Unpredictable Love by Jean C. Joachim

Author:Jean C. Joachim
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, mistaken identity, military romance, steamy love story
Publisher: Jean C. Joachim

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The next morning, Nan stayed home from church to help Jory pack. Amber did a few things then got too upset to continue. She called Troy, and he picked her up.

Sadness seeped into Jory’s heart as she took down things she’d tacked up on the walls. Leaving this room, her home for fifteen years, wouldn’t be a walk in the park. She grabbed her tissue box and removed Trent’s bird drawings, as well as his picture. Slipping each in its glassine envelope, she layered them in a small box.

She folded the contents of her dresser and stacked the shirts, shorts, and underwear in another box. Next, she plucked out the hangers with work clothes on them and laid the outfits across the bed. Focusing on the practical tasks kept emotion at bay.

The closing of this chapter of her life held more pain than she’d expected. Nan had suggested dumping Trent’s art, but Jory couldn’t do it. Whether she and Trent could be together or not didn’t affect the love in her heart. There’d always be a place for the artistic, bird-loving soldier, even if he didn’t feel the same.

She smiled for a moment at the irony of it. Always dreaming about falling in love, finding the right man—Jory’s fantasy man would be the answer to her prayers, the catalyst who would start her life over again. She’d step out of the shadows. Now that the relationship with her Marine had come to an end, so had her dream. She’d try to be satisfied with the passion they’d shared. At least she’d experienced true love once in her life. Probably more than most people, she figured.

Letting go didn’t sit easy. Greed gripped her heart. She wanted more, another chance, another SSGT Trent Stevens. She shuddered to think she’d be destined to end up a crazy old lady with a house full of cats. Was that more predictable than her unpredictable love?

The last one to be tucked away was of Rocky, the hawk. Jory smoothed it with her fingers, staring at the fine lines. She closed the box, brought it to her lips quickly, and then added it to a larger one headed for Oak Bend.

By the time she’d moved out most of her belongings, which didn’t amount to much by Amber’s standards, her room looked dusty and bare. A stab of pain shot through her heart. People told you to “move on with your life.” But it wasn’t as easy as they said. Not all of her melancholy related to Trent. The unexpected attachment to her small space, the little house, and her aunt and Amber glued her feet to the wood floor.

A chickadee landed on her windowsill. Fortunately, the screen kept the tiny bird from entering her room. He called his distinctive call, looked at her, and cocked his head to the right then back. She smiled. Surely, there would be chickadees in Oak Bend. Yes, but not this particular one.

With a sigh, Jory forced herself to turn, close the door, and descend the stairs.

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