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Widowed after a second marriage, Miriam Alexander carries the weight of two love stories—one built on comfort, the other on a passion she never forgot.
When her daughter insists she take a vacation to a quiet beach near Cancun, Miriam expects nothing more than rest and sunshine. She doesn’t expect to come face to face with Rhett Yancey—the cowboy she once loved, the man she never truly let go.
Now a rancher at Calico Ranch, Rhett has built a good life, but his heart has always belonged to Miriam. Time, loss, and regret stand between them—but so does a chance neither thought they’d have again.
As the waves roll in and old wounds resurface, Miriam and Rhett must decide if love deserves another try.
A Dream Come True is a short, heartfelt second-chance romance about forgiveness, healing, and the quiet strength of love that endures.
After much discussion about whether she needed a vacation, she told Kaitlin to go ahead and make the arrangements. Why had I ever let her talk me into this?
The maid met Miriam at the door and led her up the stairs to her room. “I am so happy, senora. You are finally here.”
“Finally?” It only took six hours, nothing strange about that. The elderly maid covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh, and backed out.
Miriam lay across the bed to rest and flipped through her magazine for just a little while before falling asleep. It seemed like only minutes later a knock on the door awakened her. A familiar voice said, “Dinner in forty minutes.” Who was it? She opened the door seeing no one.
The toe of her shoe kicked something under a chair. Dropping onto her hands and knees, she fished a small box into her hand. Opening it, there was a ring—a small opal surrounded with diamonds. She slipped it from the box, she slid it on the ring finger of her right hand. It fit perfectly. But it wasn’t hers. Surely it was left at her door by mistake. Or was it? Were there other guests? She’d seen no one else. Who would give her such an extravagant gift?
