Don't Break My Heart (Return to Redemption, Book 6) by Laurie Kellogg

BJ?” Luke asked.
    “Oh, he went ahead to the brunch. I’m just slow getting
started this morning. The wedding was so beautiful,” she told them as they
descended the stairs. “Ben told me to find Thomas to take me back to the
resort. Do you have any idea where he might be?”
    “Don’t bother him. You can ride with us,” Luke offered.
    “Oh, I don’t want to horn in on the newlyweds’ morning after.
Ben said Thomas has to pick up the Fosters at ten, anyway.”
    “Nonsense.” Sabrina waved her hand. “We have a couple of
months at sea ahead of us to make goo-goo eyes at each other.”
    “I heard about the yacht Ben bought you. That should be a
fabulous honeymoon.” She followed them out to Luke’s Pathfinder and climbed in
back. Less than ten minutes later, she arrived back at her hotel room and
jumped into the shower. When she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel,
she found Frankie placing her clothing into her suitcase.
    “Leaving so soon?” Trisha smirked. “Was it something I
said?”
    “Okay, have your fun teasing me.” Frankie raised her hands
in surrender. “Andy and I reconciled last night. I’m moving to his room. So
you’ll have this place all to yourself.”
    “Nothing like inviting a friend on a vacation and then
abandoning her when you get a better roommate.”
    Frankie pointed to Trisha’s still neatly made bed. “If I’m
not mistaken, you didn’t sleep here last night, either. I guess Ben made your
lady parts tingle after all. You’re practically glowing this morning.”
    “As far as Sabrina and Luke know, yes, Ben and I spent the
night together. But the truth is Justin is responsible for my post-coital
glow.”
    “What?” Frankie’s head snapped up. “Start spilling.”
    While Trisha got dressed for an afternoon on the slopes, she
explained her less than happy history with Justin. “He was the love of my life,
Frankie. No one else ever made me feel the way he does. That’s why when I
visited the sperm bank, I asked if they could find me a Ricky Martin lookalike
to be my donor.”
    The nurse at the clinic had laughed and said, ‘ We should all get so lucky .’ “Oddly
enough, the woman told me they’d approved an applicant the week before who
might fit that description.”
    “You’re right. Justin does look a little like Ricky Martin.
    The donor’s profile had included childhood photos of a
beautiful dark-eyed little boy who could easily have been the singer’s son—or
Justin’s.
    “So did you tell him you’re pregnant again?”
    “No way. And don’t you dare drop any hints around him. I
don’t want to ruin what’s left of this vacation. He’ll find out soon enough
when he sees me blow up like the Good Year blimp in a few weeks.”
    ~*~
    Justin ducked as Trisha and Haley bombarded him with
snowballs on the way to the chairlift to take their fifth run down the
mountainside. At brunch, he’d hesitated telling Haley he’d invited someone to
go skiing with them, but when Trisha showed up, the child had saved him from
confessing when she suggested Trisha join them.
    “I’d never guess you haven’t been on skis before,” Trisha
told Haley. “You’re a natural.”
    “The hardest part is getting back up after I fall. So I’m
doing my best not to.” Haley laughed.
    The two of them had gotten along so well that afternoon, he
couldn’t help wondering if Haley might like sharing his attention with someone
else—especially another female. But how could he ask a woman to take on raising
a teenager she barely knew—especially an emotionally needy teenager whose mood
changed with the wind.
    Trisha massaged her thighs. “You know. I didn’t realize how
out of shape I’ve gotten. I think my legs have had enough skiing for today. Why
don’t you two do this run alone?”
    Great, she was bailing already.
    Haley gazed longingly into the distance toward their
lakeside resort where she’d told them Jamal had plans to play ice hockey with
his Explorer