Well, it’s Tuesday so hope your week is off to a good start! I’m sharing a teaser from my Christmas themed story – which should be out tomorrow (hopefully I can get all the formatting finished inbetween my painkillers lol!). In the meantime though, hope you enjoy 🙂
His expression turned incredulous. “Are you seriously telling me that you’re a grown woman and you actually believe angels are real?”
She lifted her chin and met his gaze defiantly. “I know they are.”
He actually snorted then. “Trust me to get a crazy nanny. I don’t suppose you have some proof of that you’d like to share?”
Laurel smiled. “Angels don’t work on proof. They work on faith.”
“Dear God.” He rolled his eyes and stood up to pace the room. He stopped next to the chair, and loomed over her. “Whatever crazy notions you may have in your head are your problem, but I do not want you trying to make my daughter believe them too.”
Anger surged through her. Before she realized what she was doing she’d pushed back the chair and was glaring up at him. Really, this man was impossible! “I am not crazy and neither are my notions. I would never try to make anyone believe anything. Rachel will know what is right in her heart.”
He glared at her and his hands went to her shoulders, almost as though he was going to shake her. Instead he abruptly froze, his thumbs rubbing against her bare arms, and Laurel found an entirely different emotion running through her.
He slowly lowered his head to hers, giving her plenty of time to move away. Her body seemed incapable of moving, a deer caught in the headlights. His lips brushed hers and all conscious thought seemed to drop away.
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