Finding Zoe (Atlantic Divide)
“She scrubbed at it briefly with a towel, knowing it was going to fuzz all over if she continued. Not a good look. Not that anyone cared right now, least of all her.
Ryan chattered incessantly, excited by the fact he had one of the top ten movie stars in the world sitting at his kitchen table with him, drinking his mother’s coffee. And in the way of children, he wasn’t interested in why he was there; it hadn’t seemed to occur to him to ask why an action hero would be there. He just wanted to know what film he was making, what character he was playing. Utterly oblivious to his mother’s quandary, Ryan dominated.
Mac had remained quiet for so long she thought he was going to ignore her son. Then he started to talk, his deep, slow, southern American accent soothed the jittering nerves in her stomach. His voice had always made her melt, but she was just grateful he was calm. It could be so much worse. Closing her eyes briefly, she allowed herself a sigh of relief. Thank God he was calm.
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