by Daria White
Wish for Love
Daria White
(A Sweet Romance Novel)
Wish for Love
Daria White
Copyright © Daria White 2019
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue
About the Author
Stay in Touch!
Thank you from Daria
Blurb
Leah loves her hometown, runs her own boutique, and has a boyfriend who will propose any day now. Then he dumps her claiming they want “different things.” Thinking she needs to reevaluate what she wants, Leah takes a break from dating. Should she take another chance, she doesn’t want to make the same mistakes. It’s time to try new things. Salsa lessons, Pilates, highlights in her hair, and horseback riding. She may think about the last one a little longer.
Cole returns home to open his own photography studio. He’s set on making a name for himself in town, but seeing Leah again at church brings back memories of his high school friend. Then she requests his photography services, wanting to take her business to the next level. Old feelings that he never expressed to her resurface.
As the pair rekindles their friendship, Leah sees more in Cole than the friend who took her to her senior prom. She must now deal with the wariness to be in another relationship. He wasn’t part of her plan, but Cole won’t let her slip away. Not again.
Wish for Love
(A Sweet Romance Novel)
Chapter 1
“I don’t know how to tell you this,” he said.
Leah raised an eyebrow at Brian, her wonderful mood evaporating. When she’d sat down to dinner with him, looking the best she ever had if she said so herself, Brian had given her one of those stiff, distant smiles. No kiss, no asking about her day. Now he had greeted her with a cryptic preface.
Steeling herself against potential bad news, Leah nodded in encouragement at her boyfriend. “Brian?”
“I’m… moving,” he stated.
Leah’s blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I got a job offer in Chicago.”
Brian’s eyes sparked with passion when he talked of journalism. He never denied the chance to write, but she didn’t take him seriously when he said he wanted to apply at the Chicago Tribune.
What does this mean for us? She slipped her hand out of his, feeling sweat surface on her palms.
Brian said, “I know this is a shock—”
“You got that right,” Leah snapped back. She relaxed in her seat, aware she needed to settle down. If she didn’t stop, she would ramble, an unwanted trait she possessed. “What about us? How long have you known about this? Am I supposed to—”
“Breathe, Leah,” Brian interrupted.
Leah did, exhaling deeply. The look of patient calm on his face reassured her and sent butterflies of excitement through her stomach. Was he working up to a marriage proposal? That had to be it.
She smiled as she looked at him, sure now he had noticed her strapless A-line black mini cocktail dress she’d picked out for him. Despite her petite frame, the dress made her look like she had legs for days, helped mightily by her peep-toed stilettos. Her cinnamon brown, smooth skin glowed next to the sparkling fabric and she couldn’t help but notice Brian looked just as good. She took in his dashing appearance with his dark blue suit, sporting a silver tie. She loved his trimmed beard, his smooth dark brown skin, and a bright smile.
This was definitely a man who dressed for a special occasion. Ambiance lighting and decor tied into the trendy Italian restaurant. She smelled the garlic and robust wine in the air. Silverware clinked while other patrons murmured and talked.
She brushed her hair behind her ears. “I’m fine.”
“Honey,” Brian responded. “I know how much you love this town, but I want to see what else is out there. Piedmont Valley will always be my home, but it’s time for me to take some risks. I want to see where this job takes me.”
Still smiling, Leah leaned forward expectantly in her seat. “So… where does that leave us?”
Brian took a sip of his water. He scratched his beard but finally answered. “You want marriage and kids, Leah. I’m not ready for that.”
His pronouncement sat like a stone in her stomach and she sank back into her chair, barely able to breathe. She choked. Perhaps she heard wrong. He had to be joking. “What?”
“I know it’s a lot to take in,” he said.
“So what? You want a long distance relationship?”
Brian’s shoulders drooped. He appeared uneasy as if the conversation wasn’t easy for him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
The lump in her throat swelled like a summer’s ocean. “You’re… breaking up with me.” Had she not been supportive of his career?
“I’m sorry, Leah,” Brian apologized.
He was sorry? She stared at him, ready to cry at how she had been picturing their wedding only a few seconds ago. She practically planned the whole thing in her mind. She had mentally pictured them growing old together, with children and grandchildren to follow. She could hear her dreams crashing like priceless china. Her breathing quickened. Her pulse slammed in her neck.
Leah jumped to her feet. “I can’t believe you. We’ve been dating for almost two years and now you’re calling it off? I thought we wanted the same things?”
“I never said I didn’t want them. Leah, I told you from the beginning I wanted an established career. This is my big chance.”
His last sentence made her acutely aware of her surroundings. The stares of the other diners bore into her, as she stood rigid beside the table. Her stunning dress no
w made her feel foolish instead of beautiful. While she wanted to yell, throw her water in his face, her pride saved her from lashing out. She tried that much harder to make it work with him. It mattered to have a lasting relationship. Was his career more important than her? She supposed so since it was over.
Leah straightened her back and grabbed her clutch off the table. “If that’s what you want, good luck. I wish you the best,” she said, despite her cracking voice. She turned her back and took several steps toward the door. However, when he called out her name, Leah turned to face him one more time.
“Leah, I loved you. I always will,” Brian stated, his tone filled with regret.
Those last words stung more than anything else he’d said. “Goodbye, Brian.” Leah dashed out of the now silent restaurant and hurried to her car, determined to neither cry nor wobble on her stilettos. She could still feel the stares as she unlocked her car, the pressure of the attention only melting away when she sunk into the driver’s seat and closed the door, sealing herself in the car’s silence.
