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Tabitha managed the sale of her apartment quietly and didn't tell her family, not even anyone. She can't trust anyone right now. Except for her parents, they certainly wouldn't allow her to leave Seattle. Tabitha was to fix the mess in her life. She wouldn't drag anyone into her troubles.

She's leaving Seattle, where her destination is her Grandmother's hometown, Madisonville, Texas.

The proceeds from selling her apartment, car, and jewelry are quite a lot. Her savings over the years will be enough to cover the rent apartment and even the cost of maternity if she hasn't found a job in Madisonville.

Last night she visited her parents, she secretly considered it a farewell, and Tabitha promised to contact her parents in Texas. Still, she would keep her whereabouts a secret.

Tabitha resigned this morning, and she was leaving Seattle on a flight tonight. She had already found an apartment in Madisonville via the internet and contacted the owner.

Tabitha leave Seattle and took a taxi to the airport, and she didn't allow herself to see back. She thought about the future—her future together with the child in her womb. From now, they will start a new life.

Tabitha straightened her back and moved her shoulders to relax her sore muscles. The period of her young pregnancy is not like most pregnant women, who are often nauseous.

Tabitha was grateful that her child in the womb understood her current condition. Tabitha is sitting on a newspaper spread on the living room floor of her garage apartment. She had been painting the living room for a half hour, and she was proud of herself for her work. Yesterday she painted the wall on the other side light blue, and now she's adding white.

The white paint stained the newspapers, and some splattered on her exposed thighs. She dipped the brush in the paint can and sighed in satisfaction. Now things are better for her.

Under any circumstances, moving across the state alone is no easy feat, especially for Tabitha while living in Seattle, a metropolitan city. Tabitha leaving Seattle is not a good situation. However, the trip went well, and now she's staying in a good apartment.

Tabitha gazed out to the wide window and was pleased to see the tree growing between her garage apartment and the owner's house, Linda Jones. The owner is like a goddess of help for her. Tabitha arrived in Madisonville when the summer term was over and was lucky enough to rent the apartment garage that two years before had rent by workers in the small town.

The apartment, which consists of two bedrooms, a sitting room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, is quite spacious.

She enjoyed her off day. She had got a job already as a teacher at a high school in the city. She wanted to apply to college, but the mileage from Madisonville to campus was a two-hour drive; she chose to teach in high school during her pregnancy until maternity.

Linda accepts Tabitha, a young pregnant woman, and supports her. Of course, Tabitha did not tell her true life story. Linda is a lonely grandmother who her grandchildren rarely visit. The older woman has one daughter who lives with her family in New York and a son who lives and works in another city in the Texas area. Her son was single, and Linda regretted being single at least once a day.

Having been married for forty-three years before becoming a widow, Linda couldn't imagine anyone can living alone without being married. She also hoped for Tabitha finally meet the right man after her husband died.

Tabitha admitted that she was a young widow whose husband had died, and her husband's family did not accept her. Tabitha had been in the city for a week. She felt a new life.

All-access communication with her acquaintances she's cut off except her family. Tabitha finally tells her parent about Jackson's family lawyer visiting her, and she asks her parents to give her time to get away from her past life in Seattle. Her parent understood and supported Tabitha.

A speck of paint stuck on her nose because she unknowingly scratched it. She was humming while painting the wall and walking to the door when she heard a knock there. It couldn't be Linda because she usually walked in immediately and didn't bother knocking first.

Tabitha tugged at the bottom of her shorts pants, hoping whoever knocked on the door was not offended by her appearance.

"Yes?" she said as she opened the door.

If she wanted to say anything else, it seemed impossible. The guy who filled the doorway was the most handsome man she had ever seen, but they never talked. If the man's size weren't enough to make him look stunning, would have been his black hair like crow feathers and his ripping blue eyes make him look charming?

That guy also watched Tabitha intently, and his sensual lips smiled when he stared at Tabitha in her disheveled appearance.

She'd thought she would be working at home all day, so Tabitha didn't bother styling her hair and tying it up high and haphazardly pinning hairpins in several her hair. The strands of her hair look tanned in the sun, fell from her cheeks and hung wet on her neck. Tabitha's skin was red from the hard work and warmth of the late summer. Her short pants are mini and faded were mixed with the thin worn shirt. Tabitha tied the hem of her shirt under her breasts. It's comfortable clothes to paint, but far from appropriate to welcome guests.

Tabitha's first impulse want to slam the door and protect herself from being more embarrassed, but the guest looked straight into her wide brown eyes and he said casually, "You still know me, Tabitha? I'm Keith. Keith Jackson."

The man's question made Tabitha feel like she had been punched in her stomach and lost her senses. She was stunned for a moment before leaning to the door frame. She exhaled a breath had been unconsciously holding since she opened the door and look the guy standing in front of her.

Since Tabitha didn't answer or show any sign of letting him in, Keith said mockingly. "I'm not used to attacking young women, Miss Carter, and although I live in the forest more, I'm still cultured."