Falling For You - January Cove Book 3 by Rachel Hanna Read Free Book Online Page A

Parker's and they headed downstairs and out the door. Their walk was quiet, with Leo texting on his phone as usual. Honestly, sometimes she thought about grabbing it out of his hands and flinging it out into traffic. Only there was no traffic in January Cove, so it wouldn't do much good. It would likely lay out in the street untouched for hours. It was a ghost town on Thanksgiving, and it wasn't busier on most days anyway.
     
    "Leo, can you please stop texting? If you don't, I'm going to take that phone and put it in my purse for the rest of the day," she said raising an eyebrow to him as they walked. He rolled his eyes, sighed and shoved it in his pocket. The last thing he wanted to do was lose that phone, and she knew it.
     
    "Why do you care so much what these people think anyway? They don't even know us. They don't even know our story," he said. She was shocked by him saying this, specifically the mention of "their story". What exactly did he think their story was?
     
    "Because it's good to make new friends, Leo. This is our new beginning. I did this for you just as much as I did it for me."
     
    "Yeah, right," he said.
     
    "So you think I did this whole move for me? Trust me, Leo, it's very hard for someone my age to just pick up and leave everything they've known their whole life. I did this because I felt like we needed a fresh beginning somewhere without all the memories of what happened. Don't you like it here?" she asked exasperated.
     
    "It's alright. Of course, I don't really care where we live. It's always the same."
     
    "What do you mean?" she asked, finally excited that he seemed to be opening up. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders, grunted and stopped talking. She'd come so close to getting him to say something, anything. But he didn't. And they walked the rest of the way to the Parker's in silence.
     
    When they arrived at the house, Rebecca felt her nerves cropping up all over again. Her palms were sweaty, and her heart was racing. What was it about hanging out with these people on such an innocuous holiday that was making her anxious? Maybe it was because she hadn't really been to any big family functions in years. She didn't really have any family, and she didn't like to impose on friends back in New York.
     
    But this was different. They needed support, some kind of anchor in January Cove. She just needed something new, something to take her mind off her growing problems with her son and her floundering business.
     
    "Remember, be nice," she said reminding her son by wagging her finger in his face. They walked up the steps and rang the bell, ready to have a big family Thanksgiving with a family they didn't know.
     
    The door flung open, and a small petite blonde woman was standing there. She assumed that this was Adele Parker, the renowned real estate broker and perfect mother to the Parker kids.
     
    "Welcome!" she said throwing her arms out and bringing Rebecca into a big hug. It took her aback because she hadn't felt the love of a mother in so many years, but Adele Parker wasn't her mother. It was a strange sensation that she couldn't place.
     
    "Thank you for having us. I'm Rebecca Evans, and this is my son Leo." Rebecca pulled back from the hug and put her arm around her son's shoulders. Of course, Leo wiggled out from under her grasp and crossed his arms. For a moment, there was a spark of silence as Adele looked into Rebecca's eyes and then over at Leo. Rebecca was so embarrassed, but she tried to play it off and just smiled.
     
    "Well, happy Thanksgiving. Come on in. Most of the family is already here, so let me introduce you." Adele led her and her son into the kitchen where everyone was standing around talking and laughing. Rebecca had never felt that kind of camaraderie in a family. Being an only child and losing her parents young, she had never been to big family functions. Their family was incredibly small, even when her parents were alive.
     
    As she walked into the kitchen, her