Randi tried to shake off the strange residual emotion fol-
lowing her visit to the Amesport cemetery on the way
home that day.
It felt odd that somebody else was apparently visiting
her foster parents' graves on a daily basis. The path was
still clear, even though they'd had some light snow since
she'd last been there, and the calla lily and the rose were
still entwined and lying between the markers. The problem
was . . . they were perfect. There was no way they were the
same flowers. The two flowers and leaving them there daily
with the same tag with only words: Thank You!
As she opened her email, Randi wondered at the iden-
city of the unknown person.
One time hadn't really made her this about it, but now
that it seemed to be happening every day, it was making her
curious as to what her foster parents had done for whoever
was apparently honoring them.
A note from S. distracted her from her musings.
Dear M.,
Just checking in to see how you're doing.
How's your new relationship? Have you
changed your mind about making it into
something permanent?
Randi smiled sadly at the one from S. She'd already
given up on writing to him only from the Center. He knew
plenty about her, enough to find her if he so desired. Some-
how she knew he'd never intrude on her life unless she
water to meet him. besides, he had a woman of his own
now.
Dear S.,
No. No change. He has to leave tomorrow
morning. Important business.
He replied.
Dear M.,
Are you okay with that?
She wasn't okay at all, but it was reality, and she always
knew her relationship with Evan could never be more than
temporary. She answered.
Dear S.,
Yeah. I'm fine. I always knew it could never
be anything more than a brief interlude. I can
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The Billionaire's Touch
RomanceAfter a troubling childhood, wealthy Evan Sinclair likes life orderly and controlled. He rarely gives in to spontaneously urges--until he begins a chance correspondence with a mystery woman who sounds like his complete opposite...
