Gabe Gabe was passing his friends’, Declan and Addie’s, house on his way home and decided to stop by and ask Addie to take the stage at Rusty’s on Friday night. Gabe’s hand wasn’t feeling much better at this point, and he knew it wouldn’t be healed in the next few days. Declan and Addie had spent a week in a cabin in the Smoky Mountains after their wedding, and Gabe hadn’t spoken to them since they’d returned. He wasn’t surprised to find Sissy’s SUV parked in the driveway. Addie and Sissy were almost inseparable. Gabe was sidetracked by Reaper, Declan and Addie’s playful German Shepherd, as soon as he stepped out of the Jeep. Gabe never missed an opportunity to roughhouse with a pup. His own dogs liked to wrestle with him in the backyard most nights. He eventually broke away from Reaper and walked in the front door without knocking. Declan, Addie, Sissy, and Tyler sat in the living room. “Gabe! I missed you!” Addie jumped up from her seat on the couch next to Declan and greeted Ga
Celina looked out the window of the bedroom she’d commandeered as her office. The sky was as dark as night, but the clock on her computer read three in the afternoon. Thunder shook the hardwood floorboards beneath her feet, and she saved her work just in case the power went out and her laptop battery died before she finished the project she was working on. She always volunteered to pick Emma up from her parents’ house when it rained, but she dreaded that stupid puddle at the front door. It seemed to get worse with each storm. Thankfully, Gabe was coming to fix it tomorrow. The rain should be gone by then, and hopefully he’d know what to do. A distant sound caught her attention, and she turned her head and stilled to listen. Moments passed in silence before she heard the sound again. Someone was at the front door. Celina’s heart was beating frantically by the time she reached the living room. Another wave of thunder rolled through the house, and she turned on the porch lights. It w
The next day was sunny and bright, and Celina wondered if the visit from Saul she’d had the night before was only a nightmare. Without Emma around to shatter the silence with her playfulness, the house felt cold and empty. Celina would be lost without her daughter. Emma gave her something to fight for, and she’d needed that kick in the butt more than ever after Saul left her. Celina wasn’t sure she’d have picked herself up quite so easily had she been alone. Two days and a night without her daughter was beginning to affect her mood. She spent more time with Emma than anyone else, and their attachment was strong. Celina sent her usual wrap-up e-mail to her boss in Nashville and closed her laptop. She was incredibly lucky her job had offered her a remote position when she’d been forced to move after her divorce. She loved graphic design, and she’d had the same wonderful clients for years. It was Friday afternoon, and she had a whole weekend to look forward to with Emma. If the rain
She knew it was probably Gabe knocking on the door, but her body couldn’t rationalize. He’d said he’d be back to pick them up at six, after all. With sweaty hands, Celina answered the door to find Gabe standing in a green-and-gray pearl snap shirt. The pale colors were a stark contrast to his dark-brown eyes. His hair was still damp from the shower, and his smile was bright. “You look amazing,” Gabe said in greeting. One day, she’d teach her heart not to waver at his sweet compliments, but she’d taken extra time getting ready. Her dark, curly hair hung loose past her shoulders. She’d actually styled it instead of throwing it into a ponytail. “You ready for some fun? Where’s Emma?” Gabe asked, too excited to contain his curiosity. She hadn’t expected him to be quite so eager. She still thought this might be a pity date. On cue, Emma ran around the corner screaming. “I got her. I’m ready.” She carried her favorite Lucy doll that was wearing a dress. “I couldn’t find the right color
After the meal, Celina, Gabe, and Emma danced to a few more songs. Emma loved the fast-paced tunes, and Celina had let Gabe whisk her daughter around the dance floor on his own. He wasn’t favoring his injured hand, and she wondered if it was close to healing. Watching Gabe and Emma have fun, Celina forgot her earlier worries about Gabe’s intentions. She didn’t have to make a decision about their relationship tonight. He hadn’t pushed her, and she wouldn’t stress it if he didn’t. On the ride home, Emma recounted her favorite songs of the night. When she grew tired and her monologue ceased, Gabe turned to Celina. “So, do you work on the weekends or is it your off day?” “I work remotely for a graphic design company in Nashville. My work week is Monday through Friday, and my weekends are for Emma.” “Graphic design sounds interesting,” Gabe added. “Yeah.” Celina looked away from him, even though the darkness hid her expression. “I had a lot of loyal clients before I had to leave, and
Gabe. Gabe had waited at the end of the hallway for Celina to finish putting Emma to bed. The house was small enough that he’d heard Emma’s prayer and their confessions of love after. What he wouldn’t give to be a part of a love like that. The unfailing love between Celina and Emma choked him up. He could see that Celina was struggling with the repairs for the old house and juggling a full-time job and her family. He wanted to give them the world, but he knew Celina was too independent to just take what he wanted to offer without pushing back. Her pride wouldn’t allow a handout. He was leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest when Celina stepped out of Emma’s room and closed the door behind her. The lamp in the living room cast a faint light down the hallway, and he couldn’t take his eyes from her as she turned to him. Her curly, dark hair hung past her shoulders today, and he wondered how it was possible that she could look more beautiful than before. The lig
Gabe had been working on the bathroom renovation for a week without fail, and Emma was smitten. Celina wasn’t entirely immune to his charm either. Each afternoon, he showed up at her door at three like clockwork with various supplies and tools, plus little extras for her and Emma. He paid attention to everything. He knew Emma’s favorite colors and characters, and she was always grateful for the gifts. Celina would’ve asked him not to spoil her daughter, but she couldn’t afford to buy the things Gabe gave to them, so she stayed quiet and thankful. He’d brought a single red rose for Celina every day, and she’d put them all in a vase together in the dining room. When Emma got home every day, she sat outside the bathroom door where he worked. Gabe sang a new, sweet song to her each day. When he would finish, Emma would order, “Again,” and he’d sing it again with the same passion the tenth time as the first. Every night, Emma would sing the song to Celina, proud of herself for learni
The next morning, Rhonda came over to check on Emma and help Celina. While her mom and Emma cuddled, watched TV, and read books, Celina washed the endless sheets and clothes Emma had vomited on in the last twenty-four hours. No one had gotten any sleep. Emma was restless, and Celina was uncomfortable. It was Sunday, and the pediatrician’s office wouldn’t open until eight Monday morning. They’d have to hydrate and maintain until then. Just before noon, her mom stepped into the kitchen where Celina was tidying up after lunch. “She’s asleep.” Her mom reached for the coffee carafe and emptied its contents into her mug. “You need a nap too. Why don’t you go get in bed?” “I’m all right. I think I’ll run to the store in a little bit, if you’re planning to stick around. We need Pedialyte and medicine.” Rhonda shrugged. “Anything you need me to do while you’re gone?” “Not really. Just check on her and be there in case she wakes up.” “Okay. I brought my book. I’ll catch up on some reading