Martha Brooks
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"As she turned onto the main street - the sound of the lake a whisper behind her, the leaves of the tall trees now talking overhead - she saw his truc
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k parked in front of the café and Wesley sitting inside it ... He didn't seem to notice as she got closer, his eyes closed as if he was concentrating on something. With her hand on her stomach, she steadied herself. The window on the passenger's side was open and she could see the distinct curve of his dark lashes as they rested against his cheek. "Wesley," she said quietly ... She felt a hot sting of shame. She wanted to hide. But in Pembina Lake, beside a truck, in front of a café, wheat fields and sky flaming pink and orange and gold all around, there was absolutely nowhere to go."--Jacket.
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