see Noah. I drum my fingers over my belly and look around my place, as content now as I was restless before. I decide I’ll learn how to knit. I’ll knit tiny socks and hats, maybe something homely but thoughtful for Noah, if that still seems advisable a month or more from now. Yes, I’ll learn to knit very soon. But for now I have thank- yous to finish. I know whose to write next, but no clue what to say.
In the end I just write Thanks in the center of the card, slide it into its red envelope. I don’t like the thought of it downstairs, waiting in the cold metal mailbox with the other notes, the ones saying thank you for earrings and gift cards and baked goods. No, I’ll give it to him myself when I see him on Friday. I’ll wave at him from across the park, and I won’t know exactly who it is I’m looking at yet, but I’ll suspect I’m looking at more than a friend, perhaps even more than the father of the child in my belly. Only time will tell, and that’s exciting. Everything is exciting. Everything good and unexpected and scary that will happen to me this next year, everything I succeed at, and everything I royally fuck up, will be exciting.
And I will be just fine.
Cara McKenna
Cara McKenna writes smart erotica—sexy stories with depth. A little dark, a little funny, always emotional. She also writes red-hot romance under the name Meg Maguire, and was a 2010 Golden Heart finalist. Her wonderful publishers are Ellora's Cave, Harlequin Blaze, Loose-Id, and Samhain . She loves writing sexy, character-driven stories about strong-willed men and women who keep each other on their toes, and bring one another to their knees.
Before becoming a purveyor of red-hot romance and smart erotica, Cara was a record store bitch, a lousy barista, a decent designer, and an overly enthusiastic penguin handler.
Cara now writes full-time and lives north of Boston with her extremely good-natured and permissive husband. When she's not trapped in her own head she can usually be found in the kitchen, the coffee shop, or jogging around the nearest duck-filled pond. She is a very proud member of the Romance Writers of America® and her local New England Chapter.
Find out more about Cara at http://www.caramckenna.com/ .
In the end I just write Thanks in the center of the card, slide it into its red envelope. I don’t like the thought of it downstairs, waiting in the cold metal mailbox with the other notes, the ones saying thank you for earrings and gift cards and baked goods. No, I’ll give it to him myself when I see him on Friday. I’ll wave at him from across the park, and I won’t know exactly who it is I’m looking at yet, but I’ll suspect I’m looking at more than a friend, perhaps even more than the father of the child in my belly. Only time will tell, and that’s exciting. Everything is exciting. Everything good and unexpected and scary that will happen to me this next year, everything I succeed at, and everything I royally fuck up, will be exciting.
And I will be just fine.
Cara McKenna
Cara McKenna writes smart erotica—sexy stories with depth. A little dark, a little funny, always emotional. She also writes red-hot romance under the name Meg Maguire, and was a 2010 Golden Heart finalist. Her wonderful publishers are Ellora's Cave, Harlequin Blaze, Loose-Id, and Samhain . She loves writing sexy, character-driven stories about strong-willed men and women who keep each other on their toes, and bring one another to their knees.
Before becoming a purveyor of red-hot romance and smart erotica, Cara was a record store bitch, a lousy barista, a decent designer, and an overly enthusiastic penguin handler.
Cara now writes full-time and lives north of Boston with her extremely good-natured and permissive husband. When she's not trapped in her own head she can usually be found in the kitchen, the coffee shop, or jogging around the nearest duck-filled pond. She is a very proud member of the Romance Writers of America® and her local New England Chapter.
Find out more about Cara at http://www.caramckenna.com/ .
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