Β With a divorce in the works, Annabelle Jones heads out to Southern California, the land of sun and starting over. She wants to prove to herself and her young daughters that she still has what it takes to turn heads as a swimsuit modelβthat she doesnβt need a man to take care of her. Until an accident forces her to rely on the hunky, yet mysterious man next doorβ¦Nathan Cooper is trying to revive his own career. Once a top left-handed relief pitcher, he tried to get over a hidden injury with the aid of banned substances. Not only was he caught and suspended, he was traded and missed out on winning the championship. Now heβs a free agent without a contract, and that means life is ready to play ballβ¦
It wasnβt about the money. The income she earned from this modeling job was more about pride. Having something to offer the world, even if it was just her face.
Annabelle wanted to show her daughters that a woman didnβt need a man to take care of her. She could stand on her own two feet, and return to the career sheβd given up when she married Clayton Barry. She might not fly off to exotic locations or work with the worldβs most famous photographers, but she was working.
She lifted her face to the sun, soaking in its warmth. It was as if the fog of the last few years had finally lifted. Nothing but blue skies ahead for her and her six-year-old twin daughters.
Todayβs shoot was just the beginning. Her agent had two more jobs lined up for her before the end of the month. Heβd also scheduled her to attend the televised celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue. She hadnβt been able to make the photo shoot last fall in New York for the magazine, but he thought making an appearance on the live show would give her plenty of exposure.
Hopefully, sheβd be able to juggle it all. Part of what appealed to her about todayβs job was that it was close enough that sheβd be able to shoot for a few hours and still get home in time to meet her daughters when they got off the school bus.
Annabelle glanced at the clock. If the light didnβt change soon, she wasnβt going to make it to the bus stop in time.
The song ended and Annabelle turned down the volume. Sheβd started listening to Journey during the Goliathsβ World Series run. So the song was five years older than she was, the message still rang true. It was about hope. Starting over. Believing.
The traffic light turned green, and she pulled into the intersection. A flash of yellow appeared out of the corner of her eye. She turned in time to see an SUV blow through the stoplight. Before she could react, the vehicle struck her Mercedes just behind the driverβs side door.
Her head slammed into the side window. Glass shattered and she looked down at the blood on her blouse. A thousand black pixels danced before her eyes.
And then nothing.
was because she was busy writing.
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