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Andrea Porter. She might not be a writer, but she has created an oasis for writers in Canyon, Texas. The West Texas Writer’s Academy is one of the highlights of my year. Thank you.

       Acknowledgments

      The West Texas Bangers—

      C.S. Kjar, Jenna Neal, Kimberly Packard,

      Lana Pattinson, Linda Fry and Linda Trout,

      for helping me through the twists and turns

      of Elijah and Jazmine’s journey to

      their happy-ever-after. See you in June.

      Pam Hopkins—

      the best agent a girl could wish for.

      Emily Rodmell—

      I’ve said it before but it’s true. My stories are better because of your insight and knowledge.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       About the Author

       Booklist

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Introduction

       Dear Reader

       Bible Verse

       Dedication

       Acknowledgments

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Epilogue

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       Chapter One

      No. That couldn’t be him.

      Jazmine Daniels stood in the doorway of the food bank. The bags loaded with canned goods cut into her fingers, but she couldn’t move. She understood now why deer froze in the middle of the road.

       Walk in, turn around, run, hide.

      The options tumbled over each other in her brain, confusing her body and making it impossible to pick one.

      Elijah De La Rosa. It had been over six years since she’d seen her husband. Ex-husband.

      His hair was a little longer and there was more red tangled in the dark strands, as though he’d spent a lot of time outdoors. He looked older, his skin weathered in a good way. A small groan formed in the back of her throat. How was it possible that he was even better looking now than the day she had first seen him? Not fair.

      He laughed at something one of his companions said, and she forced herself to look away. Her mother and daughter would be following her any minute. She needed to leave before that happened.

      Her eyes scanned the large open room for a fast escape. Colorful carved starfish hung on the walls while windows flooded the dining area with friendly sunlight. About twenty-five people gathered around the long tables, eating the lunch that the local mission provided to the homeless and needy.

      Homeless? Her stomach plunged. He couldn’t be homeless, but why else would he be here? The drinking must’ve gotten worse after she left. Had his family refused to help him or had he refused to accept their help?

      His pride had always been bigger than his common sense. Not that she had blamed him. Her heart had wanted to fix all his hurts, but she hadn’t been enough.

      She shook her head and bit hard against the remorse. No. Her actions kept her and her daughter safe. That had to stay at the forefront of her brain.

      The good times wanted to sneak in and melt her heart for the boy she had loved with every fiber of her being. That boy was long gone.

      This was the reason her mother had told her to stay away from their beach home. Both of her parents had agreed that any kind of contact was dangerous for her. They had handled everything needed for the divorce.

      She hadn’t seen him again, only his signature on the papers that broke the vows they had made to each other.

      No,

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