She was a free spirit who wouldn’t be tied down
Until he convinced her to say “I do!”
Kate Clark’s Las Vegas wedding trip wasn’t for her wedding. But a husband is what she found—and no memory of how it happened! Aidan Quindlin broke her heart in high school. And if she’s not careful, the tempting single dad and his precious little girl could do it again. Once she’s back in Savannah, she knows an annulment is the only way to protect herself. Then she learns she’s pregnant...
Kate reached into her pants pocket and pulled out something.
“Chloe made this for me tonight,” Kate said. “While all the other little girls were painting rocks to leave in Forsyth Park, Chloe came up to me and pressed this into my hand. She told me she’d painted it for me and wanted me to keep it.”
Kate handed the small colorful stone to Aidan.
On one side, it said I love my family in rudimentary bold blue letters. On the other side, Chloe had painted a man, and a woman with flowing red hair. Between the two of them was a little girl with curly blond hair holding the hands of the man and woman. The three were encircled by the outline of a red heart.
“This is just...” Her eyes glistened with tears, but she was smiling as she looked at the rock Chloe had painted for her. “You and Chloe mean the world to me, Aidan.” She put her hand on her stomach. “This little baby and I are so lucky to be part of this family. It’s overwhelming, really.”
“We’re lucky to have you. You complete us. Or maybe we should say that we complete each other. Let’s never forget how fortunate we are.”
Kate closed her fingers around the rock and nodded. He pulled her into his arms...
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THE SAVANNAH SISTERS: One historic inn, two meddling matchmakers, three Savannah sisters
Dear Reader,
I’m a sucker for a second-chance-at-love story. I’m of the school that if you tried once and it didn’t work, maybe one—or both—of you had some things to figure out. Usually, it’s personal growth.
However, just because it didn’t work the first time, doesn’t negate the chemistry that brought the couple together the first time around. That’s the case with Kate and Aidan. They dated in high school, but they were just too young to make it work. Over the course of The Savannah Sisters trilogy, they rediscovered each other. In this conclusion to the series, they get their own love story—plus a surprise they never expected.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. Please drop me a line and let me know your thoughts. I love to hear from readers. You can reach me at [email protected].
Warmly,
Nancy
Her Savannah Surprise
Nancy Robards Thompson
National bestselling author Nancy Robards Thompson holds a degree in journalism. She worked as a newspaper reporter until she realized reporting “just the facts” bored her silly. Now that she has much more content to report to her muse, Nancy loves writing women’s fiction and romance full-time. Critics have deemed her work “funny, smart and observant.” She resides in Florida with her husband and daughter. You can reach her at Facebook.com/nrobardsthompson.
Books by Nancy Robards Thompson
Harlequin Special Edition
The Savannah Sisters
A Down-Home Savannah Christmas
Southern Charm & Second Chances
The Fortunes of Texas: Rulebreakers
Maddie Fortune’s Perfect Man
The Fortunes of Texas: The Secret Fortunes
Fortune’s Surprise Engagement
The Fortunes of Texas: Rambling Rose
Betting on a Fortune
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
This book is dedicated to my husband, Michael, because of you, I am living my dream. I love you.
Also to Susan Gorman for our shared love of corgis.
Thank you for helping me name Zelda’s corgi, Bear.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Excerpt from The Secret Between Them by Helen Lacey
Chapter One
The only thing worse than the morning-after walk of shame was waking up married in Las Vegas and not remembering how it happened.
Kate Clark’s left thumb found her ring finger. The presence of the cold metal band that Aidan Quindlin, her on-again-off-again sweetheart since high school, had presumably slid into place last night sent her ducking into fetal position as she made herself small under the soft white cotton sheet. Because maybe if she made herself tiny enough, she would disappear before Aidan, who was sleeping soundly next to her, woke up.
Kate’s whole family had gathered in Vegas for a weeklong celebration of her grandmother Gigi’s marriage to her longtime love, Charles Weathersby. It had been a fun party, with delicious food and free-flowing drinks.
Kate had not gotten drunk. She couldn’t have been. She had only had a couple of sips of Love Potion Number Nine, the signature cocktail of the Weathersby wedding reception. Granted, Kate had never been much of a drinker. The so-called Love Potion had been a sickeningly sweet concoction that tasted like a mix of grape juice, cough medicine and toilet bowl cleaner. Not that she had ever tasted toilet bowl cleaner, but she could imagine.
The drink had tasted so bad that she hadn’t been able to stomach more than two sips.
How could anyone end up in a drunken, marriage-minded stupor after only two sips?
So there was no way she could blame her Elvis wedding on the alcohol.
Unless Love Potion Number Nine was that potent. Doubtful, but...why were the details of last night so foggy?
Kate rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes, blinking at the ceiling. Her stomach was upset, but she didn’t have a headache. She stole a glance to her right. Aidan was still beside her, looking gorgeous even as he slept. She squeezed her eyes shut again, trying to sort out what had been a dream and what really happened. Because she had had some crazy dreams last night, dreams that were merging and blending with the surreal images of what might’ve happened last night to get this ring on her finger. But she couldn’t be sure.
She recalled a gangly Elvis
