Runaway Bride Returns!
If Owen Marston hadn't already been flat on his back in a hospital bed, he might have been tempted to knock himself out so he didn't have to deal with the family members gathered around him. Less than twenty-four hours had passed since he'd been admitted, and already he couldn't wait to get out of this place with its pink plastic pitchers and beeping machinery. He craved time alone, but he was managing to keep it together okay, mostly by pretending he wasn't here and by pretending that what actually had happened had not.
To that end, he tuned out his mother's conversation and thought of his spacious condo, his big bed, his large-screen TV. Solitude. God, he needed it.
"And your hair still smells like smoke," his mother said, the anxious edge of her voice breaking into his reverie. Her fingers worried the pearls at her throat. "Caro, don't you think your brother's hair still smells like smoke?"
"Mom," Caro replied, her voice patient. "It doesn't matter that Owen's hair smells like smoke. It's no big deal that the thread count on the sheets isn't up to snuff, and that the pattern of the curtains is an offense to anyone with taste. This is a hospital, not a ... read full excerpt from: Runaway Bride Returns! ebook
