Miras - Nora Roberts [ PLUS → ]

“Need a hand?” she called, grabbing her umbrella.

Their courtship was slow, tender, built on shared silences and the smell of sawdust. He restored her shop’s sagging floorboards. She found him a perfect set of antique brass drawer pulls for his farmhouse. He kissed her for the first time in the rain, under the eaves of her porch, and she felt not a single ghost between them. Miras - Nora Roberts

Mira looked from his face to the locket, then to the rain-streaked window behind him. In the glass, just for an instant, she saw a reflection that wasn’t hers. A woman in a green dress, standing in a doorway, one hand pressed to her heart. And she was smiling. “Need a hand

“Caleb Byrne,” he said, shaking her hand after she helped him wrestle the spare into place. His grip was warm, calloused, steady. “And you just saved me from a very long, very wet walk.” She found him a perfect set of antique