Chapter 112

THE OLD VICTORIAN FARMHOUSE glinted like a jewel in the night as Tara pulled up. Lights and garland twined the rails, followed the eaves. The whole place looked like a postcard.

What must it be like to live out here in all of this?

And they'd be spending Christmas here? Tara didn't know whether to jump for joy or run away. The generosity of Jace and his family would certainly keep them warm this holiday and give all three of them cherished memories. But what happened next year when things were back to whatever version of normal she managed for Austin and Ginny? Nothing she could do could possibly live up to all of this.

A figure came down the porch steps. Livia. A blend of relief and disappointment trickled through Tara as she got out of the RAV. She wasn't quite ready to face Jace again. She felt far too off balance around him, and that wasn't a comfortable state for Tara. "I wasn't sure where to park."