Zeke Milligan is stuck between a rock and a hard place. He is desperately in love with Lynn, but a dark secret from his past continues to rear its ugly head. Worse yet, he persistently punishes the love of his life for events that took place before he ever met her. Should he tell her the truth and clear his conscience? Will honesty cost him the only true love he has ever known? Or will Lynn understand that the past events were beyond his control and forgive him for his deceit.
Zeke Milligan is stuck between a rock and a hard place.
He is desperately in love with Lynn Weeks, but a dark secret from his past continues to rear its ugly head. Worse yet, he persistently punished the love of his life for events that took place beore he ever met her. \
Should he tell her the truth and clear his conscience? Will honesty cost him the only true love he has ever known? Or will Lynn understand that the past events were beyond his control and forgive him for his deceit?
Excerpt from the novel. . .Lynn had never thought of herself as the jealous type, but sometimes she wondered if Zeke’s first wife had loved him as passionately as she did. If so, how could she ever have let him go? What had ended the marriage?
Zeke had never given her even the slightest hint about his feelings for his first wife. The subject was clearly taboo. Was it because he thought of her still? Surely not, but why then did he hate his boyhood home? Clearly, he cherished the memory of his parents, so it must be his former wife he could not bear to think about. But why could he not forget? Did he still love her?
Since she did not know for sure, she was determined to make him so happy he would have no reason to reflect on the past. The future was the only thing that really mattered. Their future. She refused to think about the murky side of her husband, which surfaced at the most unexpected times.
A voice in her ear kept whispering, “Be careful.” Was it her mother’s voice she heard? She wasn’t sure.Returning to the bedroom, Lynn noticed a cedar chest at the foot of the bed. There was no lock on it.
She opened the chest and discovered a variety of photographs and trinkets. Guilty feelings gnawed at her about being in the room and going through things that did not belong to her, but her curiosity was piqued. She could not stop now.
She sorted through the photos, recognizing Zeke at various stages of his youth, enjoying the chance to know more about him. She tried not to disturb the contents of the trunk any more than necessary, and to return each photo to its original position. She lifted out an especially heavy box and opened the lid. Inside lay a photograph in an ornate eleven-by-fourteen-inch, silver frame.
A tiny, beautiful woman with flawless golden brown skin stared back at Lynn. A mass of blue- black hair curled over her left shoulder, and wispy bangs fringed her face. Her eyes, darker than brown, were black as marbles, and her eyelashes were long and thick, curling up almost to her eyebrows. Her generous, full lips were painted bright red.She wore an off-shoulder, white peasant blouse. Around her slender neck, nestled between her perfectly formed breasts, rested a silver and turquoise cross on a silver chain. Slender, elegant hands lay folded on her lap, and a silver band encircled her ring finger.Looking back at her through those piercing onyx eyes, was the petite, seductive woman Lynn had always wanted to be.