The Real Father (Twins) (Harlequin Superromance No. 927) - Plot & Excerpts
By then it was nearly six-thirty. Thanking heaven for whoever invented daylight savings time, Molly noted gratefully that the sun was only now beginning to sink. The clouds in the west had turned a color that she would always think of as Cuspian gold. Shock and fear made the next few minutes rather a blur. Thinking back on it all later, Molly would only hazily remember getting out of the car, or following Jackson across the bluff to where he thought the cave might be. It had been years since he’d played there, and the bluff was notched with a dozen potential “caves.” She knew that she had stood there, calling Liza’s name, while Jackson roamed farther downriver, calling Tommy, but she didn’t really remember it. She had only a fuzzy recollection of the cool evening wind blowing across her face, and being afraid that it might blow away the sound of her voice. But mostly all those moments were like a half-remembered dream. The first thing she would clearly recall was the small, sweet sound of Liza’s voice.
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