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    Falling For You Again!: Eugeena Patterson Family Shorts, #3
    Falling For You Again!: Eugeena Patterson Family Shorts, #3
    Falling For You Again!: Eugeena Patterson Family Shorts, #3
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    Falling For You Again!: Eugeena Patterson Family Shorts, #3

    By Tyora Moody

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    Can a broken relationship be redeemed?

     

    Leesa Patterson has a young son with Chris Black. Both have worked hard to co-parent both their son and Leesa's daughter. When Chris suggests they try again with their relationship, Leesa shuns the idea. Their first go-around in a relationship resulted in Leesa breaking up with Chris. Since the break-up, they've developed a comfortable friendship for the benefit of the kids.  

     

    But as Chris sets out to woo her, Leesa struggles to keep her walls up. Is she really falling for him again?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTymm Publishing LLC
    Release dateAug 15, 2023
    ISBN9781961437159
    Falling For You Again!: Eugeena Patterson Family Shorts, #3
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    Tyora Moody

    Tyora Moody is the author of Soul-Searching Mysteries which includes cozy mystery, women sleuth mystery, and mystery romance under the Christian Fiction genre. Her books include the Eugeena Patterson Mysteries, Reed Family Mysteries, Serena Manchester Mysteries, and the Victory Gospel Series.As a literary-focused entrepreneur, she has assisted countless authors via her company, Tywebbin Creations LLC since 1999. Popular services include book covers, book formatting, and virtual author assistant services. She writes the nonfiction series, The Literary Entrepreneur.In 2022, she began writing books for children under her pen name, T.M. Moody.When Tyora isn’t writing or working for a literary client, she's either loving on her cats, listening to an audiobook or podcast, binge-watching crime shows or Marvel movies, and of course, thinking about the next book.To contact Tyora about book club discussions or to sign-up for her newsletter, visit her online at TyoraMoody.com.

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      Falling For You Again! - Tyora Moody

      Chapter 1

      I stared at the modest brick home in front of me for a long time. Afraid that a neighbor would notice me watching the house, I inhaled deeply and exhaled a shaky breath before climbing out of my Toyota Sienna.

      Alright, Leesa Patterson, your mama taught you better than this.

      It wasn’t that I wasn’t excited to pick up my kids. In fact, I missed them. No matter how exhausted my body felt, I looked forward to the hug I knew would come from my oldest and only daughter, Kisha. She always had so much to share that it was hard to keep up with the stories from her day. Knowing how my relationship changed with my mama as I got older, I didn’t want this stage to end.

      Then there was the burst of giggles from my son, Tyric. His laughter always tickled my ears and warmed my heart. He was a happy child, and that made me happy. My kids were growing up so fast. I truly cherished every moment.

      The reality that had me in a chokehold today was I simply didn’t want to face Belinda Black.

      My baby’s daddy’s mother.

      I cringed calling Chris my baby’s daddy. But it was what it was. There was a time I’d thought Chris Black was the man I would settle down with for life, but that all changed not too long after our son was born. Instead, we co-parented the past two years, skirting around the tension that hung between us. And the many questions that others had for us.

      What are you two? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Friends? Are you ever going to get married?

      So many questions! It was easier to dodge them. Or rather, it used to be easy.

      The sun beat down on my head as I walked down the driveway toward the front door. I rang the doorbell, straining to hear my children’s voices. Instead, only silence greeted me, raising my anxiety. Leaving my kids with Belinda was such a different experience from when I dropped the kids off at my mama’s house. It was like night versus day. I lifted my hand to ring the doorbell again, but then heard the locks disengaging from the inside.

      Unconsciously, I stepped away from the door, bracing myself as the door flew open. As usual, Belinda’s presence in the doorway appeared almost menacing.

      Chris’s dad, Emmanuel Black, passed away several years ago, but old photos confirmed Chris inherited his height from both parents. His mother stood around five feet eight or five feet nine. A salt and pepper bob framed her ebony face. With smooth skin that revealed nothing of her sixty years, she didn’t wear makeup. Belinda Black was not incredibly beautiful. She was more majestic, stately… intimidating. Her wide brown eyes seemed to penetrate my soul. Never raising her voice, her words, razor-sharp, could be just as cutting. Always elegantly dressed, even though she was at home most of the day, I couldn’t recall ever seeing her with her hair out of place.

      With her usual scowl in place, she peered down at me through heavy brown frames perched almost on the end of her nose. A former teacher, Belinda always looked like she had a stern word to share. The last few years before retiring, Belinda served as a school principal. Every time I looked up at her, I was reminded of the times I visited the principal’s office in high school and I was grateful she hadn’t been my principal.

      Belinda crossed her arms. You’re late again.

      I bit my lip, feeling heat rise around my neck that had nothing to do with the warm June afternoon. Sorry, I had to finish up something for my boss. If I didn’t finish, I would have had to deal with it first thing Monday morning.

      Belinda uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips. You could have called. If you say you are going to be here at five thirty, then I expect you to be here.

      I tried my best not to grit my teeth. Sometimes it was best to not get into it with this woman. Are Kisha and Tyric ready? I will get them out of your hair. I really appreciate you looking after them today.

      Belinda seemed to be in a special mood today, so I had to ask. Were they good?

      They could use some more discipline.

      Of course.

      I fought hard not to roll my eyes. I would have preferred to leave my kids with my mama, Eugeena Patterson and her second husband, Amos Jones. My kids got along just fine with them and I didn’t get these comments. But Mama and Mr. Amos had just arrived back in town last night.

      The crazy thing was Belinda complained a few weeks ago about not seeing enough of the kids, mainly Tyric. Since we were taking a break from daycare for the summer months, I’d caved to Chris’s request. Of course, I didn’t really have a choice with Mama out of town.

      Well, come on in. No need to let my air out. The statuesque woman turned quickly on her heels, leaving me standing at the door.

      I took another breath, praying I could control my emotions. Lord, let me just gather my kids, their things and get out of here. Mama always told me to watch my face because whatever I was feeling would be written all over it.

      Chris and I grew up in similar neighborhoods in Charleston. Even though we attended rival high schools, I knew who he was. And from the Black’s family home, it didn’t take long to gauge that the former high school football star was his mother’s pride and joy.

      Chris was also her only child.

      I passed dozens of familiar photos of Chris placed throughout the house on walls and surfaces. I enjoyed seeing this part of Chris’s childhood and often wondered if Tyric would follow in his dad’s footsteps. Tyric’s baby pictures were almost a replica of Chris’s photos.

      We passed the living room that rarely allowed for guests. I followed Belinda past the kitchen into a family area that once had been a porch. The bright room with its large windows faced an immaculate yard filled with roses and other flowers. It was a pretty day to

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