The Sisters Calloway Book One: Saving Pale Moon

The man stared as she tore the scarf from her face, a stunned look shining clear in his widened eyes. "Oh, sweet Jesus, you look just like my Abby."

"Abby?"

He shook his head, pulling his Stetson from it as if only now realizing his bad manners. "Oh, name's Frank Hunter. Abby's husband."

"I'm Jessica Callaway," she said softly. "Jessie."

"Jessica?" He shook his head again, studying her features. "Jessie. That was one of the names she'd picked for you. Unbelievable."

She should feel uncomfortable by his statement, but she didn't. His open attitude, filled with total astonishment, touched a deep part of her heart. She sensed his unasked questions, yet she didn't feel threatened by them. Maybe she'd made the right choice.

"I guess I should go get Abby."

Jessie slipped off her gloves and hat before unzipping and removing her heavy coat. She shoved the accessories into its deep pockets and turned toward the man.

"I still can't believe how much you look like her."

"I'm glad."

"Abby's going to be happy," he whispered. "I can't wait to see her expression when she gets a gander at you." A tear drifted from the far corner of her eye. She wiped it away. "So I did make the right choice coming here?" "Girl," he said, a cornucopia of wrinkles scarring his face with his smile. "My Abby has been waiting thirty years to meet you. We both have. She'd almost given up hope until you called last year."

"I hope I've done the right thing."

His lopsided grin warmed her. Any anger, any pain or resentment because of the past seemed to flee from the man. "Are you ready to meet her, Jessie?"

"Yes." She swallowed another dried breath deep into her unyielding lungs and hugged her wet coat close. "Yes, I'm ready."

Oh, sweet Jesus, don't let me regret this.