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A strikingly familiar blue.
She froze. Her lips parted, but no words could emerge, since her mouth had gone bone dry.
He was the one to break the silence, his voice deep and slightly gruff and definitely in keeping with his rough, unshaven jaw and the tousled dark hair on his head that looked in need of a good barber.
She swallowed. Nodded.
His gaze was sharp. Studying. Almost as if he were memorizing her appearance before he stuck out a bare, long-fingered hand. “I’m Ryan Clay. ”
Her hand seemed to rise of its own accord and settle against his for the briefest of moments.
The contact still managed to leave her feeling shaky.
And that shakiness had nothing to do with the words that she knew were going to come out of his mouth, before they actually did.
“I’m here about your daughter. ”
Dear Reader,
Every month I receive letters or e-mails from readers asking about various members of the Clay family, or wanting an update on what’s going on at the Double-C Ranch or in Weaver. I have a really large collection from those who’ve wanted to know
As an author it is so rewarding to know that these people have found a place where they’re welcomed and cared about—like members of a family. That’s how they are in
Well, I’m happy to say Ryan is, indeed, quite alive, and never more so than when he encounters the Keegan women, and he discovers that there is existing…and then there is living.
He’s been through a lot, our Ryan.
But now he’s back for good. I hope you enjoy the homecoming.All my best,
A Weaver Holiday Homecoming
by
Allison Leigh
About the Author
ALLISON LEIGH started early by writing a Halloween play that her grade-school class performed. Since then, though her tastes have changed, her love for reading has not. And her writing appetite simply grows more voracious by the day.
She has been a finalist for a RITA® Award and a Holt Medallion. But the true highlights of her day as a writer are when she receives word from a reader that they laughed, cried or lost a night of sleep while reading one of her books.
Born in Southern California, Allison has lived in several different cities in four different states. She has been, at one time or another, a cosmetologist, a computer programmer and a secretary. She has recently begun writing full-time after spending nearly a decade as an administrative assistant for a busy neighborhood church. She currently makes her home in Arizona with her family. She loves to hear from her readers, who can write to her at PO Box 40772, Mesa, AZ 85274-0772, USA.
This is for all of you who’ve kept asking for Ryan’s story. Thank you for your patience!
Prologue
“This isn’t an assignment like anything else you’ve ever done. That we’ve ever done. ” The silver-haired man watched him steadily from across the small table. “There are even fewer guarantees than usual. ”
