Evan’s meticulous planning for the polio campaign was going well. The huge map on the wall and the corresponding graph with the number of vaccines delivered was impressive by anybody’s standards. But it wasn’t good enough for Evan. And Violet wasn’t surprised. ...
She leaned back in the well-worn leather chair and turned the pages of the book in front of her. It was one of the classics—Anne of Green Gables—and she’d never had the chance to read it before. Her feet were tucked under her and the sun was streaming through the multi-pan...
Her arms couldn’t hide the slight tremor in them as she carried her precious bundle upstairs to the place she was currently calling ‘home’. This was nothing like she’d imagined. Zachary was six weeks old—he shouldn’t even have been born yet. But his feeding and weight gain had been sufficient for...
They’d fallen into an easy routine. She didn’t seem to have any problem getting up early and joining him on the slopes. Even though she categorically refused to set foot on the snow, she was happy to wait for him at the Seegrube mid-station. It was even more of a relief th...
‘Lara? What on earth...?’ She didn’t wait for her to finish. Rain was dripping off the end of her nose and running down her back as she tried to bump her impossibly heavy case over the entranceway of the house. The case gave a squeak and one of the wheels catapulted merrily into the air, spinning...
‘Of course. I’ll be there directly.’ He stood up and looked around. He was dressed in scrubs so he’d need to change into his uniform. He stuck his head around the door of Blake’s office. ‘Blake, I’ve been told to go to the General’s office.’ Blake looked up. It was obvious...
Things had settled down a bit. Austin Mitchell wasn’t there every time she turned around. Her stomach had stopped doing flip-flops and had reduced itself to a steady buzz. Her senses had stopped being in a state of overdrive. The skin on her fingers had finally stopped tin...
The early morning sun was trying to creep through the blinds. It was brighter than normal, which probably meant it was reflecting off the newly laid white snow. All thoughts of everything returning to normal today vanished in the drop of a snowflake. There was no getting a...
Behind her Lucy giggled nervously. ‘Are you sure this is the right address?’ Cassidy turned to stare at her. ‘You arranged this. How should I know?’ She glanced at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. ‘This is definitely number seventeen.’ She leaned backwards, looking at the 1960s curtains h...
It could be the annoying reporter that had phoned her shop seventeen times this week, trying to get an exclusive on Nancy’s dress. As if. It could be the fact that the bridesmaids were late. Again. Her fingers kept straying to the massive amount of chocolates from Sage’s. If she kept going like t...
She wanted to jump up and down and let out a scream. But professionalism stopped her. Instead, she reached out her hand to take Donovan’s. Zing. The current shot straight up her arm. She couldn’t acknowledge it. She was watching his eyes for any hint that he might have fel...