Welcome to the RWANYC Summer Blog Tour! RWA authors are posting excerpts from their works. This is from my book, "You Belong to Me."
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December
“Look, Dad!” Bobby Morrison yelled from the living
room.
Holding a mug of coffee, the boy’s father, Cal, strolled
into the room and peered out the window.
“Someone’s moving in,” Cal said.
“Look! A big truck,” exclaimed the boy.
Cal chuckled and rubbed his son’s head as they watched
the men unloading furniture and carting it into the house.
“Go get dressed. School today.” Cal shooed Bobby
away.
Curiosity riveted the older Morrison to the window.
A woman appeared at the door to the small house. Her short, dark hair and the
way she moved caught his eye.
“What’s she doing here? She’s not moving into that
house, is she?” he said to himself.
A frown drew the corners of his mouth down. His
brows knitted, and anger tightened his chest. Hadn’t Giselle Davenport done
enough harm? She didn’t belong here anymore. Why had she come back? It sure
wasn’t because of him. Why hadn’t she stayed in Europe, where she belonged?
He had a life in Pine Grove now. Her return would
spoil things. He’d been over Giselle since themoment she left, or at least that
was what he told himself. He’d found someone else, married, and had a child. So,
why didn’t Giselle stay in another corner of the world?
Drawn to her against his will, he stood there, transfixed,
as the burly men hauled tables, chairs, and boxes inside.
“She can’t own the place. No. She must be renting.
Probably only a brief stop on her way to Timbuktu for another fancy job,” he
muttered to himself. And maybe breaking another heart? At least this time, it wouldn’t
be his.
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