Wanted by Her Lost Love

the distance, a sure signal that the rain wasn’t overfor the day.Tears threatened, much like those ominous stormclouds, but she sucked in her breath—determinednot to allow her unexpected face-to-face with Ryan tobreak her.The small playground just three blocks from herapartment was abandoned. No children playing. Theswings were empty, swaying in the breeze and themerry-go-round creaked as it rotated slowly.She slid onto one of the benches, her mind inchaos from the bombardment of anger, grief andshock.Why had he come?Her pregnancy was obviously a huge surprise tohim. There was no faking the what-the-hellexpression on his face in the diner. Nor was theirmeeting some bizarre coincidence.She’d given their relationship a lot of thought overthe past months, when she wasn’t doing everythingpossible to make herself forget him. Like that wasgoing to happen.She knew several things. One, they’d moved waytoo fast. From their meeting in the café where she’d