Down From the Clouds (19 page)

"Wow," she said, as I laid her on our bed. "You memorized all that?"

"I spent most of my life reading. Most guys quote Anchorman, I quote Shakespeare and Dickens."

"I prefer Shakespeare to Will Ferrell any day."

"And I prefer you over all the other flowers in the garden." I kissed her neck as she smiled. 

"Even the roses?"

"Even the roses." I kept kissing. 

"What kind of flower am I?"

“Easy,” I said. “Middlemist red."

"What's that?"

"Look it up later." I kissed her lips. "For now, just kiss me."

I pulled the covers over our heads. We kissed until we could no longer breath. The sticky air between us cooled as I pulled the covers back. We embraced and kissed again, her hair climbing all over the milky-white pillows, for what felt like hours before we allowed our bodies to become one again.

The moonlight reflected from the carpet of snow outside, lighting up our room and projecting shadows of our bodies on the wall. And it was there, in that moment, that I realized I could get through any winter, any season of life, if I had this woman by my side. Not a woman in the world could compare to my wife. My one of a kind.

My middlemist red. 

The Life I Now Live

Continue to follow the stories of your favorite character’s

 from The Unspoken Series in Book 3, 

written from the perspective’s of Heidi and Patrick.

Heidi Chase
married the love of her life at a young age and got pregnant right away. When her husband’s life ends on the afternoon asphalt much too soon, she promises to never take her ring off for another man. But shortly before her daughters birth she meets Patrick Wheldon who lost his wife to cancer and can’t seem to find joy again. Falling in love again is the last thing Heidi wants to do, but when Patrick is the only one there for her in the most painful times, will she be able to help herself?

Patrick Wheldon
is a sweet-natured man who married a woman with deep wounds and heavy baggage from her past. When she dies of cancer, he has trouble moving on … until he meets Heidi. It doesn’t take long for Patrick to fall in love with her adventurous spirit, but she refuses to let go of the memory of her late husband. Patrick stays faithful to her wishes, but silently loves and fights for her as her best friend. When she finally starts to consider the romance between them, her past resurfaces and forces him to question whether or not she’s worth fighting for.

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The Life I Now Live
Chapter One

Snowflakes piled up on each other as I rocked Riley to sleep. The ground turned white as I thought of the things I kept hidden. The rings on my left hand sparkled in the glow of a candle, reminding me of the lies. I tried to convince myself that a secret is only a lie if it harms someone. For so long my secrets only harmed myself. Now, sweet Patrick introduced himself to my life and pretended to not fall in love with me. And my secrets would harm him if he got too close. So I built a wall between us to keep him from the truth. The heartbreak.

I called him my best friend. Nothing more. He accepted that. He accepted everything. Sometimes I wished he weren't so nice. Sometimes I wished he would pry the truth out of me and set me free. But he didn't know. No one did. My lies were so real that I grew to believe them myself. 

Snowflakes pressed themselves against the window. I placed Riley in her crib, on her side  like she liked. Her eyes flickered and then closed. I longed for the kind of peace she had. Soon life would steal it from her too. A life of many painful surgeries and nights in the hospital. A life without her father. 

I laid my cheek against the cold window. Inhaled.

"You can do this," I whispered to myself.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. A text from Ella.

I ignored it.

I loved Gavin and Ella. Who wouldn't? Most loving people I'd ever known. But that's not all. They were also the happiest and most gorgeous couple I'd ever known. I know they had their histories too. We all do. But they handled everything so well. Together. They were everything I ever wanted and nothing I ever had. They were beautiful. And if you looked under the delicate mounds of snow on my heart you wouldn't find beauty. The sheet of white hid a landfill of lost hopes and dreams. Brokenness.

I often wondered if I'd ever be able to start over. Start a new life with Patrick. A life so different from anything I'd ever known.

I tiptoed across the room and closed the door and walked downstairs. Patrick must've cleaned the kitchen for me. Again. Something Andy never had enough time or energy to do for me. Not since his promotion. The one that sucked the life from our marriage. 

I grabbed a bottle of water and sat on the couch. Patrick's shoes were still on the floor by the door. He must've stayed.

I peeked outside. The wind blew snow on my face. I breathed in the winter air and shut the door.

"Hey," Patrick said. Voice quiet, eyes concerned.

"I can't believe you waited so long. I thought you left."

"That was the plan, but something isn't right with you tonight. I didn't want to leave you here alone."

"I'm okay."

"You're not okay."

I wanted to tell him the truth. Tell him what he was getting himself into. Instead, I touched his hand, lingered there for a second, and walked away. Back to the couch.

"Okay," he said from behind me. "I am just going to be a straight up with you."

I waited. Looked down at my stomach. The stomach that once held another life. A life that wouldn't be here if it weren't for Andy and our love.

"Are you listening?" he said. "Heidi, I need you to look at me."

He knelt down on the floor beside me. Took my hand. 

I jerked. "No, Pat. I can't."

He looked at his hand, then laughed. "I look like I'm about to propose, huh?"

I nodded. Confused. 

"I just knelt here. Didn't mean to scare you." He half-smiled and sat beside me. "I'm not proposing until your hand is free to accept the ring."

It sounded like he already had the ring. My stomach turned as my my heart fought between excitement and anxiety. I know it seemed crazy to most people around me, but I was still married. Andrew Chase was dead to the world. His ashes spread across the hills of America. To me, though, he was still alive. The echoes of his heart still beating to the rhythm of my own heart.

