Emily Ann Benedict

You're my guardian angel, Abbey," she said as she climbed into the car."No, not really, Sam. I'm just a messenger.""But that__ what angels are. That__ how God says, 'I'm here, and it's going to be all right.

I can't settle for merely liking a man when I've known what it__ like to love one.

Abbey relaxed, grateful not only that someone had thought to throw a party for her, but that she had been able to escape attending.