Picking up the Pieces: A gentle, cosy, summertime romance, set on the beautiful Dorset coast. (Harbourside Cosy Silver Romances Book 1) by Tia Brown

Author:Tia Brown [Brown, Tia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: BeachSide Books UK
Published: 2024-03-07T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

“Yes, I fancy you and I expect lots of other women do because you look good in jeans and a t-shirt and I bet you look great in uniform as well. There’s the whole wounded hero bit on top of that and that’s bound to be attractive.” She said what couldn’t have been as long a time later as it had felt as if it had been.

“I’m not a hero.” He said sharply. “I did my job as well as I could just like millions of other people do every single day without anyone noticing them, let alone praising them.”

But, she thought but had far too much sense than to say, you kept on doing it until it broke you and you lost your marriage because of it. Now you don’t know what you’re going to do with your life and I don’t want or intend to let myself be used as a sticking plaster. I don’t want to use you as one either because I don’t know who I am yet either.

She was only two years away from the milestone that was her thirtieth birthday so she knew that would probably sound ridiculous to most people. But she’d had more time to think about her life while she’d been hacking back greenery and clearing out the conservatory that hadn’t been touched for decades and then scrubbing algae and grime off what had felt like miles of glass than she’d had since she’d left school. She’d also discovered a practical streak that she hadn’t known that she’d had while she’d been putting up secondary glazing panels and blinds and researching what she’d need to do and then sourcing materials.

She’d used what her dad and Paul both claimed was her tendency to overthink things to get every single detail right because it was the least that Laura deserved. It sounded as if Sandra appreciated what she’d done and now she was bringing the skills that she’d learned to her new job. That meant that she’d been heading in the right direction all along by trusting her instincts, which suggested that it might be a good idea to keep doing it.

“Sorry…” It was only when he spoke again that she realised how long she’d been lost in her thoughts. “You’re the last person that I ought to be snapping at, but you keep making me think and a lot of the thoughts aren’t comfortable ones. So you’re not feeling sorry for me?”

“Should I? Do you want me to? Isn’t it insulting you?” She didn’t quite counterattack but he must know that there were far worse problems to have than his, and infinitely worse problems than hers. They both had roofs over their heads, food in their bellies and fridges and no current money worries as well as people who loved them. If people took having all that for granted and didn’t appreciate it till they lost it then, that, as she’d promised herself after Paul, was their problem and not hers. What was her current problem left her explaining.

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