HERE TOMORROW 7 PM PST. PAMELA Q. FERNANDES AUTHOR OF: STARTING OVER (SEE MORE EXCERPTS)
7 PM PST.
PAMELA Q. FERNANDES
Cara Wallace is stunned to find Nathan Reynolds back in Henderson County. His sudden arrival brings to the fore unresolved questions of what might have been.
How could she unwrite the past?
How could she undo the mistakes?
How could she unlove him?
Nathan Reynolds can't understand why Cara chose to stay in this small town. How could she sacrifice her career, her future and their love for a small run-down cottage in the middle of nowheresville?
Whatever her reasons, Nathan intends to find out and start over again!
“What do you want me to see?”
She hoped he wouldn’t take her to the old stone house. The very same ancient house where they’d met for the last time. It had been built for the Masons while they worked on building the home and was abandoned later. It was also the place they both used to sneak off to for studying, playing music or doing anything that fancied them. It was also the graveyard of their love.
Instead, he turned down another path that took them deep into the grounds until he stopped and like a showman raised his arms.
Cara gasped. “Is it what I think it is?”
“Damn right. The orchard. Remember how we’d randomly put in few seedlings. Maybe the gardeners planted more, later. I don’t know how but we have about twenty-two trees and guess what…”
She rushed towards the trees, full of fruit and tried to reach one but couldn’t.
She felt the brush of Nathan close to her reaching up to one and pulling it down for her. Their hands touched and it singed Cara’s skin.
Trying hard to conceal the flush that crept up her face, she took the apple only to find his fingers lightly grazing hers and she couldn’t help bite her lip at the feel of him. It had been years since she’d felt that kind of contact.
“You’re welcome to them anytime,” he said staring into her eyes.
She turned away and inhaled the sweet smell, trying hard to avoid his gaze. “Honeycrisps I think.” She smiled. “This place has changed so much,” she said looking around the grounds, the gurgling brook that flowed through the vast estate and the scattered vermilion leaves.
“I could smell the apple pie yesterday, so here you go,” he grabbed a few and handed them to her. “Time changes things, I suppose,” he said and she wondered why there was a sadness in his voice. “Do you like being here in Henderson County?” he asked his voice soft and she knew she could avoid answering it if she chose to.
“I know how I complained about it before, but it suits me fine now. It’s safe and doesn’t have crime. I can send my Brooke to school and know she’ll be okay. Everything is within reach and the people have been good to me.” And they truly had. The people of Henderson County literally pulled her out of the mire to support her when her sister and brother-in-law died so soon after her mother.
“It must have been hard when Erica and Joey died. Being a single parent isn’t easy. I suppose staying here worked out for you, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, it did.” Ignoring his comment about being a single parent, she started walking back towards the house causing him to follow. “I guess Brooke was always destined to be with me.”
Out of the blue, he remarked, “How come you didn’t get married then?”
His words caught her off guard. “I hardly think that’s appropriate for an employer to ask.”
“Come on Cara, we’re talking.”
Cara looked at the gravel along the trail and smelled the rich scent of fall in the air.
“I had a child to look after Nathan. No one wants to date single parents or women with baggage.”
“I would,” he said and Cara’s heart stopped.
Charismatic Bollywood actor, Vir Seth declares he won't be trapped into marriage by a scheming woman. When Soumya Ninan overhears his reasons, she decides to punish him by doing exactly that.
Soumya Ninan unleashes a storm when she announces to the newspapers that Vir is engaged. To whom? Why Soumya herself!
The battle has just begun.
“So, you’re Soumya Ninan,” he said, his tone curt.
“Yes,” she mumbled.
He was clearly imposing his worth on her. She knew perfectly well that her gray kurta and dark churidar pants in no way matched up to the expensive clothing of his typical female companions. By those standards, she was dressed like a maid.
But did he have to look at her like that? As if studying every hair on her head? She dropped her head and wrung her hands, as he continued to survey her.
“The girl I’m supposedly engaged to,” he continued.
Her gaze shot up. “I—I can explain that.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Can you now?” he mused. “You can explain how I’m engaged to be married to a complete stranger, can you?” His light eyes were furious. “Go on then. This better be good!”
Soumya squirmed in her seat. “I wouldn’t say that,” she said clumsily. “But I have an explanation. I’m not sure you’re going to like it.”
This time, he snapped. “I don’t quite like being engaged to a girl I’ve never met before! Nobody in their right mind would. Now hurry up! What’s your story?”
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