One Last Song by S.K. Falls

Author:S.K. Falls [Falls, S. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, New Adult, Contemporary, Coming of Age, Contemporary Women, Fiction / Romance / Contemporary, Fiction / Coming Of Age, Fiction / Contemporary Women
ISBN: 9781455563074
Google: jWCzoQEACAAJ
Amazon: B00N7TDP44
Barnesnoble: B00N7TDP44
Goodreads: 23435133
Publisher: Forever Yours
Published: 2015-01-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

When we pulled into the parking lot at Prescott Park, I turned off the engine and sat back against the seat. “Where to?” I asked.

“The formal gardens,” Drew said without hesitation, his forehead against the window.

We got out and began to walk.

I’d seen the formal gardens once or twice during the warmer months. Seeing them in the winter was like seeing them for the first time. It was as if we’d stepped right into some frosty Disney fairy tale.

The Japanese crabapple trees were bowed down with a heavy pile of snow. The three big fountains in the middle had been turned off for the season, but snow and ice covered their surfaces in just the right combination to make them look like ice sculptures, twinkling in the sunlight. The benches lining the gardens all had a few inches of snow on them. Everything was covered with a cold, serene white blanket.

“Wow,” I said, my breath a cloud as I looked around. “This is…”

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Drew’s cane made a deep hollow in the snow as he leaned heavily against it. “It was funny you mentioned having Jack’s birthday party here. This is my favorite place to come in the winter.”

“Apparently you’re not the only one.” My eyes stole across the gardens to the other corner. A bride and groom were having their pictures taken. In between shots, a woman handed the couple steaming mugs of something.

“Yeah, this place is pretty popular with the wedding crowd.” Drew began to walk gingerly down the brick path.

Looking at him set my teeth on edge. I could imagine him slipping on a patch of ice, cracking his head open on the brick. I wondered if he’d be offended if I grabbed hold of his arm, then decided against it. I settled for walking beside him instead, just in case.

He turned left at a bench and used his cane to clear off the top of it. The snow fell to the ground with a soft whoomph. Drew gestured to the spot beside him. I sat down, tucking my jacket under me so I wouldn’t get my jeans wet. Faint laughter from the bridal party reached us, the sound flat and hushed in the snow-laden environment. I’d always liked that about snow, how it seemed to suck the emotion right out of words.

“Do you think you’ll get married someday?” Drew’s eyes were far away. He was looking toward the bridal party, but, it seemed to me, not quite seeing them.

“I don’t know,” I said, fiddling with my gloves. “I haven’t really thought about it. What about you?”

He replied without hesitation. “No. I refuse to leave my would-be wife a young widow.”

“Some might say having a few years of true love is better than having none,” I said.

“And anyway,” he continued, as if I hadn’t spoken, “I’m not going to die around people I know.”

I studied the profile of his handsome face, the strong nose, the shadowed, stubble-covered jaw, the full lips. His bottom eyelashes were so long they curved and rested on his skin.

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