Wife Wanted in Dry Creek by Janet Tronstad

Author:Janet Tronstad
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2010-10-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The sunrise was in its full glory by the time Conrad drove them back into town. Bright pink clouds edged the eastern sky and turned the wet asphalt in front of the car a rosy color. There were no lights in any house windows yet, but a few of the dogs were starting to stir. Katrina thought she heard a rooster crowing from behind one of the houses as Conrad parked on the street by his house. She couldn’t blame the rooster for greeting a morning like this with such enthusiasm.

Katrina wondered if the town had changed so much in the day she’d been here or if the change was inside her. Everything looked charming now as opposed to yesterday when she’d thought it had seemed rundown.

“I’d invite you into my house,” Conrad said as he opened his car door. “But I have a construction zone going on inside.” He gave her a quick grin. “I wouldn’t want to scare you away. It’ll look good eventually, but—”

“I don’t scare easy. And I love those before and after photos. I could shoot a couple for you, if you’d like.”

“That’d be great,” he said as he slid out the door.

Katrina opened her door, too, and walked partially around the car to meet him.

“I need to get my camera from Leanne’s car,” Katrina said, knowing the gas station was just down the road from here.

He nodded. “I’ve got the keys with me.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out Leanne’s car key and another key chain that must hold his gas station keys.

He put the keys back in his pocket and put his arm around her shoulders as they started to walk.

“It’s still dark enough that you might fall,” was all he said by way of explanation.

Katrina wondered if he knew the fall she might take had nothing to do with her feet even though she was wearing her battered high heels. It was her heart that was already cracked and in danger of shattering completely.

“When Leanne gets here, I can at least get my tennis shoes out of the trunk of my car.”

It was best that she keep herself distracted. She wished she could pretend, just for a little while, that things would work out between her and Conrad, but nothing but sadness would come from letting her imagination go in that direction. She was a realist. If God didn’t save her parents, there was no guarantee He’d spare her from cancer. She couldn’t ask Conrad to suffer with her. He’d been so devastated by his mother’s death. How would he handle her illness?

She took a step that put a little distance between them. He had to move his arm anyway because they were at the office door of his gas station and he needed to get the key out.

“When should we be ready for the photo shoot?” she asked as they stood there.

She needed to keep moving through this day and stop thinking about what might have been or could be if nothing else happened to stop it.

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