It's Always Been You (Seasons of Hope Book 4) by Patch Jessica R

Author:Patch, Jessica R. [Patch, Jessica R.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Bales Publishing
Published: 2015-11-02T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Ezra stood on the dock, a war going on inside. Romance was off the table even if he felt the sparks. He couldn’t let himself be consumed by Sierra. He was leaving for France in a few weeks, and she was dreaming of buying the Monteith house. Even if she didn’t, it was clear her heart lay in Mistletoe.

Not with him.

Maybe they could find a way to be friends. If his heart could take it.

“You want to finish the painting?” he asked and grinned, remembering the first time he’d tossed her into the lake. She’d faked drowning. Scared him to death and he’d dived in after her only to surface to her laughter. Sierra Bradley. A little bit sneaky.

“I think I’m all painted out.” She eased onto an Adirondack chair. “I want to dry off.” She propped her feet on the wooden ottoman and closed her eyes.

“Are you relaxing or plotting my demise?” he asked as he took the chair next to her. He’d rather paint her. Like this. Rumpled, wrinkled, wet, and smiling. A perfect mess. Something he’d rarely seen.

“I’ll never tell.” She kicked off her drenched sandals. “What are you going to do with this place when you go to France in the fall?”

His heart plummeted. He should sell it. But he didn’t have it in him. “I don’t know. Maybe Jemma will use it for summers.”

“I love it here. It’s silent, secluded. Perfect place for a wedding. It’s where I wanted—” She sat straight up. “I should go.”

Didn’t look like they could get past their history together. “It’s bound to come up, Sierra. You and me and our plans, our life together back then.” Inseparable. If he wasn’t with her, thinking of her, or dreaming of her, he was painting her. “Maybe we could just look back on them with fondness, like friends. Try to be okay with the nostalgia.” No matter how much it pained them.

Lying back against the chair, she nodded. “We started out as friends…so…maybe.” She blew a long breath. “How did Jemma meet Ansel?”

Subject change. Nice. “An art show I took her to. His mother is a major player in the art world. Thus his name. He’s a decent guy. A little into himself, but then so is Jemma.”

“Yes, I have no idea what it’s like to be around someone who’s a tad self-absorbed.” She shot him a wooden look.

“I’m still a work in progress.” He grinned and relaxed. They talked for over an hour about Jemma, family, church, and France. The conversation was easy. Interesting—like getting to know each other again. They’d changed over the years, but not completely.

A car eased into the drive and they popped up, craning their necks to see.

Genevieve.

She had a sack of groceries in each arm. “I’m thinking steaks smothered in a wild mushroom sauce.” She caught Sierra on the chair and smiled. “Hello, Sierra. Lovely to see you again.” Gen made her way down the pier. Ezra jumped up and grabbed the sacks.

“You, too.” Sierra cast a look between them.

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