“Then…”
“It was the heritage, the home. I finally realized.” She swayed toward him, and his arms automatically wrapped around her.
“I was searching for the family I never had. And you gave it to me.”
His chest expanded almost painfully.
She was his. She was here forever.
“Welcome home, Sydney,” he whispered against her hair. “We’ve been waiting for you all along.”
BARBARA DUNLOP
writes romantic stories while curled up in a log cabin in Canada’s far north, where bears outnumber people and it snows six months of the year. Fortunately, she has a brawny husband and two teenage children to haul firewood and clear the driveway while she sips cocoa and muses about her upcoming chapters. Barbara loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her Web site at www.barbaradunlop.com.
