Love Practically (The Penn-Leiths of Thistle Muir, #1)

by Nichole Van

Moreover, Leah Penn-Leith seemed the sort of woman who, if the world went topsy-turvy, would simply set-to, cleaning up.

In that moment, she viscerally hated every other woman who had experienced more of him than she ever would.

Seeing the two of them together did something to Leah’s chest. It was warmth and agonizing ache rolled into a solitary tight ball. Warmth . . . because any man who loved a child like this must be blessed with a true and loyal heart. Ache . . . because Leah harbored no hope that Fox would ever look at her with such adoration. That there would ever be children of their own to love together.