Winter's Touch (Immortal Touch Series) Read Online Free PDF

parasomnias in children are nightmares, sleep terrors, somnambulism, confusional arousals and enuresis. Although the majority of cases are a result of external factors such as sleep deprivation, stress and fever, in rare instances persistent and prominent cases can be the direct result of repressed trauma.
    “Honey? Are you home?”
    “Back here, Mom.” Eva clicked save and turned from the keyboard as her mother appeared in the doorway. “What’s up? How was your day?”
    Abby rolled her eyes and shook her pretty brunette head as she sorted through the day’s mail. “Oh, it was a real winner. I had to come home around ten for clean shoes after that Brower kid threw up on the ones I was wearing.”
    Eva couldn’t help but laugh. “Ew! What did you do with them?”
    “I chunked them in the garbage and drove home in my stocking feet, what do you think? God, I hate these rotaviruses.”
    “You threw out a pair of sixty dollar nursing shoes?”
    “You weren’t there. Trust me, there was no salvaging those bad boys. It’s a good thing I kept the old ones I had. You know, sometimes I seriously question my decision to work as a pediatric nurse.” Sighing, she unclipped her long hair from its restraint and shook it out. “I could be in a nice neat office full of grownups where everyone wears three-piece suits and nobody hands you their pre-chewed gum when you try to look at their tonsils.”
    “Oh, you know you love it.”
    “Keep saying that. Maybe eventually I’ll believe it.” She paused, still standing in the doorway as if there was something else on her mind.
    Eva recognized that look. After so many years together, her mother’s face had become an easily translatable book to her. Abigail Spencer was a sweet, altruistic woman who wore her heart on her sleeve. It was just a shame she was so easily taken advantage of because of it.
    After a moment she commented, “So, I heard some interesting news today.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Michelle’s pregnant again.”
    Michelle ! Aka The Tramp . How long was this woman planning to continue populating Colorado? Already she and her ill-gotten husband had four children, none of which Eva had even met though technically they were her agnate siblings. It wasn’t as if Colorado Springs was that far away. Edwin (she stubbornly refused to call him Dad anymore - that was a title he simply did not deserve) chose to keep his former family separate, in a crass attempt to dismiss their existence as much as possible. Truth be told, it was highly likely the children had been kept in the dark regarding their older half-sister. Not that it mattered.
    Her green eyes narrowed. “Figures. She never could keep her legs closed. I think they’re spring-loaded or something.”
    “Can’t argue with you there.” Abby bit her lip thoughtfully.
    Her daughter gave her a suspicious look. “Th at doesn’t bother you, does it? After all this time you shouldn’t even give that asshat a second thought.”
    “Honey, he is still your father. I wish you wouldn’t...”
    “ Father! Some father! I’m supposed to be thrilled to pieces if he takes time out of his busy schedule to call me twice a year. I can’t believe you would actually defend him after the way he treated you! Treated both of us.” She didn’t try to disguise the disgust in her voice.
    “All right, point taken. ”
    “I’m sorry, Mom. It’s just...you know you didn’t deserve what he did to you. Eight years of marriage, and he shows his loyalty by running off with a cheap pole dancer.”
    “Dental hygienist.”
    “She looked like a pole dancer.”
    “Well, maybe that’s what your father saw in her. It certainly wasn’t the stimulating conversation she provided.” Abby caught her daughter’s eye and they both began to laugh. “Have you started dinner, by any chance?”
    “I stuck some Jamaican jerk chicken in the oven. I didn’t make anything else yet. Hope it’s not burned to a crisp - I started researching