The reviewer certified that no compensation was received from the reviewed item producer, trademark owner or any other institution, related with the item reviewed. She turned toward the door, not looking forward to the moment when she'd be alone with Gabe Flanagan. She squared her shoulders, reaching deep for confidence. And all too soon the courage she witnessed in his actions disarmed her. He nodded toward the sprawling brick two-story his grandfather had built for his expanding family. Thanks to Dutch elm disease, the street was now lined with maples, but no one had suggested changing the name.
Take my word for it. He shot Gabe a look that demanded agreement. He almost said so, but the elevator reached the garage level, and the few minutes it took to evade several people getting on while they got off was long enough to make him think before he spoke. She'd found her own way of dealing with that bitter voice over the years. Tell him someone else would work out better.
That meant she had to make the man cooperate, whether he wanted to or not. Flanagan looked as if it would give him great pleasure to rip her head off. Apparently the audience was over. Marta and her husband live in a centuries-old farmhouse in a quiet central Pennsylvania valley. She slowed as they reached the garage exit. Always were, always will be. That meant she had to make the man cooperate, whether he wanted to or not.
She planted her feet more firmly in plush carpeting that seemed to reach to her ankles. The denial burned in his brain. Maybe we ought to talk. This cousin now wants to take over Davis' share of the company, which would give him a bigger portion than anyone else. She suppressed a flicker of panic. She couldn't really blame the man. She ventured the question and was rewarded with a flash of barely controlled fury in eyes so deep a blue that they were almost black.
You mentioned that in your application. I already know it works. If his square jaw got any tighter, it might break. Instead she saw her farm, her animals, and the people she could help with this money. For a moment she didn't seem to see the elegant office with its wide windows looking out on the centuries-old city square.
Excellent, Henley said, rubbing his palms together in pleasure. That way you can meet all of the Flanagans at once. This is an excel beginning to what promises to be a series of rewarding, satisfying novels. The May sunshine had brought into full bloom the magnolia tree his mother had planted in the front yard. There was that passion again, flaring in her eyes as she shot a look at him. But Link's growing feelings for Annie were proving difficult.
She swung back around, apprehension a hard ball in her stomach. Her work deserved the support of the Henley grant. Then she lifted a level eyebrow. But his injury had convinced Gabe he had nothing to offer. She swung the passenger door open and held it for him. He tensed at the sight of the cars in the curving driveway.
Apparently the audience was over. She was going to have some fierce words for Claire. When was the most recent one? He was obviously in complete denial, which hardly made him a good candidate to convince the Henley Foundation that they should sink a ton of money into saving her service animal program. One last thing, Henley said. That's easier to achieve with a young client. Why does it matter so much to you? Readers of Amish fiction will surely be waiting anxiously for her next book. She stopped the car and turned to look at him, apparently knowing he had more to say on the subject.
The silence was stretching too long. After the death of her sister, Annie takes charge of her niece, now an orphan. Marta lives in an old farmhouse in Pennsylvania with her husband and spends her winters in South Carolina. She focused on Henley across the barricade of the desk. She had to believe that if she were to make a difference.
We have to set a deadline, of course. He tapped the mesh screen behind the front seat as she turned the ignition. Look, you said it yourself. But when tragedy left twenty—month—old Marcy, Link's goddaughter and Annie's niece, parentless, the two stepped in to protect her—by getting married. The only problem I had with this story was Annie's reaction at Link turning down the offer near the end of the book.