Wanting to be closer to Eddie, Shawn got up, crossed the room and finally stopped to lean against the white tiled countertop
Eddie looked at her. Really looked at her.
Shawn’s chin was tilted up, her mouth curved in a forced smile. And her eyes—those eyes he could read, always.
Before he could think about what he was doing, he gave in to instinct. To what his heart wanted. To what he needed. Stepping back, he curved his arms around Shawn and pulled her close.
Automatically she wrapped her arms around him, tucked her chin against his chest and leaned close. Her clean scent filled his senses. Her soft skin felt incredibly familiar.
Right then, out of the blue, Eddie realized that all those feelings that he used to have for Shawn were still alive and well.
Dear Reader,
Though it seems not all that long ago, I remember the exact moment I met my husband. It was the second week of summer school before our freshman year in college. He was sitting at a lunch table in an old T-shirt and gym shorts and had a cast on his right arm. I had on a black sundress. Someone—I forget who—introduced us, and right then and there I knew he was the guy for me.
This past July we celebrated our twentieth anniversary.
I wish I could say that we’ve never had a single disagreement, but that wouldn’t be the truth. We’ve definitely had our ups and downs! But it’s because of them—not in spite of them—that we’re still happily married.
When I got the opportunity to write about a couple having some trouble but still very much in love, I jumped at the chance. It was fun and challenging to write a romance about two people who’ve been through so much but still have a lot to learn—about themselves and each other.
I hope you enjoy the book.
I love to hear from readers. Please visit my Web site at www.shelleygalloway.com and let me know how you liked the book.
All my best,
Shelley Galloway
Baby Makes Six
Shelley Galloway
MILLS & BOON
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Shelley Galloway loves to get up early, drink too much coffee and write books. These pastimes come in handy during her day-to-day life in southern Ohio. Most days she can be found driving her teenagers to their various activities, writing romances in her basement or trying to get ahead of her pile of laundry. She’s also been known to talk to her miniature dachshund, Suzy, as if she actually has opinions about books.
Shelley is the proud recipient of an RT Book Reviews Reviewer’s Choice Award for her 2006 release, Simple Gifts. Shelley attends several conferences every year and loves to meet readers. She also spends a lot of time online. Please visit her at eHarlequin.com or at www.shelleygalloway.com.
This book is for Tom, of course.
The past twenty-five years
sure wouldn’t have been as wonderful without you.
Contents
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
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
Chapter One
Shawn Wagner shifted an overstuffed beach bag from one shoulder to the other and tried to concentrate on how good the cool, damp sand felt underneath her toes. The Florida surf crashed gently against the shore, the waves foaming along the coastline, rhythmically calming her nerves and reminding her how much was inevitable.
Just like the tide rolling in, she, too, would go on. Being pregnant again wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.
But still…this pregnancy had caught her by surprise.
She strolled along, frustrated that she couldn’t find the spot where they’d set up camp yesterday. It was so perfect, too. Quiet, near three big rocks. A wide patch of sand for the girls to build sand castles in.
But…none of the rocks they were walking by looked familiar. As the girls giggled and marched in front of her, Shawn paused again. Had they gone left after the third green garbage can or right?
“Mommy, what are you doing?” Mary called.
“Trying to remember where we set all our stuff yesterday.”
“Oh.” Ever eager to please, Mary stood by her side like a little sentry, looking this way and that.
But really, every spot on the beach looked pretty much the same.
“Kit, do you remember where we were yesterday?”
Her five-year-old looked around. “Uh-huh.”
“You sure?”
“Uh-huh!” Grabbing three-year-old Elsie’s hand, Kit started walking again. “Come on. It’s this way.”
Slipping her hand into Mary’s outstretched one, Shawn grinned. “Let’s follow our leader.”
“How come Kit always knows where to go?”
“I don’t know. I guess she’s got a lot of your daddy in her.”
“I never remember.” Worriedly, Mary chewed on her lip. “Does that mean I’m like you?”
It was humbling to realize that her middle child was actually worried about that possibility. “Maybe.” When they finally reached their destination and stopped in front of Kit, who was holding Elsie’s hand with more patience than usual, Shawn said, “Good