A Dad At Last. Marie Ferrarella

she spoke, it all came vividly back to her. The words, the moment, the look in his eyes as he took her into his arms and kissed her. She could almost feel his lips on hers. She’d never felt so happy in her life. Before or since.

      “When I tried to comfort him, well, one thing just seemed to lead to another….” She let her voice drift off.

      Megan tried to read between the lines and wasn’t sure she liked what she was reading. “He forced himself on you?”

      Lacy’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, no, no,” she protested quickly. “He’s never been anything but a complete gentleman.” A sad smile teased the corners of her mouth. “A little too much so. I’ve always had feelings for him, but it was sort of a one-way street.”

      Relieved that her grandchild hadn’t been conceived as a result of an assault, Megan smiled at the young woman beside her.