The Note in the Baby’s Bag Named the Man Who Came Knocking

scrambled across the floorboards and pressed himself against the stove, while the older shepherd refused to move farther than the entry rug. She lay facing Grant, her eyes fixed on the bundle in his arms.

She wasn’t waiting to be rescued.

She was waiting to see whether she had chosen the right man.

Grant had spent seven years trying not to be needed by continue reading …