God Bless the Broken Road by Jennifer Dornbush

Author:Jennifer Dornbush
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Howard Books

chapter thirty-three

Scrabble

CODY’S FIREBIRD ROARS to a stop across the street from Harry’s Coffee Shop, a Scrabble-themed coffeehouse that is a welcome addition to Clarksville’s struggling downtown district, and the only place one can go for a coffee after the sidewalks roll up at 6:00 p.m.

“Sit tight,” Cody tells Amber as he throws the muscle car into park.

Cody exits his car. Amber draws in a couple of deep breaths as he sails around to the other side to open her door. Amber steps out and faces the coffee shop full of people. Instant panic hits her. It hasn’t crossed her mind that she would be seen in public with Cody. Not that it matters. She isn’t doing anything wrong. But people talk. And they will surely start the gossip train about seeing widow Amber Hill on a date with Joe’s prodigy project, Cody Jackson. It just adds another facet to this new life that she needs to adjust to.

Cody leads her across the street toward the front door. It’s a cool but calm spring night, and Amber marvels at the beautiful glow of the soft lights on Harry’s sign hanging above the storefront. It’s like they’re inviting her into some secret, new world that she has long been outside of.

She steps in. The earthy smell of coffee envelops her, and the solo guitar sounds lap over her in soothing waves, setting her senses at ease. Cody spots a table near the front with a Scrabble board. She finds nothing but friendly glances as they wind their way through the café.

Cody makes sure Amber is settled before he pulls his stool up to the table across from her.

“How good are you at Scrabble?” He grins, shuffling the leftover pieces from the previous café player around on the table to mix them up.

“I know some pretty big words,” she teases. Cody sweeps the pieces off the board.

“But first . . . what can I get you to drink?”

“Just coffee.” Bridgette’s words flow out, reminding her to have fun.

“Cream and sugar?”

“Black.”

“Hard-core. Like it. Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Amber nods and turns her gaze to the stage. She finds herself tuned in to the singer’s clear, evocative voice. The musician, Micah Tyler, sure knows his way around a guitar. Listening to him perform gives Amber a sudden urge to pick up her own guitar. The last time she touched hers was just before she received the news. Since then it’s been stashed away. In the corner of her bedroom. Under a layer of dust.

“Come thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace.”

Amber leans on Micah’s music to pull out of the dour memory of days when she sang and played. Feels like a lifetime ago.

“Sing thy grace . . . sing thy grace . . .”

When was the last time she sang anything but complaints? Hard to find something praiseworthy nowadays. This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice . . . and be glad in it.

Glad

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