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CAN A SINGLE MEMORY SAVE THE LIFE OF SOMEONE YOU LOVE?
Annie Doyle believes the answer is yes, but will she find it in time?
Fifty years of memories are hidden in the walls of the loft. Now Ophelia Browne is leaving the house and she’s leaving some very powerful memories behind. Annie needs to find just one… the one that will save Oliver’s life.
On the day of their wedding, Annie sees only happiness ahead, but when an accident calls her and Oliver back to Memory House, her world is changed forever.
After only three nights in the loft, Annie must now find the single most meaningful memory in Oliver’s mind. If she finds it in time, she can save his life, if she doesn’t…well that’s something she can’t afford to think about.
Readers will welcome back the much-loved characters from Memory House and enjoy a few new friends!
ADVANCE PRAISE for THE LOFT, Book Two…
Crosby is one of those authors that does more than leave you with memories of her books, she leaves footprints on a reader’s soul. The Loft is literature at it’s finest. – Suzie, Bunny’s Review
I love all of Bette’s book – they are a great combination of sweet & happy and a little sorry/conflict. there are so many things to like about this book… – Leslie, StoreyBook Reviews
This book was amazing. Bette has a way of getting her characters to come to life in her books. – Mommysmoose
If you like a nice heartwarming book with a little bit of suspense, then read this book. – Rachel
Very lovely and heart warming read. I always find myself wanting to be friends with the characters in Bette’s books. – Sandy
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“I doubt that,” she laughs. “The only game I know is pinochle and maybe a smidgen of bridge.”
“But you’re a natural,” Sam says. “I can tell.”
Before he has finished showing his album, Pauline arrives. She’s got pictures of pets—dogs, cats and even a small monkey. She shoves the photo of a sad eyed beagle in front of Ophelia and says, “This is Buster, he belongs to Tess Abrams, you’re going to love Tess, she’s a barrel of laughs.”
“But I haven’t actually decided—”
“And this is Mildred’s poodle. Smartest dog I’ve ever seen. Mildred tells her to go get the bunny and Poopsie digs through her toy basket until she finds that stuffed rabbit.”
One by one Pauline goes through the photos describing both the pet and the owner. When she has exhausted her supply of photos, she apologizes for not having a shot of Calvin’s aquarium but adds that it’s a beauty.
After Pauline, Mildred comes with pictures of both her apartment and Poopsie. Several others follow her. By the time Annie and Oliver arrive, Ophelia has seen photos of everything; including the empty one-bedroom with a terrace that overlooks the gardens. She has all but made up her mind yet she says nothing. It is too early. There are arrangements to be made. Legalities to be addressed.
Oliver kisses Ophelia on the cheek and hands her a second box of chocolates. “You’re looking well,” he says.
This is a truthful statement. Ophelia does look good. She is rested and happy. For the first time in more years than she can remember she has made a decision without consulting the stars.
As they move into an easy conversation, Ophelia notices how Oliver tugs Annie close to his side and how she in turn blushes at his touch. They are happy, quite possibly as happy as she was with Edward.
Watching them together, a thought comes to her. “You two should move into the loft,” she says. “The doctor said no stairs, so I won’t be using it.”
Annie shakes her head. “We couldn’t,” she replies. “Edward built that room for you. It’s a place where—”
Ophelia stops her. “Edward’s gone,” she says. “But he intended the room to be a place for lovers. I think he’d be pleased to know I’ve passed it on to someone I love.”
Annie notices something different. It’s a strange new level of acceptance in Ophelia’s voice. This is the first time she’s spoken of Edward as if he is actually gone, as in dead.
She lifts Ophelia’s hand into hers. A worried expression is knitting her brows together. “Are you okay?” she asks. “The doctor hasn’t said something we should know about, has he?”
“I’m fine,” Ophelia laughs. “Better than ever. Being here has actually been good for me.”
“Well don’t get too comfortable,” Oliver warns. “In less than two weeks, you’ll be coming home.”