Reunion By The Sea
Secrets tore them apart…Can the truth bring them together? Ginny Landry’s life is devoted to two things: her daughter’s happiness and safeguarding a long-buried secret. Both of which are in jeopardy when Parker Nolan returns to Temptation Bay looking for his sister, who disappeared years ago. Ginny needs Parker to leave town—now—but can she really watch the only man she’s ever loved walk out of her life again?
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Secrets tore them apart...
Can the truth bring them together?
Ginny Landryâs life is devoted to two things: her daughterâs happiness and safeguarding a long-buried secret. Both of which are in jeopardy when Parker Nolan returns to Temptation Bay looking for his sister, who disappeared years ago. Ginny needs Parker to leave townânowâbut can she really watch the only man sheâs ever loved walk out of her life again?
JO LEIGH is from Los Angeles and always thought sheâd end up living in Manhattan. So how did she end up in Utah in a tiny town with a terrible internet connection, being bossed around by a houseful of rescued cats and dogs? What the heck, she says, predictability is boring. Jo has written more than sixty novels for Mills & Boon. Find her on Twitter, @jo_leigh.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07841-2
REUNION BY THE SEA
© 2018 Jolie Kramer
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To Debbi, for helping me every step of the way.
Contents
âCOME ON, TILDA, get moving. Youâre going to be late.â Ginny Landry checked the wall clock while listening to her daughter bang around in her room. âHey, do you need any help packing?â
âNo. Iâve got it.â Another thud. âAre you trying to get rid of me?â
âOf course not.â Ginny could tell by her voice Tilda was grinning. âOkay, maybe a little.â Wanting a weekend for herselfâwell, with three of her best friends from high schoolâdidnât make Ginny a bad mother. After all, a fifteen-year class reunion happened only once in a lifetime.
âI know you,â Tilda called out, moving to the edge of the stairs. âYou just donât want Kaleyâs mom to come in and start gushing.â
âYouâre right. Thatâs part of it.â Ginny walked out of the kitchen and looked up at Tilda leaning over the railing. âWhereâs your bag?â
Tilda lost the grin. âIâm working on it,â she said, slipping back into her room. âDang. Youâre giving me a complex.â
âIâll send you to therapy,â Ginny called as she walked into the living room, stopping at her piano. When she brushed the keys, her glossy fingernails caught her attention. They looked so pretty.
Yesterday sheâd splurged on a mani-pedi. Because she gave piano lessons, she was always careful to keep her nails trimmed and neat, but sheâd gone all out, letting the woman apply a light beigy-pink color. Ginny looked down and wiggled her matching toenails peeking out from the strappy gold sandals sheâd bought for the weekend festivities. She felt so glamorous. So chic. So...not like herself. But that was the point.
