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The Dark Elf Trilogy: Exile (The Dark Elf Trilogy #2) One Silent Night (Dark-Hunter #15)

The two elves looked at each other and then tucked away their knitting. Fine, Left Elf said. We’ll just go straight to her at home then.

Really cool, Amber butted in. He’s been hanging out with us this week. Did you know Evan has a boat? You should see these pictures he has of himself wakeboarding. He’s even been in a tournament.Were Braden and I really making up in front of Amber? I felt cheated. I wanted a fence make-up, where we had the moon and the stars and nobody else but the two of us. Where we got to tell each other how stupid we’d been and what great friends we were. Cool, was all I could manage.

Vanish (Firelight #2)

You okay? he asked.I focused really hard on the television, determined not to cry. I wished the sappy movie playing out in front of me was a baseball game. I gasped. We’re not missing the A’s for this are we?We’re recording the game, Amber said. A bet is a bet.

Bloody Fabulous: Stories of Fantasy and Fashion

Since when would Braden let a bet supersede a game? I would not let this bother me. I gripped the armrest harder. One of his hands went to my knee and he started to write letters out with his finger. I tried to concentrate, but each letter sent tingles up my leg. I had no idea what he was spelling. I shrugged and he started over. This time I concentrated harder. D-O-N-T-B-E-M-A-D-I-W-A-N-T-T-O-W-A-T-C-H-T-H-E-G-A-M-E-T-O-O.I took his hand and turned it palm up on my knee, then spelled out Y-O-U-S-U-C-K.

The girl in the movie was giving some sort of speech to her best friend about why she needed to fight for the guy. I had no idea what she was saying, though, because Braden’s hand remained on my knee, palm up, long after I finished my message to him. It was the only part of him that touched me, and my entire knee burned. It distracted me from any coherent thought. Why did he leave it there? Shouldn’t he move it? Was he just into the movie and didn’t realize where his hand was? We’d sat next to each other on the couch for years. He was probably just so comfortable with me that he didn’t even think twice about his hand on my knee. And yet here I was getting all obsessed about it—reading way more into it than was necessary. It was a hand. It was a knee. They happened to be touching. Big deal.

Have you called Evan yet? Amber asked. We should invite him over. Let’s do something fun tonight.‘Don’t be afraid to accept help. You’re a new mother, and you’re healing. You should take all the help that’s offered, and if none is offered, don’t be afraid to ask. What about your mother, is she close?’

It was the standard advice she offered, but Sarah flinched at it and for the first time Emily noticed how thin the other woman was. Her belly was still slightly distended from the pregnancy, but her arms were skinny, poking out of the sleeves of her woollen sweater.‘My mom died last year,’ Sarah said.

Outside In (Insiders #2)

Emily must have looked stricken, because Sarah’s eyes widened. ‘It’s OK,’ she said quickly, ‘it’s all right; it’s just that she loved babies. She was wicked good with babies. People called her the baby whisperer. She could take any baby, and make it stop crying within like a second.’The baby was full-out crying now, red-faced. Sarah stood and took the carrier in her arms, rocking it back and forth.

‘Well, that sounds like a very useful talent to have,’ said Emily.‘Especially in the middle of the night, right?’ Sarah laughed nervously over the sound of the infant. ‘Anyway, is that all?’

‘Just keep taking your antibiotics until they’re all gone, and if you think you’re not healing properly, don’t hesitate to make another appointment.’‘OK. I will. Thanks, doctor.’ She picked up the baby and left, and Emily turned back to her computer, stabbing the ‘return’ key. The machine started to make a whirring sound.

There were times, in the middle of the night, when Emily had wanted her own mother. Adam had been an easy baby, on the whole, but every baby had wakeful nights; every baby got a fever. She recalled one night when he had been hot, inconsolable. Robbie and she had taken turns walking him around the house, holding him, crooning, rocking, soothing. Nothing had worked. His hands were little fists, his face a constant scream. Finally, she had sent Robbie to bed to catch some sleep before work while she circled the house singing every lullaby she could remember. He’d stopped crying as the sun came up. When she touched his face it was cool. Adam fell asleep in her arms and outside the windows the sun was coming up over the bay. Over the ocean that stretched eastward all the way to the country where her own mother was at that very moment. The water that separated them and connected them.She’d thought of the photographs of herself as an infant in her mother’s arms. There was one in a silver frame in her parents’ house, on a table with several other photographs of Emily as a young child, her sister Polly as a baby and toddler. In the photograph, her mother’s hair was swept up into a chignon; she wore a white blouse with a lace-edged collar, and she held the sleeping Emily wrapped in a crocheted blanket. Emily remembered the blanket. It had been pink. She somehow remembered the texture and scent of her mother’s blouse in that photograph, too, though that was surely impossible and she had made it up because of the picture.

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