JFK to Dublin (Shower & Shelter Artist Collective Book 1) by Brooke St. James

Author:Brooke St. James [St. James, Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue House Press
Published: 2016-12-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I had no idea how multi-faceted forgiveness could be. Before I had that experience, I thought forgiveness was just a word that described my feelings toward the event that happened and the person or persons who caused said event.

But somewhere in the midst of those memories, my perspective shifted. I understood how much more there was to forgiveness. It was after I realized how needy of grace I was that I was able to truly have grace in my heart to forgive others. It was amazing to me that a revelation of my own flaws was what freed me from assuming the worst of others. I had no idea how it happened, but it did. Just like that, my burden was gone.

Collin was still at my house. He had been there for a little over an hour that night. I no longer saw him through the filter of doubt, so it was like I was meeting him for the first time. I couldn't stop smiling. We were sitting on the couch together, but facing the television, which was turned off. His arm was wrapped around me, and I had my head on his shoulder.

"I should get home," he said. I could tell by his voice that he was reluctant to leave but knew he had to.

"I know." I sat up, stretching before I turned to look at him with a lazy smile.

Collin stayed in the same position, staring at me patiently. "Come to London," he said. "Ireland, actually. I have a little down time when I'm there, and I'm going to Dublin for a few days. Why don't you meet me there?"

"Dublin?"

"Yeah. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner." He paused and rubbed his eyebrows. "I think I totally forgot I was even doing that. That's how busy I've been."

"Send me your itinerary sometime when you're thinking about it," I said. "I'll see what your dates are, and if it'd even be possible to make something like that happen. And in the meantime, please let me know if there's anything I can do to help at any of your restaurants."

He grinned at me. "You better be careful, or I'll put you to work."

"I will work," I said. "I mean, I'd love to help out if you need anything. I'm right here."

"Right where?" he asked, pulling me into his arms. I got off balance, and fell into his lap with a squeal, looking up at him in this new and improved, closer proximity.

"Right where?" he asked again. This time, our faces were only a few inches apart, and I stared right into his eyes, which were a multi-faceted grey-green in the dim light of my living room.

"Right here," I said breathlessly.

"Unless you come wi me to Dublin," he said. Only, he said the words in a perfect Irish accent that had my eyes bulging.

"Can you say other stuff like that?" I asked, thinking an accent sounded incredibly attractive on him.

"Aye, otherwise how would I get along in Ireland?" he asked.

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