The Drifter's Gift. Lauryn Chandler
and father might as well see right up front what he was getting. This was a working kitchen, and she was a working mom. Back in the days when she’d been a well-paid legal secretary in Los Angeles, she would have worn a skirt and heels for a daytime appointment, silk pants and sandals for evening. Now she was a twenty-eight-year-old single mother with a cesarean scar hiding beneath her jeans and no time.for makeup. The last time she had used mascara, it was to fill in a chip on her coffee table.
So she had a choice. She could either put Sam Mclean off until tomorrow, scour the house, run out to buy a tube of lipstick and pretend she was Jane Seymour—Who, me, perspire? It was only twins
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