Falling into Forever by Phyllis Bourne

Author:Phyllis Bourne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Sunrise found Isaiah seated on a craggy cliff overlooking the rocks and sandy coastline hugging the deep blue waters of the Atlantic.

The air was crisp and carried the salty tang of the ocean. A smell that was unmistakably home.

He inhaled a big gulp of it, and as he exhaled he knew the air was also tinged with an intangible he couldn’t smell.

Independence.

This morning he’d awakened to his own body clock. Later, he’d eat when he was hungry, sleep when he was tired, jump in his old truck and drive as far as he wanted without a schedule, an order to follow or restrictions.

Or maybe he’d simply spend the rest of the day sitting on this rock, painting.

He studied the sunlight glistening off the waves as the tide swept across the sand. He looked down at the page in his sketchbook where he’d attempted to capture the subtle magnificence in watercolor.

The small ring-bound book, or one similar to it, had been his constant companion over the years. He could hardly wait to finally have a studio he could fill with giant canvases.

Soon, he thought.

Isaiah exchanged the short pencil for a watercolor brush and began filling in the sparkling blue of the ocean in short, quick strokes. He was so engrossed in his work, he didn’t hear Sandra approach from behind.

“Morning.”

Isaiah turned at the sound of her voice. She stood behind him dressed in sneakers, black running tights and a red fleece jacket. A red headband held her shoulder-length hair off her face. She looked adorable.

He put his sketchbook aside and stood. “Morning, gorgeous.” He kissed her. The feel of her lips against his reminded him how good it had felt to wake up beside her the past three mornings.

Too good.

Now that the weekend was over, he’d have to get used to sleeping in his own bed, alone.

“I wondered where you’d gone off to,” Sandra said. “When I woke up, you weren’t in bed, but your truck was still parked outside.”

Isaiah looked up at the sun and then at the beach below them. “When I was away, this is the scene that came to mind whenever I thought of Wintersage. I wanted to see if I could do it justice.”

Sandra glanced at the small sketchbook and the portable paint palette on the cliff ledge. “Can I see?”

“I don’t want to hold you up from your run,” he said.

She shook her head. “I’m not a runner. I just do a half hour walk along the beach weekday mornings so I can indulge in a cupcake for lunch. Oh, the bakery has a new owner. You should stop in while you’re here, her cupcakes are—”

“Positively addictive,” Isaiah interrupted. “I went there for the first time a week ago, and I’m already a regular customer.”

“Well, let me take a peek at your watercolor.”

Isaiah took her hand to steady her as she sat down on the large rock, and then took a seat beside her. He passed her the sketchbook and waited, eager to hear her opinion.

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