After the Storm (Cottonwood Cove, #5)

by Laura Pavlov

The way his brows furrowed as he watched the car drive away had my heart threatening to burst. The protective stance, the concern—it was everything I knew he’d be as a father. But witnessing it was different. Witnessing it hurt me in a way that I couldn’t explain to even myself. I was getting a glimpse of the life that should have been mine. Time had never been on our side. And that certainly hadn’t changed.

something special she wanted. But years later, during one of our heated fights, she admitted Raven was a nickname that you’d given her. That it was a reminder of a time when she was actually happy.” He sipped his wine. “How do I compete with that?”