Part 27 (1/2)

They'd put the past behind them, the ghost that used to haunt them. Bobby spoke ofSharoneasily now, convinced that she would be glad he'd moved on, that guilt no longer wracked his soul.

Julianne had made peace withSharon, too. She'd seen the other woman's picture, her dark eyes,her long

dark hair. They were nothing alike, but they'd loved the same man. And somehow, that was enough.

He moved back to touch their son's cheek, to trace each tiny feature. ”He's amazing. Incredible.

Everything I'd imagined he would be.”

”For me, too.” The baby she'd always longed for.

Bobby moved closer. ”He looks like a magical little bird. A raven. I don't suppose we could name him that, though.”

She smoothed a hand over the boy's thick black hair. She'd known that Bobby didn't want to choose a

name until the child was born, until they saw him.

”What do you think?” he asked.

”It's your choice,” she told him. His duty as a Cherokee father.