Ella thought of me as admirable. She never said a word, but I knew she didn't approve of Patrick. She wanted us to stay faithful to our dead spouses. If only she knew why I wanted to stay faithful, maybe then she'd realize I'm not as romantic as I seem. Just scared. Scared and alone.

"What's wrong?" Patrick said as I wiped my eyes.

I shook my head and reclined on the couch. Patrick sat at my feet, afraid to touch me, but I could tell he wanted to.

"Look," he said, eyes ahead. I couldn't help but notice his defined jaw and the muscles in his neck. "I didn't want to say this, but I love you Heidi. I love what we have. I love who I am when I'm with you. I love you." He exhaled and looked at me. "There. I said it."

I looked down, trying to hide the tears. I wanted him so much. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and let him love me. I wanted to run away from the past and start a new life with him. But what I wanted didn't matter. I needed to stay faithful to Andy. I had no choice.

I promised. And I feared breaking this promise. Not because I'm a wonderful person. Because I would always live my life wondering "what if" and what could've been. That wouldn't be fair to Patrick.

I reached for his hand. My heart tearing at the edges, but staying in tact. I loved him. I really did. But never in a million years could I tell him. Allowing Patrick into my heart meant saying goodbye to Andrew. Forever. My Andy. My first love.

I twirled the rings on my finger and looked at Patrick. "I know you love me. I know our friendship is special. I appreciate you a—"

"You appreciate me a lot, but you don't love me. You still love Andy."

I nodded, tears fending for life on my lashes. I blinked and watered my cheeks. "Life doesn't make sense, Pat."

"It makes perfect sense," he said. "I married a girl I loved more than my own life, and she happened to love her own life more than she loved me. It would only make sense that I'd fall for a woman who loved another man more than she could ever love me."

I watched him speak. He continued pouring his heart into my hands as I focused on his lips. He was more attractive than Andy. Than any guy I'd ever been with. Short chocolatey hair. Eyes the color of the Atlantic Ocean. Fit, but still looked cuddly.

He kept talking. I couldn't focus on his words. Not with his rolled up sleeves highlighting his wrists and hands. It had been so long since I'd been with a man. Felt the warmth of a man's touch on my skin in a way only lovers embrace.

I shoved the thoughts into a mental drawer and locked it.

"Pat." I stood. "I want you to know that I care about you a lot. I really do. I know you've had a difficult past. I have too. But I need to do this. Please, trust me when I say it's not you. You are amazing. It's me. It's all me."

He stood. Inches from my face. My lips silently begged him to come closer, but I couldn't. I stepped back. Looked down and caught my breath.

"I need to get some rest," I said. "We'll talk tomorrow."

He kissed my hand, respectfully, tipped his hat, and walked out of my house. I watched his car drive out of sight and broke down on the living room floor. I hated what my life had become. I hated that the only lovers I had known were Andy and my tears. One gone, the other unwanted. And I hated that a gorgeous man with an even more amazing heart wanted to lead me to a better life. A life I desperately wanted my entire life, but it was too late. I already sent my heart to someone else, self-addressed stamped envelope not included. I couldn't get it back. Even if I wanted to. 

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Your Questions Answered

Q. I love Gavin and Ella. Where did you come up with their characters? Are they based off of real people?

A. Yes, they are. I know a couple who lives and breathes romance. They truly are a beautiful couple inside and out. They love each other deeply, stick by each other through everything, and help each other grow. Gavin and Ella are a little different with their past and little nuances, but the overall tone and romance they share was based off of a real couple I am grateful to know.

Q. Do you plot out your stories before writing or figure it out as you go?

A. A little of both. I have a general idea for the beginning and ending of every story, then let it flow from there. My characters become so real to me. They become my friends. People I know and love. As I wrote from Ella and Matthew’s perspectives in the first book I really tried to become them. Almost like acting, which I love. Same with Gavin for the second book. I stepped into his life and walked in his shoes. I let him show me how he felt, what he wanted to do, how he wanted to react. Sometimes he says and does things I don’t agree with, but I have to let him do it anyway. I’m not him. I have to let him live on the page and become real. And because of that I definitely am surprised by a lot of the things that happen in the story. This ending wasn’t what I expected. I thought they would get married in the hospital when Sarah was ready to be moved to the chapel there, but they surprised me and did it sooner.

Q. Since you now live in Chicago, do you think you’ll ever write about a character from there?

A. Well, I grew up in Philadelphia and I love it there. Philly is home to me. I love Pennsylvania so much. I’ll probably keep most of the series in Philly, but honestly, who knows! I’m willing to see where the next books take me and maybe I’ll end up taking readers on a stroll through Paris! It’s all a mystery to me too!

Q. Which books have you completed so far?

A. Only books 1 through 3. My publisher and I haven’t decided yet which characters we’d like to focus on for books 4 through 6. I’m eager to pen Mwenye and Tylissa’s story. Also Sarah and James. But Miranda has a great personality too. She will be a lot of fun. It’s hard to choose! We have a voting poll set up on my website so that readers can decide which books they’d like to see first.

Q. How many books in total will be in The Unspoken Series?

A. I think we decided on 10 max, but we’ll see how it goes. Everyone adores Gavin and Ella so I am hoping to end the series with them again. I love them so much too!