Fool's Gold #2
Liz Sutton gets an email from her oldest niece. Melissa and Abby are living on their own after their dad, Liz's brother, went to prison. His wife left the girls. Melissa is only 14. She has never met Liz and hopes that she will help them. They are alone and scared. There are no utilities. Liz decides to pack up and head to Fool's Gold. The next day Ethan Hendrix comes to the house. He saw her in the crowd during the festival. Liz gets scared. She tells him that she did not come here to cause any trouble. She will be getting the girls and leaving town. Ethan is stunned. He doesn't know why she is saying this. She tells him about how she came to town five years ago and told his wife about Tyler. She got his letter two weeks later telling her to never come back and he didn't want anything to do with her or her son. Ethan is stunned. His wife never told him. He is angry. He lost 11 years of his son's life. Will Ethan forgive Liz? Or Rayanne, his dead wife? Will Liz let Ethan have time with Tyler?
Back in high school, Liz Sutton was the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Then she'd stolen the heart of the most popular boy in town, and their secret romance helped her through the worst of times. Until Ethan Hendrix betrayed her and everything they'd ever meant to each other. Devastated and pregnant, Liz left Fool's Gold, California-forever, she thought...
Now Liz must return to town and face the man who doesn't know of their son's existence. And this time she won't have the option of making a quick getaway. Ethan and Liz can't deny their passionate attraction, even after all these years. But will their desire be enough to spark a second chance at love?
Liz Sutton had always known the past was going to come back and bite her in the butt—she just hadn’t known it was going to happen today.
Her morning had started normally enough, with getting her son off to school, then going down the hall to her office, where she managed to write five fairly decent pages before having to stop for some serious pacing, followed by deleting three of the five pages. She was trying to figure out who she was planning to murder in the first chapter of her new book, not to mention how they would be murdered. Was decapitation just too predictable? Luckily her assistant knocked on her door, sparing her from making a decision.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Peggy said, frowning slightly as she held out a piece of paper. “But I thought you’d want to read this.”
Liz took the single sheet. It was an e-mail, sent to her website. There was a link there for fans to get in touch with her. Peggy handled most of the e-mails, but every now and then she found something she didn’t know what to do with.
“A crazed stalker type?” Liz asked, pathetically grateful for the interruption. When the writing was going slowly, even a death threat was more thrilling than the current work in progress.
“Not exactly. She says she’s your niece.”
Liz scanned the sheet.
Dear Aunt Liz,
My name is Melissa Sutton. My dad is your brother Roy. I’m fourteen years old and my sister Abby is eleven. A few months ago, our dad went to prison. His new wife, our stepmom, said she would take care of us, but she changed her mind and left. I thought Abby and me would be fine. I’m really mature for my age. My teachers say that all the time.
She’s been gone a while now and I’m really scared. I haven’t told Abby because she’s still a kid, but I don’t know if we can make it. I don’t want to tell Dad what happened because he really liked Bettina and he’ll be sad she didn’t wait for him.
So I thought maybe you could help. I know we haven’t met before, but I’ve read all your books and I really like them.
Hope to hear from you soon. Your niece, Melissa.
P.S. I’m using the computer at the library, so you can’t e-mail me back. But here’s our phone number. Even though the lights are off, the phone still works at home.
P.P.S. We’re living in your old house in Fool’s Gold.
Liz read the e-mail a second time, trying to get the words to make sense. Roy was back in Fool’s Gold. Or at least he had been, before heading off to prison.
She hadn’t seen her brother in nearly eighteen years. He was a lot older and had left the summer she’d turned twelve. She’d never heard from him again. Apparently he’d married a couple of times and had kids. Daughters. Girls who were living alone in a house that had been rundown and disgusting twelve years ago. She doubted there had been many improvements since.
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