Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! Her ability to use language impaired by a head injury, Laura Townsend builds a new life for herself working at an animal clinic owned by veterinarian Isaiah Coulter, who finds himself falling in love with her. There are no reviews yet. Be the first one to write a review. Books for People with Print Disabilities. Internet Archive Books. Delaware County District Library Ohio.
Scanned in China. Henderson Libraries. Get Hooked! Listen to the Stars! My Sunshine. Description Details Reviews New York Times bestselling author Catherine Anderson's Coulter Family series continues in this poignant story of a love that defies all the odds Despite her difficulties, she never lost her vivacious spirit or sunny disposition. Now she has a great new job at an animal clinic—and a handsome new boss who fills her heart with longing. But veterinarian Isaiah Coulter deserves a woman who can meet all his needs.
Battling her feelings, Laura decides that sometimes a woman must love a man enough to walk away. Impressed by her healing touch—and captivated by her dazzling beauty—Isaiah finds himself falling in love.
Languages English. New York Times bestselling author Catherine Anderson's Coulter Family series continues in this poignant story of a love that defies all the odds Catherine Anderson - Author.
Why is availability limited? Sign in Cancel. On the longest wall, the faces of his brothers and sister as well as his own stared back at him from countless framed photographs, a pictorial record of their lives from infancy to adulthood. The delicious smells of warm apple pie and freshly brewed coffee greeted him as he moved farther into the room.
Following his nose and the sound of her voice, Isaiah stepped into the archway. Standing at the kitchen counter, his mother flashed him a welcoming smile. Her plump cheeks rosy, her dark hair lying in loose curls around her face, she was, in Isaiah's eyes, just as beautiful at almost sixty as she had been twenty years ago. The handsomest of all my sons, and you're still single. Isaiah knew very well that he wasn't the handsomest pup in her litter.
In truth, he and his brothers were all carbon copies of their dad and looked pretty much the same. As for his being single, he liked it that way. Veterinary medicine was a demanding field, leaving him little time for personal relationships. Someday, when his life grew less hectic, he might consider settling down, but for now he needed to stay focused on his career. Just look at you, Isaiah Joel, drenched to the skin and blue around the lips.
You need someone with good sense to look after you. Catching the towel in one fist, Isaiah blotted his face and dried the back of his neck. As for my lips being blue, that's because it's colder than a well digger's ass out there.
A man with your IQ should know better. Absentminded, I guess, always thinking deep thoughts and oblivious to everything else. You'll catch your death, sitting around in that wet thing you're wearing. Isaiah did feel cold. He quickly divested himself of the wet garment, plucked a plastic shopping sack from the cloth bag holder hanging on a hook by the kitchen door, and stuffed the shirt inside.
I swear, a high wind would blow you away. Accustomed to Mary's scolding, Isaiah bent to kiss her cheek before taking a chair at the round oak table in one corner of the kitchen. It's my favorite. That was sweet of you. Mary released a shrill little sigh, conveying with a lift of her shoulders that her trials were many as Harv Coulter's wife.
Something's gone haywire with the refrigeration system, I think. After that, he was heading out to the Lazy J to help Hank and Jake mend fence line. His back has been giving him fits all week, but do you think he'll take it easy? Just because he's retired doesn't mean he has to stop living. With Molly expecting again, and Carly trying to care for a baby so soon after eye surgery, both your brothers are spread mighty thin.
Isaiah had been so busy that he'd nearly forgotten his sister-in-law's corneal surgery. The major problem right now is retraining her thingamajig. Hank called last night. He bought some red duct tape and lined the edges of all the steps so Carly can tell where one ends and another starts. She almost fell on the front porch yesterday when she was carrying Hank Junior. Enjoying the warmth that still radiated from the oven, Isaiah sighed and flexed his shoulders.
It was strange, he thought, how quickly he could always relax in his mother's kitchen. He guessed it was because the room was a reflection of the woman herself: small, colorful, busy, and full of love. The fact that Mary Coulter loved her children was in evidence everywhere he looked. All available surfaces were crowded with plaster hand-prints, school portraits, art projects gone yellow with age, and silly stuff that he or his siblings had given her over the years, including a knickknack shelf filled with some old-fashioned power-pole insulators that Isaiah and his twin brother, Tucker, had carted home one long-ago day.
Now it appeared that Mary had begun to collect grandchild keepsakes. Jake's son's baby booties were pinned to the ruffled white curtains at the window, and the front of the refrigerator was hidden by his crayon creations, all of which were nothing but scribbles. Normally Isaiah disliked clutter, but somehow his mom made it work.
The crowded walls and splashes of color were not only pleasing to the eye but also oddly soothing.
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