The Sweet Spot by Laura Drake

Author:Laura Drake [Drake, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Western, Fiction / Westerns, Contemporary, Fiction / Romance - Contemporary, Fiction / Contemporary Women
ISBN: 9781455521951
Google: 1XE2AQAAQBAJ
Amazon: 1455521957
Barnesnoble: 1455521957
Goodreads: 16045503
Publisher: Forever
Published: 2012-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

15

You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.

—Eleanor Roosevelt

People go to cemeteries every day.” Char gritted her teeth as she reached for the car keys, hanging on a peg next to the back door. But saying it didn’t make it happen. Resolve, so carefully gathered, dissolved. Dropping her hand, she glanced out the storm door to the few puffy clouds the dawn revealed. There’s nothing saying I have to go today.

Besides, it would do her heart good to work in the garden—to finish the job she’d begun that awful day she’d fired Gandy. But she also knew the disappointment of letting herself down would bleed into whatever delicate peace she found in the garden.

She didn’t even have her father as an excuse; he was at the feedlot with Junior.

Char glanced down at the pantsuit she’d so carefully selected. I’m already dressed. Might as well get it over with. Her stomach did a roller-coaster drop and a shiver of longing ran through her as she pictured the box in the garage where she’d stashed the Valium.

Before her capricious mind could change again, she snatched the keys, opened the door, and marched for the car. Remember what Bella said about crutches. If you never let go, you’ll never know if you still need them.

Rounding the corner of the house, the bedraggled flower beds caught her eye. In spite of her neglect, those trusty glads had managed to bloom again this year. The memory of planting them, with Benje, stopped her in her tracks.

He’d been five and had wanted to help. She’d dug the first hole, carefully explaining which end of the bulb went in first. Convinced he had the concept, she worked on the rose bushes. Returning a few minutes later, she caught him planting a bulb upside down. When she corrected him, he told her he’d done it on purpose; he wanted the people in China to have pretty flowers too.

Char brushed a tear that threatened to ruin her makeup and inspected the plants. The red flowers had some brown edges and looked a bit bug-eaten. She’d planned to stop at Walmart and pick up a bouquet on the way to the cemetery, but… Her stomach settled a bit. “These are Benje’s flowers. He’s not going to care about a few bugs.” She headed for the tool shed to find her clippers.

Later, she drove past Saint Mark’s, wondering why the church parking lot bristled with cars, parishioners trailing to the front door. Women flitted like pastel finches around their coat-and-tied husbands.

Oh my gosh, it’s Sunday! How could she have forgotten? Char hadn’t set foot in church since the funeral. She hadn’t planned on not going, but… She winced at a lancet stab of guilt. She still hadn’t called Reverend Mike to thank him for referring Rosa. Her mama had taught her better.

She imagined sliding back into the social

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