“You can’t expect to open up the book of my life and jump right into the middle of it,”
Trey Blackfox said as he leaned in a little farther into her personal space.
“Don’t worry, The Autobiography of a Serial Dater isn’t on my reading list,” Sasha quipped.
Trey chuckled and the sound magically dissipated the knot that had formed in her stomach from the moment he’d crowded into the car.
“Actually, The Trials and Tribulations of Being the Youngest Son is the story of my life.”
“You don’t look traumatized to me,” Sasha said.
“It’s the years of therapy,” he replied.
“And which kind did you have—shock or psychoanalysis?”
While he searched for a snappy comeback, Trey’s legs spread out and their knees touched for a moment. Sasha almost spilled her drink. The brief contact sent a shiver through her body. It had been too long a time since a man’s touch had triggered a reaction in her….
ANGELA WEAVER
is a Southern girl by way of Tennessee. She’s lived in Philadelphia, Atlanta, Washington, D.C., New York and Tokyo, Japan. An avid reader and occasional romantic optimist, she began writing her first novel on a dare and hasn’t stopped since. Having heeded the call to come home to the South, she has returned to Atlanta. On weekends, she can be found hiking in the North Georgia Mountains, scuba diving or working on her next book.
A Love to Remember
Angela Weaver
My idea of friendship
Not the easiest to understand
Or to embrace
Some have come
And others have gone
This book is for Mrs. B, Courtney B and Latoya K
When I wish for laughter, love, advice, inspiration
or to share some pain
You are my blessing
Thank you.
Dear Reader,
I hope that when you close the book with the end of Trey and Sasha’s story, you’ll do so with a smile on your face and twinkle in your eye. And although their youngest brother has settled into blissful domesticity, Caleb Blackfox and Marius Blackfox are still in for romantic challenges in their lives. I hope you’ll join me in my next book featuring Caleb and Miranda Tyler’s story.
Miranda Tyler had tried her best never to set foot back in her hometown of Cartersville, Georgia. But after her older brother’s injury in a car accident, the analyst for the U.S. Department of Justice is back…but, she’s not alone. Charged with the responsibility of hiding a ten-year-old witness in a high-profile murder case, Miranda is dead set on avoiding the one man she’s never forgot. But when Caleb Blackfox learns that his first love is back in town, he’s determined to pull out all the stops to keep Miranda safe and in his arms for a lifetime.
I enjoy writing about love and sharing my stories with you. I also enjoy hearing from you, so please feel free to e-mail me ([email protected]) or to check out my Web site at www.angelaweaver.com.
Smiles,
Angela Weaver
Acknowledgments
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
—The Prophet
Contents
Chapter 1
Malay Peninsula, Southeast Asia
“Tell me this isn’t a mirage and that I won’t wake up with snakes or lizards in my sleeping bag,” Thorne demanded for the second time.
“This isn’t a mirage. We’re actually here,” Sasha replied to the wildlife photographer. A second later, her hands finally found the right combination to unfold the portable canvas chair. Even under the shade of the high trees and a tent top, the humidity of the rainforest had beads of sweat popping up all over her forehead. For the third time that afternoon, she longingly thought of her last trip to the Australian Outback. Having flown from an oven to a sauna, she preferred the former to the latter. No matter how much she tried to keep cool and dry, nothing worked. Any day now, she expected fungus to start growing on her khakis and cotton shirt.
“Okay…okay,” he rushed. “Now tell me again that we’re getting paid for this trip.”
“We will be paid once we complete the assignment,” she carefully explained. Graced with movie-star looks, blue eyes, curly flaxen hair and an ability to be at the right place at the right time with the right photographic equipment, Thorne Roswell could have pursued a career in fashion or commercial photography. Yet, like her, his love of animals and conservation drove him to seek out some of the world’s most elusive wildlife.
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