Tangled Up (Taking Chances Book 2) by Erin Nicholas

Author:Erin Nicholas [Nicholas, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503941366
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2017-01-16T16:00:00+00:00

The house had been completely leveled. As was the bizarre way of tornadoes, the roof and every wall was gone, but the fireplace still stood. So did the two recliners and the small end table and lamp that had sat between them for four decades.

“Hey, Mags,” Bree said, stepping over several pieces of wood and drywall onto the pale-blue carpet that Maggie had likely vacuumed the morning of the tornado.

“Hi, Bree.” Maggie sat in her dusty, overstuffed rose-colored recliner. Knitting. “I’d offer you some coffee, but I’m out. Oh, and my kitchen is gone.”

Bree dropped into the navy-blue recliner that Maggie’s husband, Gene, had sat in every night until he’d passed away last year. “Well, good thing I had an extra-large this morning,” Bree told her.

Maggie chuckled lightly at that.

Bree leaned back and pulled the lever to recline the chair, propping up her feet. She linked her hands on her stomach. “Mags?”

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha doing here? We thought you were staying with your daughter in Sapphire Falls.”

“I’m finishing this baby blanket.”

Bree looked over. “Your knitting stuff was all still here?”

Maggie nodded and continued knitting.

Bree shook her head. “Tornadoes are crazy.”

They sat quietly for a few minutes, Maggie’s needles clicking together as a soft breeze ruffled Bree’s hair and birds chirped. It was actually pretty relaxing.

Bree’s thoughts started to wander to Max and what had happened just before Avery’s call, but she shut them down. When she thought about it again, she wanted to really be able to replay every detail in full Technicolor. Finally, Bree said, “You can’t stay here, Maggie. You’ll get really wet the next time it rains.”

Maggie nodded. “I won’t be here when it rains again.”

Bree looked over quickly. “You mean you won’t be here in the house, right?”

Maggie laughed again. “Right. There’s going to be too many mosquitoes with all of my window screens missing.”

Bree gave a little snort. The missing screens would definitely be a problem. Not to mention all the windows. And the walls.

“So you’re here now to . . .” Bree trailed off for Maggie to fill in.

“Finish this blanket. Look at my fireplace one more time. Sit in my chair in front of the fireplace one more time.”

Bree sighed. She hated that so many of the people she knew were going through this same stuff. Tornadoes sucked. “I’m sorry, Maggie. I’ll definitely get some of the guys to take your chairs and table and stuff to your daughter’s.”

Maggie shook her head. “I don’t want to sit in this chair anywhere else.”

“But—”

“I’ll get a new chair. And I’ll make great memories in that chair, too—reading new books, knitting new blankets, watching new TV shows, holding my grandkids. I just needed to do all of this one more time, knowing it was the last time.”

Bree traced her finger along the seam on the arm of Gene’s old chair. “Why is it important to know it’s the last time?” she asked gently. Kit would have been proud.

“Because I didn’t know it was the last time I made Gene breakfast,” Maggie said.

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