Aidanâs eyes narrowed to slits. âWas being the operative word.â
Her heart pounded so hard, Yvonne was sure he could see it fluttering the ruffles on her shirt. âWife being the important one. I just want to make sure we can work together.â
âYou really donât know why my mother hired you, do you?â
Suddenly uneasy, she kept any hint of it out of her tone as she said, âShe hired me to plan her wedding. And because the Diamond Dust needs someone to help coordinate events.â
âFirst of all, we only decided to start hosting events Sunday nightâand before you start counting, that was only three days ago. And, out of all the events coordinators in the South, she hired you. It never occurred to you to wonder why?â
Yvonne brushed a piece of dog hair off her skirt. âShe needed someone with experience. Someone willing to relocateââ
âShe hired you,â he said flatly, âbecause she thinks if we work together, if youâre back in Jewell, youâll get back in my life. She hired you because she wants us to get back together.â
Dear Reader,
I firmly believe in second chances. Maybe thatâs why I love reunion stories so much. Going along on the journey with two people whoâve drifted apart only to find their way together again always leaves me with a smile and a sense of closureâitâs as if things have finally turned out the way they were meant to.
Thatâs how I feel about Feels Like Home. Though Aidan and Yvonne have been divorced for many years, they were meant to be together. Unfortunately, bringing them back together wasnât as easy as Iâd hoped!
If youâve read either A Marine for Christmas or The Prodigal Son you know Aidan is stubborn, bossy and a bit arrogant. So, of course, getting him to realize heâd made his fair share of mistakes during his short-lived marriage wasnât easy. But it was so worth it.
I try to make sure my characters earn their happy ending, that they grow and change as a result of the conflicts in the story. But mostly, I want them to become their best selves by loving, and receiving love from, the person they were meant to be with.
Though both Aidan and Yvonne have changed since she walked out on him years ago, the past is right there, between them every step of the way. Only when theyâre able to see the other in the present, only when theyâre able to forgive, can they move on to the future.
I canât believe itâs time to say goodbye to The Diamond Dust and the Sheppards. I had a great time getting to know these characters and writing their stories, and I hope you enjoyed reading them, as well.
I love to hear from readers. Please visit my website, www.bethandrews.net, or write to me at P.O. Box 714, Bradford, PA 16701.
Beth Andrews
Romance Writers of America RITA® Award Winner Beth Andrews lives in Northwestern Pennsylvania with her husband and two teenage daughters. During the course of writing her Diamond Dust trilogy, she purchased copious amounts of wine, purely for research purposes. When not drinkingâ¦erâ¦researching she can be found in the passenger seat of her SUV gripping the dashboard, slamming her foot on a nonexistent brake and praying fervently. Or, in other words, teaching her older daughter to drive. She still counts the days until her son returns from collegeâmainly because he already knows how to drive. Learn more about Beth and her books by visiting her website, www.BethAndrews.net.
This book is dedicated to all whose lives have
been touched by cancer. And to the men and women who devote their lives to finding a cure.
My sincere gratitude to Mitzi Batterson of James
River Cellars Winery in Glen Allen, VA.
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
OH, DEAR LORD, what had she gotten herself into?
A cool breeze blew Yvonne Delisleâs hair into her eyes and she impatiently tucked it behind her ear as she stared up at the ancient carriage house. Her career as a wedding consultant, the sixteen years sheâd spent on the pageant circuit and, most importantly, being the only child of Savannah social royalty Richard and Elaine Delisle, had all taught her one very important fact.
Appearances counted.
Especially when it came to weddings. So why on earth retired senator Allen Wallace and vineyard owner Diane Sheppard would want to have theirs in this particular building was beyond her. The wood siding was weathered and mottled, ranging from a dull gray to deep tan. Shingles were sliding off the steeply pitched roof. What glass was left in the windows was scratched beyond repair, and the left side of the overhang above the double carriage doors dropped precariously.
She tucked her cold fingers into the short pockets of her fitted jacket. Then again, it wasnât up to her to decide where her couples got married. If it was, the Shields-Larson wedding never wouldâve taken place at a dairy farmâcomplete with mooing cows and the pungent smell of manure.