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it to a place of bliss. I loved that woman more than life and hated that at one time I could have ever doubted the kind of woman she was. And our love grew stronger every day.

It took a while for Adam to warm up to me, and I understood the hostility. I’d hurt his sister. It took a while before he even spoke a full sentence to me. But now we’d settled into an easy friendship. He gotten a decent job in IT while still taking some college courses.

Not wanted to rely on Frankie any longer, he found his own place with a couple roommates and seemed to be doing well. He had even started dating. Frankie was quite proud of him. With Adam on his own, I finally convinced Frankie to move in with me.

I couldn’t be happier. We laughed and loved and sometimes fought, but we always made up.

Which brought us to this moment. I looked at the GPS on my phone to make sure I was in the right location. The little villa with its narrow roads had barely legible road signs which were all in French.

“I think you have to turn down this road.” Frankie was at my side trying to figure out the GPS as well.

It took us several wrong turns and some added frustration, but we finally arrived at our destination according to the map. The house we pulled up to was a modest family home. There were balls and children’s toys on the lawn. My heart skipped a beat as I parked.

I was frozen for a moment. This was it.

Frankie slid her hands in mine. “You got this, babe. I’m right here for you.”

I looked down at them. Her left ring finger had a three-karat, canary yellow, princess-cut diamond engagement ring. Frankie had cried when I’d proposed and given it to her. I loved seeing it on her hand because it meant that our commitment to each other would be formalized.

I took one of her hands in mine and brought it to my lips for a kiss. “I appreciate it.” I took a deep breath. “Well, here goes nothing.”

We got out of the car and headed to the door and knocked.

We only had to wait a couple moments before a tall lanky gentleman holding a baby in one arm while a small boy clung to his pants legs.”

“Are you Nicholas?” he asked in accented English?

“Yes, is Robin here?”

“Of course. Where are my manners? Please come in.” He backed up enough to allow us entrance.

It had taken me months to trace my sister. I had to go through old high school friends she might have been in contact with. I kept coming up against dead ends, but I finally found a breakthrough when I managed to track down one of her own college friends. Through that lead I was able to find Robin in the south of France. Apparently she was married and had children as evidenced now. I’d contacted her through snail mail and didn’t know if I’d get a reply. It took months before she replied and invited me to see her.

Robin walked into the living room once her husband went to get her. She hadn’t aged much. Her once short bob was now in long brunette waves that hung around her waist.

“Nick?”

I nodded. She then ran into my waiting arms, and we hugged as if time had not stolen all those years from us.

Finally she pulled away with tears streaming down her face. “I missed you so much. I wanted to tell you but—”’

I shook my head to cut her off. “That’s in the past. I’m here to catch up with my baby sis and to meet your family.”

She grinned. “Of course.” She looked at Frankie. “You must be Frankie.”

Frankie smiled back warmly. “I am.”

Robin walked over to my fiancée and gave her a hug. “I’m so glad to meet you. And thank you for making my brother happy.”

Frankie’s smile widened. “I’m very glad to finally meet you as well.”

Robin grinned at both of us. “I’d love for you to meet my family.”

My heart was so happy. I had the woman I loved by my side, and I had my baby sister back. Nothing could beat this feeling. I’m sure Kenny was probably somewhere smiling down on us. “I’d love to.”

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Eve Vaughn has always enjoyed creating characters and stories from an early age. As a child she was always getting into mischief, so when she lost her television privileges (which was often), writing was her outlet. Her stories have gotten quite a bit spicier since then! When she’s not writing or spending time with her family, Eve is reading, baking, traveling or kicking butt in 80’s trivia. She loves hearing from her readers. She can be contacted through her website at: www.evevaughn.com.

Books by Eve Vaughn:

Perfect

Obsessed

Forever

Whatever He Wants

Jilted

Dirty

Relentless

Theirs

Runaway

Run

The Reinvention of Chastity

Burned

Broken

Holiday Hell