Sarah's Heart (33 page)
Authors: Ginger Simpson
She swallowed the
urge to share
everything
with him. Instead she shook her head. “No, I
was born and raised here, but you look awfully familiar to me, too.”
Sarah grabbed her
purse from the table, joy welling in her heart. “We’ll have
lots
of time to get acquainted later,
but right now I have to get to work.”She followed him into the corridor,
stopping to lock her deadbolt. Happiness
trembled
her
fingers and erased the shroud of despair she couldn’t earlier explain. “Hey
neighbor,” she called out as he slipped inside the apartment next door. “Do you
believe in dreams?”
The end (or perhaps the beginning)
Coming Soon from Books We Love
Sarah’s Passion
“Nathaniel Elder.” Sarah Collins
leaned her elbows atop the manuscript spread across her desk and rested her
chin between her raised palms. Her editing chore forgotten, she stared into
space, picturing “Wolf’s” handsome face and puzzling over the amazement that
led him to her doorstep directly from a dream so real she awoke with tears
still wet on her cheeks.
“Something wrong, Miss Collins?”
A brusque voice sliced through her thoughts.
Sarah jerked upright and stared
into the face of her supervisor, Mr. Crane. He stood in her doorway, his
unibrow crooked upward with piqued curiosity.
“No sir, nothing’s wrong. I-I was
just thinking.” Shaking fingers straightened the manuscript pages she’d
scattered to find where she’d left off. The mere presence of the man raised the
hair on her arms, much the same the horrid banker from her dream had. Silas
McCann. She shuddered at the memory of his horse face and yellowed teeth.
“Think on your own time, Miss
Collins. You get paid to edit not daydream.” Mr. Crane disappeared down the
hallway, his heels clicking against the aged brown tile. Maybe she’d read too
many western historical tales, but the term, ‘burr beneath his saddle,’ came to
mind. He never smiled and always acted like he was pissed at life. If only he
knew how miserable he made his employees, but surely no one had the nerve to
confront him.
Job security and all.
Tucking thoughts of her night
vision and miserable supervisor aside, Sarah pulled her chair closer to the
desk and started reading. The words didn’t register, and she re-read the same
sentence five times before giving up. She tossed her head back and sighed. “It’s
no use, I can’t concentrate.” Pushing away from the desk, she closed her eyes
and massaged the bridge of her nose.
How could she feel so attached to
a man she’d only dreamed about? They’d never met, at least not in this
lifetime. Past lives?
Dreams?
The entire situation was
far too confusing for her feeble brain. Her new neighbor had moved here from
God knows where, with his sister, Molly, who by the way, just happened to share
the name of someone else in the dream. What were the chances that Nathaniel
also had the same ‘nickname’ as the Indian-named ‘hero’ in her dream?
This day couldn’t
pass fast enough. She checked the clock on the wall, anxious to get home.
Four more hours?
No one could effectively edit in her
condition. She’d just have to fake being busy, just in case the ogre happened
by again. Her thoughts focused on dinner and what to fix. Her new neighbors
were coming to dine. She’d asked them as a way of welcoming them to the
neighborhood. Yeah right! His drop-dead gorgeousness had nothing to do with the
invitation, nor did the fact that in her dream they’d just shared the most
passionate kiss ever. One could only hope she wasn’t losing her mind.
Considering the memories rolling through her brain, even a psychiatrist
probably couldn’t sort them out.
She made another attempt at
editing the historical manuscript, but each mention of the Indian hero summoned
forth visions of Nathaniel and the way they’d met, journeyed together, and
fought the growing attraction between them. Sarah rolled her eyes. How crazy to
expect tonight to resolve her confusion. She pictured herself trying to explain
why she felt she knew them both.
“Hi, Molly, nice to see you
again, and alive this time.
I’m sorry I couldn’t heal your wounds after
the war-party attacked, but…” Yeah, that wasn’t a one-way ticket to the looney
bin. Now her insides quaked, but for an entirely different reason. How did one
act normal around people you felt certain you already knew--people you loved
and lost?
About the Author
Ginger lives in Tennessee with her husband, Kelly, and
within quick driving distance to her grandson, Spencer. He’s the reason they
relocated from California.
She retired after many years of working at an institution of higher education,
with plans to devote more time to her writing, and she’s very pleased with her
accomplishments. When asked to identify her favorite of all she’s written,
she’d probably claim to love them all equally, but truth be told, Sarah’s Heart
is probably the one she holds most dear. You can find all her books, novellas
and stories listed on her website:
and
don’t forget to visit her blog, Dishin’ It Out:
If historical novels like Sarah’s
Heart,
are your cup of tea, make sure to visit the group
blog where Ginger shares her love of western lore and writing:
http://cowboykisses.blogspot.com
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