![]() ![]() She didn’t wait for him to come around the side of the car, fumbling her way out of the passenger side. Nicholas parked in the circular driveway. Someone was maintaining it well, the garden John’s late wife had so adored still thriving. Livvy braced herself for the first sight of the house, but even then she felt like she’d been punched in the belly when the large stone estate came into view. She also wasn’t proud of the rush of soothing comfort she experienced when his thumb brushed the back of her hand. “Are you sure he doesn’t hate me?” She wasn’t proud of how plaintive she sounded. He has some pretty bad arthritis, so he uses a wheelchair now.” She ran her hand over the pristine leather seat. “Do you want to leave?” He didn’t sound surprised. Nicholas didn’t even hesitate, coming to an immediate halt. ![]() As young adults, they’d made love in these woods.Īnd then later, Nicholas had broken her heart in these woods. ![]() She and Nicholas had run wild through these woods as children. Livvy gazed in the direction of her old house, her late grandpa Sam’s home. After they’d established their empire and each gotten married-in a joint ceremony, no less-they’d built their homes. When Sam Oka and John Chandler had moved to this then-rural place in the middle of nowhere, they’d purchased neighboring tracts of land. The trees were older, the growth of lawn heavier, but she knew this hilly road like the back of her hand. N ICHOLAS HAD been exaggerating by saying his grandfather’s house was up a mountain, but not by much. ![]()
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