Publisher's Synopsis
Finally, Caralyn said, "You were so quiet tonight, Tuck. I was afraid you were mad at me.""I wasn't mad at you, Carrie. I didn't know if you would like my present." "You always get me the perfect gift. How could I not love it?" She looked into his eyes and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "Happy birthday, Tarry." Tears again filled her eyes. He hadn't called her Tarry since they were little kids. He turned to leave, and she followed him to the door and leaned against it after he left. He hurried to the elevator because he didn't want anyone to see him crying. "Shoot! Why didn't I tell him to stay?" She threw open the door and sprinted after him, but it was too late. The elevator door closed. "Open! Come on open!" She stabbed the button repeatedly.hen it didn't, she ran back to her room and fell on the bed. She wept for several minutes and then got off the bed. "Oh, crap. I hope I didn't ruin this dress." She took it off and smoothed out the wrinkles before hanging it back in the closet. She had just closed the closet door when the phone rang. She bounded to her desk, yanked her cell phone from her purse and answered before the second ring. "Oh, Bubby, I'm sorry," she cried."Who's Bubby?" Jeremiah asked. "Someone special," she answered. The second book set in Stockton Woods continues to examine the lives of the people who call this Midwestern town home, but with the complications of life in college.
