Cheryl Harper - A Home Come True

Nice? No. Interesting? Yes. Maybe even exciting. She had personality to spare.

“Holly Heights is an excellent place to raise a family. You told me that yourself, remember?” she sang in a teasing tone.

While it was good to have a touch of the old Connie Hollister back, this wasn’t the subject he wanted to stick with for long. If he told her he wasn’t sure he wanted a family, she would wilt completely, and lying to her was next to impossible.

“I remember.” Luke took the last dripping plate from her and listened with relief as the water drained. He could make it out of there.

“Being a police officer is a wonderful thing, son,” she said as she cupped his cheek, “but you were meant to be a father, too. You wait and see. She’s close, whoever she is. I can feel it.”

Luke didn’t have the right words so he smiled at his mother and watched her bend to speak to Mari. “Come with me, young lady. We have some bushes to trim the right way.”

After they left the kitchen, Luke stepped out on the deck that had sold him on the house. Here, all there was, was the faint sound of birds chirping and the breeze rustling through the trees. He took a deep breath as he braced his hands on the railing. “One year. You do this for one year and everything will be fine.”

A boring job. A cluttered, cramped house. All the problems that came along with angry teenagers.

He could do anything for a year.

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