At The Texan's Pleasure
What was she doing?
Molly Stewart Bailey couldn't ignore her queasy stomach a moment longer, so she pulled off the highway onto the side of the road. Quickly she turned to see if her unexpected action had awakened her son Trent who was sound asleep in his car seat, his head lobbed to one side. For a second Molly considered jumping out of the car and propping his head back upright.
She squelched that idea as traffic was swishing by her at a rapid rate and in her present state of despair, she was liable to get run over. Still, she paused and continued to look at her son, who favored her, with dark brown hair, smoky blue eyes and clearly defined features.
A friend once told Molly she had the most uncluttered face ever. When she recalled that, it made her smile.
Not today.
Her mind was in too much turmoil; maybe that was why she kept her eyes on her child.
The only feature he had of his father was...
Suddenly Molly slammed the door shut on that thought. Now was the worst possible time to travel down memory lane. As it was, it would take every ounce of fortitude and courage she could muster to do what she w ... read full excerpt from: At the Texan's Pleasure ebook
