CLEAN ROMANCE: Finding Peace (Christian Romance, Inspirational Romance, Second Chance Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Romance/Clean and Wholesome) by Grace Warren Page B
Authors: Grace Warren
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running
pace. She arrived at the truck and opened the door snagging up some water and
drinking it until it was gone and she had regained her breath. Nash was on
horseback with the other hands and she leaned on the grill of the truck
watching him take control and call out commands. When he looked in her
direction she waved and smiled. He stopped, tilted his hat back and looked at
her with confusion. She watched as he told a hand to take over and trotted over
to her, dismounting and crossing the last few yards on foot.
“Everything
okay?” he asked.
Lucy walked up
close to him. She took his face in her hands as she stood on her tip toes. She
kissed his lips with a light swiftness and looked into the sea green of his
eyes. “I get it.”
Nash didn’t say
anything.
“I’m sorry I was
so self-centered. I can’t pretend to know how hard this is for you, but I
recognize that it is.” She let her hands drop from his cheeks and was surprised
when Nash took them and held them in his own. “I was going to go back to New
York.” Lucy paused and saw his brow crinkle with concern. “I’m planning to go,
unless you say you want me to stay, but don’t tell me unless you mean it.”
Nash kept hold of
her hands. “Do you need a ride back to the house?”
She shook her
head and recognized he needed time. “I can walk. I only wanted to say that and
now I have. I’ll see you at lunch.”
Nash stood by the
truck and watched her walk away.
Vanessa had
prepared a lunch of sandwiches, potato salad and lemonade. The day was cooler
than normal so when Lucy arrived back at the house she saw that Vanessa had set
up a picnic table just outside the kitchen door. Lucy jumped in and began to help
her, bringing out plates and napkins. She set the table and then walked to the
barn to find the children.
Olivia had
stationed herself in a heaping stack of hay near Jasper’s stall and was reading
out loud. Galen was busy driving miniature toy tractors and plastic horses
through a box of kernels of cow corn.”Hey there cowpokes.” greeted Lucy.
“Lucy!” they both
cried and Galen ran and jumped into her waiting arms. “What’s a cowpoke?” he
asked.
“What’s a
cowpoke?” she teased and tossed him with gentle care into the hay pile by his
sister. “This is a cowpoke.” Lucy began to tickle the small boy’s sides and he
laughed with genuine glee. She started to poke Olivia too until the three of
them were wrapped up in a tickle fight of epic proportions, covered in hay from
head to foot. None of them noticed Nash standing outside the barn door
observing their interaction.
Vanessa called
from the porch and the hay covered trio walked to the lunch table hand in hand,
their face glowing with happiness. “We should go in and clean up first.”
suggested Lucy. “Van, it looks wonderful, thank you for all your efforts.” She
placed her hand on Nash’s forearm with a little squeeze as she walked by and
led the children into the house.
While in the bathroom
washing their hands, Olivia hummed her usual tune. Lucy dried her hands and
handed the towel to Galen, helping him dry his fingers, hands and the sleeves
of his shirt. “Olivia, where did you learn that song?”
Olivia stopped
and considered her answer, not sure she should vocalize it. “Momma, use to sing
it to me and Galen.”
Lucy now
understood why Vanessa had quieted Olivia that first day. She smiled at the
girl. “That makes it extra special.” She sang in a soft whisper as they made
their way back outside. Once they stepped onto the porch she squeezed Olivia’s
hand and gave her a wink before placing her finger to her lips. “We can sing
again later.”
Nash walked out
behind them, Lucy had not seen him. He stood there with a fresh picture of
lemonade waiting for them to go before him and be seated.
After lunch Nash
remained at the house. He played with the children outside while Vanessa and
Lucy picked up and put items away. When Lucy had stacked the last of
pace. She arrived at the truck and opened the door snagging up some water and
drinking it until it was gone and she had regained her breath. Nash was on
horseback with the other hands and she leaned on the grill of the truck
watching him take control and call out commands. When he looked in her
direction she waved and smiled. He stopped, tilted his hat back and looked at
her with confusion. She watched as he told a hand to take over and trotted over
to her, dismounting and crossing the last few yards on foot.
“Everything
okay?” he asked.
Lucy walked up
close to him. She took his face in her hands as she stood on her tip toes. She
kissed his lips with a light swiftness and looked into the sea green of his
eyes. “I get it.”
Nash didn’t say
anything.
“I’m sorry I was
so self-centered. I can’t pretend to know how hard this is for you, but I
recognize that it is.” She let her hands drop from his cheeks and was surprised
when Nash took them and held them in his own. “I was going to go back to New
York.” Lucy paused and saw his brow crinkle with concern. “I’m planning to go,
unless you say you want me to stay, but don’t tell me unless you mean it.”
Nash kept hold of
her hands. “Do you need a ride back to the house?”
She shook her
head and recognized he needed time. “I can walk. I only wanted to say that and
now I have. I’ll see you at lunch.”
Nash stood by the
truck and watched her walk away.
Vanessa had
prepared a lunch of sandwiches, potato salad and lemonade. The day was cooler
than normal so when Lucy arrived back at the house she saw that Vanessa had set
up a picnic table just outside the kitchen door. Lucy jumped in and began to help
her, bringing out plates and napkins. She set the table and then walked to the
barn to find the children.
Olivia had
stationed herself in a heaping stack of hay near Jasper’s stall and was reading
out loud. Galen was busy driving miniature toy tractors and plastic horses
through a box of kernels of cow corn.”Hey there cowpokes.” greeted Lucy.
“Lucy!” they both
cried and Galen ran and jumped into her waiting arms. “What’s a cowpoke?” he
asked.
“What’s a
cowpoke?” she teased and tossed him with gentle care into the hay pile by his
sister. “This is a cowpoke.” Lucy began to tickle the small boy’s sides and he
laughed with genuine glee. She started to poke Olivia too until the three of
them were wrapped up in a tickle fight of epic proportions, covered in hay from
head to foot. None of them noticed Nash standing outside the barn door
observing their interaction.
Vanessa called
from the porch and the hay covered trio walked to the lunch table hand in hand,
their face glowing with happiness. “We should go in and clean up first.”
suggested Lucy. “Van, it looks wonderful, thank you for all your efforts.” She
placed her hand on Nash’s forearm with a little squeeze as she walked by and
led the children into the house.
While in the bathroom
washing their hands, Olivia hummed her usual tune. Lucy dried her hands and
handed the towel to Galen, helping him dry his fingers, hands and the sleeves
of his shirt. “Olivia, where did you learn that song?”
Olivia stopped
and considered her answer, not sure she should vocalize it. “Momma, use to sing
it to me and Galen.”
Lucy now
understood why Vanessa had quieted Olivia that first day. She smiled at the
girl. “That makes it extra special.” She sang in a soft whisper as they made
their way back outside. Once they stepped onto the porch she squeezed Olivia’s
hand and gave her a wink before placing her finger to her lips. “We can sing
again later.”
Nash walked out
behind them, Lucy had not seen him. He stood there with a fresh picture of
lemonade waiting for them to go before him and be seated.
After lunch Nash
remained at the house. He played with the children outside while Vanessa and
Lucy picked up and put items away. When Lucy had stacked the last of
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