“Hiding had been effortless in New York City. Getting lost in a sea of people was as easy as stepping onto a crowded Subway car. Sweet Laurel Cove would be very different. Generations of families filled its church pews, ran… — Teresa Tysinger Copy Share Image
“Their eyes locked. Again, heat rose to Livy's cheeks. He needed to stop looking at her that way. She never should have noticed the… — Teresa Tysinger Copy Share Image
“Hiding had been effortless in New York City. Getting lost in a sea of people was as easy as stepping onto a crowded Subway… — Teresa Tysinger Copy Share Image
“Livy hadn’t anticipated meeting anyone and wasn’t ready to explain why the last few years of her life had worn her so much, leaving… — Teresa Tysinger Copy Share Image
“His eyes settled due west and gazed through the silhouetted, leaf-bare branches to the now-black rolling hills of the mountains he called home. The… — Teresa Tysinger Copy Share Image
