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Read the Prologue: Love's Long Road
“Denver, I don’t want to do this,” she said.
“You don’t have a choice. I’m not ready to be a father to my children or anyone else’s. You should have thought about precautions a month ago. I’m not even sure it's mine. Now, get in there and take care of it,” he growled.
“Don’t put this all on me. It was your responsibility, too. Of course it’s yours. There is no one else,” she shot back. “Still, I don’t want to do this.”
“I don’t care! I made the appointment, and I paid for it. Now get out of here!” he shouted, giving her a shove. She scrambled out of the car and walked towards the abortion clinic. She stepped inside and walked up to the desk.
“Can I help you?” the receptionist asked.
“Yes, my name is Lakelynn Lane. I have an eleven o’clock appointment.”
“Okay…yep, there you are. Have a seat and someone will get you when it’s time.”
“Thank you.”
She sat in the clinic waiting room, a gigantic knot in her stomach. So much had happened since her dad and brother had passed away in a car accident three months ago. She never dreamed she would be in this position. Her mind drifted back to when she got the call.
Read the Prologue: Finding Home Again (Steele Family Saga Book 3)
Read the First Pages of Brock's Bad Temper (And The Time Machine)
His sister, Brenda, was the kindness queen. The total opposite of Brock, always nice and never mean. She was good to her friends and always helpful to her teachers. Sometimes on Sundays, she would take baked goods to their preacher. Even though she loved him, Brock was really a pest. Once in a while, his sourpuss attitude would put her friendships to the test. They would get so tired of him. For crying out loud, would he give it a rest? She would just shrug her shoulders and take it in stride. Together they would smile and roll their eyes, then decide where to play, indoors or outside.
One day at recess, Brock was being so mean, stomping and snorting and causing a scene. Brenda went over to put her own words to the test.
"Brock Edward Bean, stop being so mean! It's not all about you. You won't always get your way. If you keep this up, you may get a black eye someday. Everyone is tired of your stomping and snorting and causing a scene. Eventually, you'll wind up in the bad temper time machine!" she yelled at him.
"Bad temper time machine?! What is that? What do you mean?!" he shot back.
"Don't kid yourself because it happened to me. I used to get red in the face and have a temper streak. But one night I was in my room, putting on my pajamas. Suddenly I looked up and my heart went bananas. I wasn't in my closet anymore. I was in a cabin, standing on the hardwood floor. Then I got a whooping with a switch before I went out the door. I ran and ran, I screamed and I cried. Then suddenly in our home I was back inside."
"That could never happen. It will never happen to me," he shot back.
"Well, when we go home tonight, you'll have to wait and see," she said, turning around and walking away.