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from Forbidden Desires-Sequel to Desires of the Heart by Tiffany S. Doran

Copyright © 2019–2020 Tiffany S. Doran

Chapter 22

They got to Matt's after a short drive from the airport. He had a beautiful colonial with columns in the front near the door. The front door was a beautiful rustic red color adorned with flowers and a pretty, colorful wreath. Grace was outside, anxiously awaiting them. Grace is so pretty. She's taller than Katie with long auburn hair that she meticulously curls everyday, or that she can tell from pictures. She has perfectly white, straight teeth just like Matt. They just look like they were made for each other.

Katie got out of the car first and went to meet Grace and give her a big hug.

"Where's the kiddos?" Katie asked.

"Ahh, they're at their grandma's today. We thought they would have more fun over there than being at home with a bunch of adults." Grace said smiling.

Matt and Buck finished unloading the car while Randy and Daisy stretched their legs and looked around.

"It's so beautiful here, Daisy said as she walked to stand with all of them before they went in.

"I'm sure you will find its a lot more fast paced." Matt said as he opened the door to let them in.

Katie took in the smell of their home. Albeit a bit on the weird side, she was always one to pick up on different scents. Candles were lit and burned of soft fragrances of a summer meadow. It was so nice and inviting. The hardwood floors reflected rays of sunlight into their living room.

"I'll get you guys all set up, we have plenty of extra room upstairs. Please make yourselves at home. You're family."

Everyone carried their things upstairs and met back in the kitchen where Grace had the table set with snacks and drinks. Some finger sandwiches on one plate, fruit on another, chips and salsa, and a small crockpot full of cocktail weenies.

"Help yourself, guys. There's plenty here. I know you must be hungry." Grace said. "Dinner will be done in a few hours.

"Well, I'm not going to be bashful, that's for sure." Randy said as he grabbed a plate and made his way around the ...

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