All That Really Matters by Nicole Deese

Author:Nicole Deese [Deese, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Clean & Wholesome, Contemporary Romance;Christian fiction;Love stories;FIC042040;FIC042100;FIC027270, Christian, Romance, Fiction
ISBN: 9781493429929
Google: 9V4fEAAAQBAJ
Publisher: Baker Books
Published: 2021-04-06T10:30:16.449406+00:00

21

Silas

Glo set her Diet RC Cola on the coffee table and sank lower into the couch cushion, laying her head back against the high leather back and exhaling deeply. A clear indication she was in no rush to wrap up our Tuesday lunch-hour meeting. Strangely enough, I wasn’t, either. While I’d come to enjoy this new meeting location, one she and the residents had deemed the “lobby living room,” my mind still had at least seven tabs open. Six of which had to do with the woman I held responsible for outfitting this new homey meeting space.

The same woman I’d held against my chest approximately three hundred feet from where I sat now.

I rubbed my hand down the length of the sofa arm, thinking back to the delivery of such a generous yet anonymous gift. The residents were correct. This was the most comfortable piece of furniture inside Fir Crest Manor to date. But the donations hadn’t stopped there. This once bleak room now included a swanky rug, a dark-stained coffee table, a couple matching side tables, and four lounger chairs. And two shelves’ worth of books. The note on that box had simply read No historical manor is complete without a good mystery or romance novel.

How is she today? I’d asked myself this question more than a dozen times as I replayed Molly’s teary confession, hearing her bold words again and again, remembering the way her hair had brushed my chin as I’d pulled her to me.

“I’ve been sensing a weird vibe. In the cottage,” Glo said ominously, pulling me back to the present. She opened her eyes, lifted her head. I’d known Glo for a long time. She’d lost a husband, a son, and about a decade to the bottom of a whiskey bottle, and yet somehow this house was where she wanted to be most. With these residents. Doing this work. Living out the hope she wished she’d found while navigating her darkest days. So while vibe wasn’t an active part of my own vocabulary, I would never discount the word when she used it. Glo’s sensitivity meter was set to a higher level than my own could ever be.

“What kind of vibe?”

As she leaned forward and settled her elbows on her knees, her long gray braid swung over one shoulder. “Something isn’t right with Sasha.” She sighed. “I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there’s something going on with her.”

“Have things escalated with Monica?”

“No. They aren’t even speaking to each other now. At least, not when Wren’s in the picture.”

“Jealousy, then.”

Glo nodded. “I’ve pulled her aside a few times to try and walk her through her feelings to get a better grasp of what might really be going on, but . . .”

“She’s a fortress.” Though I’d had deep concerns over Wren’s isolated existence when she first moved into the house, Sasha’s version of social withdrawal was altogether different. The kind of hiding done in plain sight. Every one of her moves was calculated,

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