A May Bride by Meg Moseley

Author:Meg Moseley [Moseley, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: ebook
ISBN: 9780310338703
Google: VsRnAgAAQBAJ
Goodreads: 18626241
Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2013-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

I had never visited my secret garden so late in the morning. The steady roar of rush-hour traffic drowned out the birdsongs, and the mosquitoes were already out. I didn’t care.

I’d called in sick, my tear-clogged voice making me sound as ill as I claimed to be, but I knew Betty would see right through my story. Everyone would.

I kept imagining finality in Gray’s tone when he said good-bye. Surely he wouldn’t break up with me like that, though, leaving me in the dark. But he’d left me. No doubt about it.

Mom was right. That was what men did.

I yanked at a dandelion. The root broke off in the ground.

I hadn’t slept all night. I’d paced and cried and paced some more, trying to talk myself into calling or texting again, but I’d already tried that. And I wouldn’t go pound on his door. That would smack of desperation. I’d brought my phone, though, just in case.

He would go on the trail ride in the morning. Wearing a cowboy hat and a happy grin, he would be so darned cute.

He might meet some other woman. A friend of his friend. A woman who could afford to be spontaneous because she wasn’t stuck driving her perfectly capable mother around Atlanta. And because I’d said something about slowing down and he’d heard it as “Go away,” he would feel unattached. Available.

Would he forget me that quickly? Really?

A mosquito bit my arm. I slapped hard, stinging my arm and leaving a smear of blood. The minor hurt brought the tears back. I let my shoulders shake but I wouldn’t let myself cry out loud.

Something rustled in the grass behind me. Pastor Michael’s footsteps, maybe. I didn’t want to talk to him when I was a mess of tears and snot and misery. I didn’t want to talk to anybody. Not even—

“Ellie?”

Gray. I froze, holding my breath.

“When you didn’t come to the door, I thought you might be here,” he said.

I kept my eyes on the pink petunias. “Why didn’t you call?”

“I broke my phone yesterday. Threw it halfway across the parking lot.”

He’d thrown his precious?

Still on my knees, I maneuvered myself around to see him. He loomed over me, his face unshaved and his shirt rumpled. The same shirt he’d worn yesterday.

“You slept in your clothes?”

He gave me a wry smile. “You slept?”

“No.” I wiped my nose on the shoulder of my shirt. “I’m sorry, Gray.”

“I am too.”

He didn’t move closer, though. He only looked down at me from his considerable height. We were nearly in the same place where we’d first met. I was wearing the same trashed jeans. Should’ve been wearing the same flannel shirt to ward off the mosquitoes.

I sat on the ground and wrapped my arms around my knees. “I never said I wanted to break up or anything like that. I only said Mom would want us to slow down.”

“And that worries me, El. I wish she felt differently about us.”

I studied the filthy toes of my gardening shoes.

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