As two hundred wedding guests waited, Walsh contemplated his glass of champagne and the toast they expected from the best man. Walsh hadn’t looked at Kerris Moreton, his best friend’s wife-to-be, for weeks. It will always be you.Ī ll eyes were on him, except the bride’s. Your life speaks to me and to so many others.Īnd finally, to my best friend, champion, and the absolute love of my life, my husband, Sam. To my son, Myles, who, though he speaks very little, has taught me more than I could have imagined about perseverance and unconditional love living with autism every day. To so many awesome writers I’ve met so far, but especially to Kimberly Belle, Sofia Tate, and Katie Oliver, all strong, emerging voices in this industry I’m pleased as punch to call friends. To my agent, Nikki Terpilowski, for taking a chance on me. To my first beta readers, my family Shelly and Rukel, who read this piece by piece, chapter by chapter, and encouraged me to continue when I assumed it was crap. My mother, who passed along a voracious appetite for reading, always reminded me I was a writer and always whispered destiny to me. My father for planting a love for words and excellence in my heart, and even when he was busy, finding ways to water them. That is impractical, so I’ll narrow it down to just a few, and hope that I’ve told everyone else at some point how very grateful I am. I could probably fill every page of this book with thanks for so many people.
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