Fallen Hearts (Casteel 3)

things could have been different. And she was perfect!

So perfect!

"I don't see a card," Logan broke into my

reverie. "Isn't that silly? One of our craftsmen made

you this amazing present and forgot to put in a card.

How can we thank him? I'll have to have some of my

men see if they can find out who made this. It's

spectacular, isn't it, Heaven? Such attention to detail.

I'll bet," Logan said suddenly, "that Tony had someone do this. Maybe it's his way of apologizing,

huh?"

"Yes," I whispered.

I could barely talk, so overwhelmed was I by this token of Troy's forever abiding

love. Logan thought it was because I was so taken

with the beauty of the gift. "Could you put Annie back

in her crib?" I whispered hoarsely.

"Sure," he said.

He took the baby from my arms and placed her

gently in her crib. "I'll take this downstairs," he said,

reaching for the tiny cottage.

"No, that's all right, Logan. Leave it. I want to

look at it for a while."

"Sure. Well, I've got to get back to the factory.

I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay."

He kissed me on the cheek and rushed out. Again I opened the roof and the magical

tinkling music filled the room. A cloud that had been

blocking the sun moved off and the warm light came

streaming through the window to caress the tiny

cottage.

The door to one of the closets of my memory