A Wedding for the Widower (Brush Creek Brides Book 1) by Liz Isaacson

Author:Liz Isaacson [Isaacson, Liz]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: AEJ Creative Works
Published: 2017-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

By the time she arrived in Evanston, Tess’s muscles needed to stand, stretch, move. Something inside her seethed, and she knew exactly what it was. She should’ve told Walker about her health concerns. She should’ve called her parents. They’d pray for her, alert her sisters, put her name on a community prayer roll. Walker would probably make sure to be there to pick up the boys after school, have dinner ready for her when she returned, all of it.

Or maybe that was her imagination running wild. But perhaps Walker would be waiting at her house with a platter of tacos as high as the Rocky Mountains. Just because he wanted to be smart about their relationship didn’t mean he wanted to end it. Or even slow it down.

She pulled out her phone to make a few calls and realized she was five minutes late. She fired off a fast text to her mother as she hurried into the oncology building. She could call Walker afterward. She missed the sound of his voice, the steadiness he’d introduced into her life with the simple act of holding her hand and texting her before he went to bed.

A blast of air conditioning hit her as hard as the realization that she’d started to fall for Walker Thompson. She needed to call him now.

“Tess.” The receptionist hurried toward her, a broad smile on her face.

“Nancy.” Tess melted into the older woman’s embrace and breathed in the familiar scent of roses and powder.

She held her at arm’s length. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, good.”

Nancy pursed her lips. “Why are you here then?”

“I just had a feeling I should come,” Tess said. “And I’ve learned not to ignore those feelings.” She stepped with Nancy to the check-in desk and leaned against it. Her phone felt like a brick in her pocket, but she ignored it when it buzzed. It would be her mother, and Tess couldn’t talk right now.

“He’s ready for you,” Nancy clicked a couple of times on the computer and glanced toward the nurse standing there with a thick folder in his hand. “Good to see you again, Tess.” She gave her such a fond look, Tess was reminded of how many people influenced her life. She’d tried to distance herself all these years—a mistake she realized.

“I need to call my mom first,” Tess said. “Is that okay? She called right when I stepped through the door.”

“No problem.” Nancy nodded at the nurse, who smiled and went back down the hall.

She hurried outside and dialed her mom back. “Honey.”

Tess’s emotion lodged in her throat. “Mom.”

“You’re at the oncologist again? I thought your scans from a few months ago were clear.”

Though the sun beat down on the cement, a chill snaked down Tess’s spine. “They were. I’ve just been feeling a little bit off.”

“You’re smart to go in.”

“I’m already late, but I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.”

“How’s Graham?”

“He’s fine. I didn’t tell him I was coming today.”

Her mother sighed, and Tess imagined her mother’s blonde hair piled into a messy bun on top of her head.

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