Monday, November 3, 2008

Forever Faithful - Linda LaRoque

Forever Faithful
A Writers Vineyard Holiday Treat

Love is like a flame, some days it burns bright and others it dwindles. Faith is the forge upon which love is strengthened to steel.

LUCAS and GAIL JOHNSON live the idyllic life on their ranch near the small town of Stony Creek, Texas. The one thing they want but don't have is a child created from their love. Will an unidentified body pulled from nearby Possum Creek and a single night of indiscretion shatter their dreams of happily ever after?

Hands fisted at her mouth, her body shook with sobs. "Oh my God, I'm
so sorry, Lucas."

Standing up, he spat out, "Yeah, well, I'm sorry, too. Sorry as hell
you didn't have the courage to tell me the day we argued." He jerked
on his jacket. "Even sorrier that in my anger and hurt, I turned to
another woman. All the hurt and anger could have been erased with a
few words from you."

"You think knowing the truth would have fixed everything?" She
snapped her fingers. "You'd forgive me just like that, Lucas?" His
face confirmed her fears. "No, I didn't think so."

He strode to the door and opened it. Looking back he said, "It would
have been a start." And then he was gone.

Gail sat on the sofa, staring at the fire until it died down and she
grew cold.

As she bent to unplug the tree lights, she noticed the gaily wrapped
package Lucas had brought. She couldn't imagine what he'd buy for her
now, surely not jewelry and lingerie as he had when they were
together. The box was too large anyway. It was about twelve inches
square, and when she lifted it to her lap, found it heavy. Untying
the green silk ribbon, she sat it aside and tore off the paper. She
lifted the lid, removed Styrofoam packing, and gasped. It was a
beautiful Lladro figure of a woman with long, dark hair bending over
a cradle. A smile of anticipation on her face, the figure lovingly
touched the cradle, while her other hand lay protectively over her
protruding abdomen. The scene played out on a pastel, round rag rug
and a dog sat at the woman's feet. The dog looked a lot like Chief.

Gail choked out a tearful laugh. "Look, Chief, here we both are
waiting for Samantha." She held the figurine out and the dog sniffed
it. The woman did look amazingly like her before she'd cut her hair.
How had Lucas found the beautiful piece? It was so personal and well
thought out, it touched her deeply.

She closed the doors on the fireplace and carried the gift up to the
nursery and sat it on the side table beside the rocking chair. When
the baby started exploring, she'd have to move it, but for now, the
spot was perfect.

This has been an excerpt from Forever Faithful

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