The Baby Gift. Bethany CampbellЧитать онлайн книгу.

      Briana wrenched her hand from Josh, and he took a step backward.

      But Nealie had seen. She stopped halfway down the stairs. Behind her big glasses, her eyes widened, and her face looked both hopeful and perplexed. “You were holding hands. Do you like each other again?”

      “I’ll always like your mother,” Josh said. “I hold her hand once in a while. Like she was—my sister.”

      “Oh, Nealie,” Briana said, desperate to change the subject, “you’re sweater’s buttoned all crooked. Let me fix it.”