without a conscience or a heart…but this baby was an angel.
They left somewhere around an hour later. Cord said nothing as they walked to the car, only crooked an arm around Sophie’s shoulder and squeezed. It was only a week before Christmas now, and the neighborhoods were all lit up with lights and decorations. None, Sophie felt, sparkled as much as the ring on her left hand, but conceivably, she was a tiny bit prejudiced about that.
“Hey, Soph,” Cord said as he started the car. “You want one of those?”
“One of what?” she asked.
“One of those little people. Babies. You know.”
An early Christmas present for next year, she thought…Who could beat that?
JENNIFER GREENE
lives near Lake Michigan with her husband and an assorted menagerie of pets. Michigan State University has honored her as an outstanding woman graduate for her work with women on campus.
Jennifer has written more than seventy love stories, for which she has won numerous awards, including four RITA® Awards from the Romance Writers of America and both their Hall of Fame and Lifetime Achievement Awards.
You’re welcome to contact Jennifer through her Web site at www.jennifergreene.com.
