The Highlander Next Door
“Birch said, sliding into the passenger side of her mother’s cart. “We tell Niall about Francine and Emily leaving and what we suspect they were doing here in the first place, then you’ll earn your outrageous paycheck and I’ll finally go buy my perfect purse. How’s that for . . . Mom?” Birch said softly when she realized Hazel was clutching the wheel and staring straight ahead, her complexion as pale as snow. “It’s over, Mom. You have nothing to worry about anymore.”
“Can you ever forgive me?” Hazel whispered.
“For what?” Birch said on a gasp.
“For getting us in this mess in the first place by marrying a man I obviously knew nothing about.” She looked over, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. “Four times, Birch; I’ve let four men charm their way into our lives, each one of them as duplicitous as the previous. You’re the expert on women continuing to repeat harmful patterns; why do I keep marrying bastards?
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