The Things We Leave Unfinished Novel Free

Scarlett scooped her son into her arms and pressed a kiss to the soft skin of his cheek. For William. “He made me promise that if anything happened to him, I’d take William to Colorado.” The tears came in a steady stream now, and William tucked his head in to her neck, like he understood…

“Speaking of romance, I packed both hatboxes with your typewriter. That trunk weighs a ton, but it’s in the car.” Howie had stopped by earlier and helped with the luggage before heading to the airfield. “Thank you.” She’d spent last night at the typewriter before Constance insisted on packing it, but she hadn’t brought their…

“Do you think fifty thousand would cover it for the district?” I asked, wedging the phone between my ear and very sore shoulder as I took notes. I’d pushed it too hard this morning at the gym, but at least I hadn’t fallen. “That’s more than enough! Thank you!” the librarian-Mr. Bell-exclaimed. “You’re very welcome.”…

Or if he went down in the sea, Scarlett finished in her own head. The odds of surviving the crash, and even being taken prisoner, were better than those of outlasting the cold of the sea. “You’re going to look, right?” Scarlett asked, her breath catching. “Tell me you’re going to search for him.” It…

“I wasn’t aware that you had a wife.” I blinked in mock confusion. Adam sputtered on his own drink. “Ha. Touch?.” He glanced over me with obvious assessment. “Tell me, does that old grandfather clock still keep time? The one in the sitting room?” “Sure does.” I lifted a brow at the transparent reminder of…

“I only came for the show,” she said with a shrug. “Did you get what you needed?” I nodded, moving us through the crowd. “You don’t look pleased.” “Georgia has trust issues.” I nodded at another acquaintance as we approached the coat check. “Obviously.” Adrienne blinked up at me. “What would you do if you…

“It’s been eight days, Noah.” She unbuttoned her coat and shrugged out of it, draping it across the chair she’d commandeered across from my desk. “And?” Eight excruciating days and sleepless nights. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t eat, couldn’t stop wondering what was going through Georgia’s head. “And enough wallowing!” She took a cup from…

May 1942 Ipswich, England Clack. Clack. Clack. The sound of typing filled the kitchen as Scarlett broke the heart of the diplomat’s daughter. Her heart clenched, as if she could feel the very pain she was putting her character through. She reminded herself that she would put them back together once they had both grown…

“Good.” She lifted her face for a kiss. “We’re not done discussing the phonograph.” Jameson kissed her soundly, then laughed. “The record player goes.” “As I said,” she replied with an arched brow, “we’re not done discussing it.” Scarlett wasn’t superstitious, but most pilots were, and taking the record player home to Jameson’s mother felt…

The aircraft still responded, but the fuel gauge began a steady decline that could mean only one thing. “This is red lead,” he said as calmly as he could manage across the radio. “I’ve been hit, and I’m losing fuel.” He’d landed without an engine before. It wasn’t pretty, but he could do it again….