“Planning ahead while she worked, she closed the lid on Mitch’s recovered clothes. The first thing she’d need to do was make a few calls and find him another place to live. Then she’d either offer to drive him down to get his car or arrange for a tow truck to pull it out so he’d have wheels again. What if I can’t find a new house for him right away? she asked herself. Don’t say it. Don’t even think it. Whatever happened, they weren’t staying here. No way. The whole Fowler family was one big disa...ster waiting to get worse. Brianne started toward her office while she mulled over the events that had dropped Mitch Fowler and his kids in her lap. The image of having two children sitting on her lap was amusing. And scary. As far as she could recall, this was the first time in her life she had ever imagined herself anywhere near children—anybody’s children—let alone rambunctious little boys. Makes me feel sticky already, Brianne thought. She suspected she’d be finding smears of pancake syrup here and there for months to come, and little maple-flavored fingerprints.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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