Resurrection: Tulsa Town Romance, #1 by Kristy Werner

Author:Kristy Werner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Second Chance Romance, Romance, Clean Romance, Friends, Family, Grief, Counseling, Oklahoma, Clean Romance Love Story, Man Woman Relationships, love after grief, finding love after tragedy, love conquers fear, learning to love again, Resurrection
Publisher: Kristy Werner
Published: 2022-10-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

What a perfect Saturday afternoon in April—warm, but cool beneath the shade trees in the little rental’s yard. Birds sang in their branches, bouncing fresh-budded leaves as they flittered about. The world was coming to life again, healing from the death of winter. And Quinn was helping by planting pansies in the small flower beds split by the porch steps. Kneeling on her cushion, pulling weeds, and prepping the earth, she enjoyed the peace and waited for her plumber.

Monday nights came and went. Group was group with all the new friends she cared about—Nick, beautiful Nick, and Mrs. LaRue... Well, Mrs. LaRue would always be the same red-lipped lady she’d come to love. All this love being thrown about was nerve-racking. The more to love, the more to lose.

Once she had a section cleared, Quinn dug a hole and shook a purple pansy from its plastic starter tray. The smell of fresh-turned dirt awakened her senses, and the color brought out a desire to use the new pencil set and sketchbook she’d purchased from the local hobby store. She needed new brushes—she remembered which ones, but couldn’t bring herself to buy them. Although she couldn’t go back to her studio, sketching seemed to be good therapy. More doodles really, nothing serious.

With white and yellow pansies intermixed with her purple ones, she moved down a couple feet, scratched her nose with the back of her pink garden glove, and began clearing another section. The momentary flux of inspiration to create a thank you for Nick had ebbed away with Brendan’s things, and she’d tucked her watercolors away in a corner of her closet.

But these flowers would look great on a thick sheet of watercolor paper.

With more holes dug and more flowers planted, she moved down to the last section before she reached the steps. As Nick predicted, her house had sold within days, and the buyers even took most of the furniture. Their two precious boys, towheaded the both of them, loved the huge backyard and their walk-in closets that made perfect hideouts.

Their house’s purpose would be fulfilled. She wouldn’t dwell on the fact that it wouldn’t be her family fulfilling said purpose.

That was forever in her past.

She rocked back and sat on her heels, surveying her handiwork. The plants would grow, fill in the space, but even as they were, they brought new life to her new home. Little by little, the small rent house became hers—the flowers, red chairs for the front porch, new furniture mixed with the old, and the beloved family picture, slightly enlarged and in a new frame, on the living room wall.

It was all she had left of her life with Brendan, and with each passing day, it became more okay. Coming home to this house was easier. No memories, no shadows, nothing missing. Just a new place to begin again. A life alone. A safe life. One with more room to breathe.

Nick’s truck pulled into the driveway.

Prying her knees off the gardening cushion, she stood and curled her toes in the cool lawn.

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