![]() ![]() ![]() Unlike the emergency room I’d been in three days ago, waiting rooms in this Bozeman maternity ward probably didn’t see gushing wounds or projectile vomiting. ![]() Expectant grandparents, aunts and uncles could be trusted with leather and glass-top coffee tables. This was the nicest waiting room I’d ever seen, which was saying something, because I’d spent my fair share of time in hospitals-though not in maternity wards. The magazines on the center table were current editions and wrinkle-free. The oil paintings on the walls were framed with a mahogany that matched the end tables. The chairs across from the leather couch were oversized and upholstered in a high-end woven fabric. “Thanks.” I stopped spinning my car keys around my index finger and tucked them into my jeans pocket before sinking into the leather couch and surveying the room.įor a hospital waiting room, the space was especially nice. The wrinkles around her eyes deepened with her warm smile. ![]() The elderly woman abandoned the book she’d been reading and looked up. Want a sneak peek? Here’s a special excerpt! PROLOGUE The final standalone in the Jamison Valley series, The Bitterroot Inn, is available now! The heroine in this story is a long-standing character in the series and I’m so excited she’s found her happily ever after. ![]()
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