Her Texas Rebel. LeAnne Bristow

the cat that ate the canary.” Her dad stood in the hallway and grinned.

      Sabrina closed the book and stretched out across her bed. “That’s how I feel.”

      “Are you sorry you came home?”

      The question surprised her. She’d been too ashamed to visit after Levi was born, but Salt Creek would always be home. What would people think of her now? After all, she’d found acceptance by excelling at school.

      “No, Dad, I’m not.” She got up and padded across the carpet to brush a kiss against her father’s cheek. “It’s one of the few decisions I got right.”