He Chose His Brothers Widow
Language: en
For our tenth anniversary getaway this Memorial Day weekend, Wesley specifically asked me to arrive two hours late. He told me he’d drive up to the mountain lodge first to handle the check-in, so I wouldn’t have to rush. But I finished up at the office early. I drove up the winding mountain roads and rolled my two suitcases into the rustic, timber-framed lobby. When I looked up, I saw him holding Gina’s hand. He didn’t panic when he saw me. He didn’t drop her hand, either. "Megan. You're early." I stood completely still, the ambient hum of the lobby fading into a sudden, vacuum-like…