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Loving Her Softly
#2 Best-Selling United States Drama Author & #4 Family Life novelist
Volume 1 |Written By:
J O S H U A M U M P H R E Y
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.
Copyright Notice
All rights reserved. Copyright Joshua Mumphrey 2013. No part of this book may be reproduced without permission in writing from the publisher. All right’s reside with the author.
Dedication
A special acknowledgement to the many mothers and daughters of the world; I couldn’t do this without your love and support. Thank you!
“To God for being my compass, to my mother who prepared me for the journey, and to Brandy , my best friend, for helping me pave the path that I so desperately needed to travel.”
A N O V E L
PROLOUGE
A Day We Haven’t Since Forgotten
****
“Well, hello there miss.” She didn’t seem to acknowledge my slightly awkward presence. “How can I help you today?”
She tossed her long hair over her shoulders. “I would like a double espresso no-foam latté.”
I punched her order into the register without looking. I had done it about a million times and I knew my job at the coffee shop like the back of my hand.
“Can you please be quick about it?” She stared at me in annoyance. “I have places to go and important people to see that don’t involve me spending half my day waiting on a simple coffee order.”
Oh, so she’s one of those types. I pondered to myself as I glanced up to her, meeting her gaze.
“What?” She questioned. “Is there some kind of a problem sir?”
I shook my head. “No. Everything is fine.” I suppose I had zoned out a couple of seconds, when I saw how pretty she actually was. She was more than pretty; she was gorgeous, amazingly beautiful!
She gave me an evil eye. “Did I do something wrong?”
“My change sir, you forgot to give me back what you owed me… I gave you a twenty.” I jerked with shock and embarrassment . Darn, she’s pretty. I wonder what brought her to my little corner of the world. I pondered.
She sure didn’t look like the usual customers I was used to waiting on, but I suppose a little change didn’t hurt a thing, especially when the change involved a girl like her; I was already looking forward to seeing her again and she wasn’t even out the front door yet. Her apparent rudeness didn’t seem to bother me at all. I believe her beauty made it hard for me to notice anything else.
I pressed a few more buttons as the register swooshed open with a chime. “Here’s your change mam,” I counted, trying not to juvenilely blush when my hand touched hers. I was out of high school and in college. I don’t know why she made my heart beat a little faster inside my chest and my palms sweat. I hadn’t experienced those kind of things since middle school. “I will be right back with your order.”
While finishing up the latté’ I glanced over to her out of the corner of my eye. She was standing with one arm folded and the other raised, holding her phone to her ear. Whoever was on the other end appeared to have broken her defenses; she stood there insecure and unguarded. She wasn’t the same strong, elegant and proud woman she was when she walked through the front door and up to the counter. Something wasn’t quite right; I could feel it.
I was so caught up in watching the woman I had unintentionally spilt half of her coffee out of the cup. “Shoot!” I wiped the edges and sides of the cup with napkins, before filling the cup up again.
“Here’s your order.” I pushed the cup across the counter towards her. She walked over and asked me for something.
“Can I have a napkin?” She reached her hand out to me.
“I managed
Loving Her Softly
#2 Best-Selling United States Drama Author & #4 Family Life novelist
Volume 1 |Written By:
J O S H U A M U M P H R E Y
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.
Copyright Notice
All rights reserved. Copyright Joshua Mumphrey 2013. No part of this book may be reproduced without permission in writing from the publisher. All right’s reside with the author.
Dedication
A special acknowledgement to the many mothers and daughters of the world; I couldn’t do this without your love and support. Thank you!
“To God for being my compass, to my mother who prepared me for the journey, and to Brandy , my best friend, for helping me pave the path that I so desperately needed to travel.”
A N O V E L
PROLOUGE
A Day We Haven’t Since Forgotten
****
“Well, hello there miss.” She didn’t seem to acknowledge my slightly awkward presence. “How can I help you today?”
She tossed her long hair over her shoulders. “I would like a double espresso no-foam latté.”
I punched her order into the register without looking. I had done it about a million times and I knew my job at the coffee shop like the back of my hand.
“Can you please be quick about it?” She stared at me in annoyance. “I have places to go and important people to see that don’t involve me spending half my day waiting on a simple coffee order.”
Oh, so she’s one of those types. I pondered to myself as I glanced up to her, meeting her gaze.
“What?” She questioned. “Is there some kind of a problem sir?”
I shook my head. “No. Everything is fine.” I suppose I had zoned out a couple of seconds, when I saw how pretty she actually was. She was more than pretty; she was gorgeous, amazingly beautiful!
She gave me an evil eye. “Did I do something wrong?”
“My change sir, you forgot to give me back what you owed me… I gave you a twenty.” I jerked with shock and embarrassment . Darn, she’s pretty. I wonder what brought her to my little corner of the world. I pondered.
She sure didn’t look like the usual customers I was used to waiting on, but I suppose a little change didn’t hurt a thing, especially when the change involved a girl like her; I was already looking forward to seeing her again and she wasn’t even out the front door yet. Her apparent rudeness didn’t seem to bother me at all. I believe her beauty made it hard for me to notice anything else.
I pressed a few more buttons as the register swooshed open with a chime. “Here’s your change mam,” I counted, trying not to juvenilely blush when my hand touched hers. I was out of high school and in college. I don’t know why she made my heart beat a little faster inside my chest and my palms sweat. I hadn’t experienced those kind of things since middle school. “I will be right back with your order.”
While finishing up the latté’ I glanced over to her out of the corner of my eye. She was standing with one arm folded and the other raised, holding her phone to her ear. Whoever was on the other end appeared to have broken her defenses; she stood there insecure and unguarded. She wasn’t the same strong, elegant and proud woman she was when she walked through the front door and up to the counter. Something wasn’t quite right; I could feel it.
I was so caught up in watching the woman I had unintentionally spilt half of her coffee out of the cup. “Shoot!” I wiped the edges and sides of the cup with napkins, before filling the cup up again.
“Here’s your order.” I pushed the cup across the counter towards her. She walked over and asked me for something.
“Can I have a napkin?” She reached her hand out to me.
“I managed
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