By Lauren Dane
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Marc Chase I hear. My mom keeps me apprised of all the comings and goings. ” “You were a few grades down from me. ” Olivia sent a raised brow to Tate, who laughed. ” Tate turned back to Lily as they moved to put all the bags of food on the counter. “Give me an update. ” She told them a little, just the basics. If Nathan was still close to his sister—and she knew he would be—he’d tell her himself. He valued family; it was one of the things she’d admired about him, and he and Tate were especially tight.
And yep, Pamela is my mother. You’re not from around here. ” Cassie laughed, and the little girl she held laughed and clapped as well. “Thank you. Not originally. I didn’t plan to end up here. But a few minutes after I drove into town, I was rear-ended by the woman who turned out to be my future mother-in-law. I was a goner when I saw all eleven feet of handsome gorgeous that was her son. Oh and look, it’s my sister-in-law. ” Lily turned to see a petite blonde with a baby so clearly her own in one of those baby-carrier things women wore, her hands full of bags.
Not just handsome, but that sort of gorgeous a southern girl like herself was absolutely helpless against. Hell, any woman anywhere. Nathan Murphy was all southern honey. He had that slow, sexy delivery. His voice had the right amount of smoke, always the hint of a smile. That sound that’d been, and most likely still was, a magnet to underpants all across Georgia. He moved that way too, took his time to look around. Always late but he was so charming he got away with it. A cruel twist of fate that he’d turned out so well.