Falling for Her (Short Story) by Debbie Macomber

Author:Debbie Macomber
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Women, Sagas
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2015-07-28T05:26:26+00:00

Chapter 4

True to Jo Marie’s word, I didn’t hear from her on Sunday morning. I knew she was busy getting everything ready for the open house. I also knew that I’d burned bridges with her. I repeatedly told myself it was probably for the best, although I had trouble accepting it. I’d let her get under my skin.

What she’d said about those lame excuses to spend time with her had hit the mark. It seemed a day couldn’t go by without me finding one reason or another to make an appearance at the inn. Most of the time I was already there, working on the list of projects Jo Marie needed done. At the end of the day, it’d become a habit to relax with her and watch the sun set. There was no better view of the cove than that from the inn.

Jo Marie wasn’t a big talker and I liked that about her. She didn’t see any reason to fill the silence with a bunch of endless chatter. Like me, she was content to unwind, enjoy the view, and sip coffee or occasionally a glass of white wine.

By noon I was hungry. The crutches weren’t my friend, though by necessity I was becoming more adept at getting around. I found a frozen pizza but had no idea how long it’d been in the freezer. When I got it out of the box the topping looked like something a cat threw up. Disgusted, I tossed it into the garbage and checked out the cupboards. I had one can of tomato soup, which I heated and ate standing up in the kitchen. I would have enjoyed a few of Jo Marie’s cookies afterward. Guess I had to get used to going without.

Damn. I’d blown it with her. Once more I tried to tell myself that severing ties with her was for the best. But I knew otherwise. We relied on each other. I helped her and she helped me, and that was the crux of the problem. I didn’t like relying on her nor was I comfortable with the way my thoughts so often went to her.

This wasn’t the first time we’d had a spat. A couple days ago she’d asked me to wash the outside of the inn’s windows. I grumbled and told her to add it to the list. I knew this was all part of the preparation for the open house. I didn’t need anything added to my workload, especially if she wanted that rose garden completed. When I wasn’t fast enough to suit her, she’d tackled the job herself.

I’d been working on getting the lawn dug up for the garden when I saw her balancing on the stepladder with a bucket of water and a squeegee. I frowned because it was obvious she didn’t know what she was doing. When she teetered on the ladder, I lost it.

What ensued was a shouting match that ended with me quitting. We were both boiling mad. Before I said or did something I knew I would regret, I walked off the job and stewed all the way home.

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