Losing Grace (Falling Away #2) by Allie Little

Author:Allie Little [Little, Allie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01N13VELS
Publisher: Allie Little
Published: 2017-02-12T00:00:00+00:00

19

Grace

Granny Bess’s place is cold and dark without the cheerful familiarity of her smile, greeting us at the door. I switch on a couple of table lamps to softly illuminate the rooms, making my way through the house.

“Very homey,” says Riley, glancing around. He notices the view from the kitchen window and his mouth drops. “Wow! What a position!” He leaps down the back steps and across the lawn. Just like the vista from the prow of a cruise ship, the sea stretches one-eighty degrees in front of him, sparkling its final flickers of light from the glowing sunset.

I follow him outside, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Beautiful doesn’t really describe this view. There really are no words.”

He turns in my arms and it’s like he’s no longer talking about the sea with its gleaming pinks and reds and oranges reflected from the sky. He leans down and kisses me, my body leaping in anticipation of this man who unfailingly supports me no matter what.

He deepens the kiss, pulling me in fiercely against his chest. Just that, sends me weak at the knees, and after last night, the man really can do no wrong.

“I feel better having seen Gran. She was in good spirits, despite the pain.”

“You see? I told you she’d be fine. In no time she’ll be as good as new. She’ll have a shiny new hip and be running around again. You wait and see.”

I chuckle at the thought of anything to do with Gran being ‘new’. She was after all, pretty ancient. But if anyone could rise to the challenge of learning to walk on a new hip, it would be Gran. She was a fighter, and would do anything to reclaim the shape she was in prior to the fall. I had every faith in her ability. “She just has to get through the surgery, then she can recuperate.”

“She’s a resilient woman, Grace. The determination is in her eyes. She’ll pull through with flying colours.” He brushes his lips softly across mine. “Now, let’s eat.”

Riley strides back toward the house, bounds up the steps and into the kitchen. He drags open the door of the freezer and retrieves a Tupperware container of what appears to be beef stroganoff. He pulls on the microwave door and shoves it in, pressing a few beeping buttons.

“There you go – easy! Dinner’s on.” He gives a low chuckle, obviously pleased with himself.

“It might not be Swimmer’s gourmet standard, but Granny Bess is an excellent cook.”

“I don’t doubt it for a moment. Where’s the rice?” He opens kitchen cupboards one by one until he discovers the pantry items. Rifling a few jars around, he lets out a cry of success. “Ah! Here we go. Saucepan, please.”

When I hand one to him he pours in the rice and fills it with water, igniting the gas with a nimble flick of the knob.

“Very deft, Mr Atherton. I like your style.”

“I love these old gas stoves. They’re so much better than the expensive cooktops I installed at Swimmer and Café Blue.

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