Tuesday Tales: From the Word FABRIC

Welcome to December and other Tuesday Tales. It’s cold here nad we have a dusting of snow with I’m sure lots more to come. Presents are wrapped and I’m getting closer to being ready for the holidays each day. This week, our word prompt is FABRIC. I’m continuing with Forever in my Heart but this will be the last snippet from the story since I’m hoping to have it released before Christmas.

Once Mike and Liz Faraday left the room, Callie finished her wine and nibbled absently on the remaining hors d’oeuvres, trying to make sense of this mess. And it was a mess. She stared at the envelope, not sure she could open it to look inside. She would have to, sooner or later, but maybe she could wait a few minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or in the words of Buzz Lightyear, “to infinity and beyond.” Just because Cassie had left it for her didn’t mean she had to read it. She’d ignored dozens of her letters in the past.

God, Cassie. How I wish you were here so that I would never have to face this dilemma.

It wasn’t that the prospect of mothering her twin nieces and living here with Mike was unappealing. Just the opposite. Those babies had wormed their way inside her heart the second she’d laid eyes on them. And Mike? Her intense attraction to him complicated matters. How could she live under the same roof as him, knowing she wanted him the way she did? A sensation as alien to her as this resort was. She wasn’t frigid, and she’d enjoyed sex with Brett, but this feeling, this blind need to be with him—a perfect stranger—made no sense. It destroyed the fabric of her life, of her dreams and aspirations for the future, and yet it felt as if it were destined to be. Could it simply be the result of residual feelings from her time with Luke, and if that was the case, would being with Mike be any different that being with Brett? She’d loved Luke with everything in her and now, faced with his twin …

Too agitated to sit still, she walked around the family room, examining the mementos displayed there, waiting for the housekeeper to return. She couldn’t blame Mike for leaving her like this. As a veterinarian, his patients would always come first.

On the floor to ceiling bookcase, among the books, she found a few of Luke’s trophies for various sporting achievements, several pictures of the twin boys at a variety of ages, as well as one of Iris and Rose in what had to be christening gowns. On another shelf stood Cassie and Luke’s wedding picture. They’d looked so happy. How were they to know they would barely have four years together?

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales