”
Holt hesitated. His mother, straightening up after setting her grandson down, gazed at him in bewilderment. He took her hands in both of his…feeling her hands for the first time in forty years, and yet…he felt as though he knew their touch. He lifted a hand and gently brushed away a tear from his mother’s cheek.
“Hello, Mama,” he said huskily, smiling through tears. “It’s me…Jimmy. I’ve missed you, too.”
KATHLEEN CREIGHTON
has roots deep in the California soil but has relocated to South Carolina. As a child, she enjoyed listening to old timer’s tales, and her fascination with the past only deepened as she grew older. Today, she says she is interested in everything-art, music, gardening, zoology, anthropology and history, but people are at the top of her list. She also has a lifelong passion for writing, and now combines all her loves in romance novels.
