All Chapters of The Comeback (book 1 of the Miller family): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adam’s P.O.V.As breakfast came to a close, I watched Gran turn to Jenna while I was putting the dirty dishes into the sink.“Jenna, I must say, you’ve passed the family breakfast test with flying colors.” And I sighed contently, thinking back at how easily Jenna had placed herself in the middle of the family. I could already tell everyone loved her and had already accepted her, making my wolf stick out his chest filled with pride, knowing his one true mate had just done that. “I hope to see you again, very soon, dear.” Gran smiled at Jenna as she got up from her chair, and walked over toward me as she patted me on the shoulder as if to tell me 'atta boy'.“I am heading back home, Mindy is coming over so we can get some coffee and discuss the latest town gossip.” Gran grinned at me, leaning in even closer.“And next time you want to use me as an excuse, at least let me know so I ca

Jenna’s P.O.V. I sat on the edge of my hotel bed, my fingers anxiously tapping the smooth mahogany surface of the nightstand. The room cast long shadows that danced across the cream-colored walls. I had spent my entire day at Anderson’s Construction, immersed in a whirlwind of meetings and site inspections. Now, all I wanted was to escape the sterile office atmosphere and the weight of responsibilities that came with it.   My eyes darted to the clock hanging on the wall. Adam was running late. He had promised to pick me up from the hotel once I was done with work. I reached for my phone, tempted to call him, but hesitated. Maybe he was caught in traffic, or perhaps he was just held up at school. I didn’t want to add to his stress, not today.   With a sigh, I gazed out of the window at the small town below. The view offered me some solace, a distraction from the thoughts that gnawed at me. I couldn’t escape the feeling of unease that

Jenna’s P.O.V.I stood alone in the dimly lit kitchen of my late uncle’s house. It was getting late and the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the dusty windows, casting long shadows across the old linoleum floor. My uncle’s kitchen was a time capsule, with faded floral wallpaper and checkered tablecloth that had seen better days. Uncle Ben had never been the kind of man to want to best of the best, the man had always lived a simple and yet happy life.As I looked around the room, I still felt torn about the decision I needed to make, whether to sell this house which held decades of my uncle’s life and a huge chunk of my own within its walls, or keep it as a tribute to his memory. My mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty, and it was this clutter of memories that I was here to sort through tonight.I picked up his worn-out apron hanging from a hook on the back of the pantry door. It was stained with the memories of countless m

Jenna’s P.O.V.After decluttering for about an hour after finishing our Chinese food, Adam promised to bring me back to my hotel like the perfect gentleman that he was. And right now, as I was back inside my hotel room, it felt as if my mind was working in overdrive, as I was consumed with so many questions and thoughts. For one, I was seriously doubting checking out at the hotel and just moving into my Uncle Ben’s house for the time being. A part of me felt ready, even though I had only been inside his house once, and that had been with Adam by my side. I never had been alone in that house for over an hour ever since my Uncle Ben had died, and I started to doubt if maybe spending the night all alone, would actually be the final drop that would make the bucket too full and it would end up with me a being a sobbing and heartbroken mess.   Two, I also couldn’t help but go over the conversation Adam and I had had durin

Jenna’s P.O.V. With a few weeks of pure loving bliss between Adam and me, spring had officially rolled into the small city of Fairview. Jackets had made way for thick winter coats, and I couldn’t leave my house without wearing mittens or a scarf.my houseIt still felt weird to say it like that… The decision to move into my late uncle’s house had been both practical and sentimental. Financially, it made more sense than continuing to stay in the hotel where I had taken refuge after inheriting the property. But there was more to it than just economics, it was a step towards embracing the legacy he had left behind for me. A chance to breathe life back into the old place that deserved people to live in it. My days were mostly filled with work, the demands of my job at Anderson’s Construction kept me occupied from morning till evening. It was hard and tiring work,