Wanted by Her Lost Love

anything else. She knew that if he didn’t believe herthis time they could never be together.Not wanting the weight of anxiety to bear down onher today, she shook the bleak thoughts from hermind and crawled out of bed. She padded into theliving room to see that Ryan had turned the fire on forher.To her further surprise, she found a breakfast traywaiting for her on the table with bagels, cheese andan assortment of fruit.But what caught her eye was the tiny pair of yellowbaby booties.She picked up the soft, fuzzy little booties, herthroat knotting as she read the accompanying card.Because you said you didn’t have a pair yet.Love, Ryan.She sank into the seat, her eyes stinging withtears. She held the booties to her cheek and thentouched the card, tracing the scrawl of his signature.“I shouldn’t love you this much,” she whispered.God, but she couldn’t help herself. She craved him.He was her other half. She didn’t feel whole withouthim.And so began a courting ritual that tugged on her