She allowed the weight of her crushed dreams to come flooding out of her eyes. Leah wiped her nose. She then crossed her arms to hold on to her shoulders. The soreness in her throat increased. Why didn’t love work out for her? She would have made a good wife to Brian. They were happy. Why didn’t that matter to him?
She probably shouldn’t drive, but she’d rather die than stay in the parking lot, waiting for some well-meaning older couple to knock on her window to ask if she was okay. The news of her break-up would spread from the local bakery all the way to Mayor Burns’ office by morning. In a town like Piedmont Valley, it was inevitable.
As she put her car in gear and sped out of the parking lot, Leah accepted who she was now—publicly dumped girl.
Chapter 2
“He didn’t!” Gemma asked, taken aback by Leah’s revelation.
“He did. I’m outside your door,” Leah replied, ending the call on her cell. As soon as Gemma opened her front door, Leah crumpled, allowing Gemma to wrap her arms around her shoulders.
Masculine voices and grunts came from the dining room so she straightened up, regaining her composure. She’d forgotten about the weekly poker game Chase, Gemma’s husband had with his friends. With a deep, cleansing breath, she allowed Gemma to lead her into the kitchen.
“Explain to me again what happened,” Gemma said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and handing it to Leah.
Grabbing the bottle, but not opening it, Leah paced the kitchen floor. It was that or scream. “He’s moving to Chicago. He told me he applied out there, but never in a million years did I think…” Lean flung her arms in the air. “Can you believe him?”
“What else did he say?” Gemma asked calmly, making Leah grateful her friend was the levelheaded one of the two.
“He’s not ready to get married. He thought it was best we call it quits now.” She put her hands on her hips and looked down. When her throat tightened, she kicked off her shoes, hearing the clank as they hit the kitchen island.
Gemma folded her arms. “Well…”
“Well, what?”
“At least he was honest with you.”
Leah’s eyebrows furrowed. “You’re taking his side? We were supposed to get married. I would finally going to get my happily ever after. You know… like you and Chase.”
“First,” Gemma replied. “I’m on your side. Every time. Second, you will get your happily ever after. Third, Chase and I have only been married for two years. I spent most of my relationship denying my feelings for him.”
Leah rested her hands on the counter. “Why do men do this? They want a good woman.” Leah pointed to herself. “Hello? There’s one standing right here!”
Gemma opened her mouth to respond, but they both heard Chase’s call.
“Babe? The guys are getting restless for your salsa.”
Gemma made her way over to the refrigerator to retrieve her famous salsa. Even Leah had a hard time resisting her friend’s cooking. Too bad it wasn’t guacamole, or Leah would drown her sorrows in it with a bag of tortilla chips.
“Coming,” Gemma said as she prepared the serving tray.
Leah bit her bottom lip. “I’ll take it. I could use a man’s opinion about my situation.” She turned to leave, but Gemma took her arm.
“Not a good idea.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t bash the male species—at least not today.”
Leah reached for the food tray, but Gemma retrieved it first. Still, she followed her friend to the dining room. All five men acknowledged them, and Leah suddenly recalled she was barefoot in her cocktail dress. Still, she forced a smile. Leah recognized all of them: Tyler, to Chase’s right, owned the coffee shop, Miles ran a furniture store, Kent was a teacher, and last, Cooper was a member of their town council.
“Gentleman,” Leah greeted.
Each man nodded with a smile. Tyler even waved.
“Hey, Leah. Are you okay?” Chase asked.
“I’m fine. I don’t understand men. Is there a something I’m missing? Do you all think—”
Gemma took her friend’s hand. “We’ll be in the kitchen. You men can get back to your game.”
Leah rolled her shoulders. Her emotions were getting the best of her. She would probably regret her small outburst tomorrow, but she was on a roll. Gemma led her back to the kitchen and, once they were alone, asked, “What was that?”
Leah exhaled deeply. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.” She covered her face with her hands. Thankfully, her friend took it as a sign and hugged her. Leah refused to cry as her friend embraced her.
“It will be okay,” Gemma assured her as she broke their embrace. “Brian will regret his decision. You’re a catch, and one day, you’ll meet the right guy for you.”
Leah’s heart felt like it was shrinking. “Should I… go back and apologize? I didn’t say anything too far out there did I?”
Gemma giggled. “They’re men. They’re playing their next hand stuffing their faces with my salsa.”
Leah ran her fingers through her hair. “I should go.” She turned to head for the door.
“Don’t forget your purse and your shoes.”
Leah sighed as she retrieved her things from the kitchen. “Excuse me for my somewhat… unusual behavior.”
“It could be worse,” Gemma pointed out.
“What’s worse than getting your heart broken when you thought your boyfriend would propose to you?” Leah lifted an eyebrow.
Gemma tilted her head as if in deep thought. Even with her brow creased in concentration, her mocha eyes shined. Her ebony brown skin glowed, leading Leah to believe her friend was happy. I want that too.
“You could have really let them have it, saying ‘there’re no good men left.’ Plus, it could have been on Facebook live,” Gemma pointed out.
Leah nodded in complete agreement. “Point taken. I’ll talk to you later.”
Gemma’s smile was the last thing Leah saw as she exited her friend’s home. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she dreaded going home, so she decided a drive downtown would suffice.
As she walked the uncrowded streets, she once again fell in love with the town. Piedmont Valley was home. Leah pulled her lips in. She cut through the parked cars, passing the mom-and-pop businesses. Some of the small businesses had personal residences on the second floor above the store. Sapling trees and turnstile parking meters lined the sidewalk, with colorful flower boxes outside the shops. Why did Brian want to leave? Sure, she wanted him to pursue his dreams, but not if it meant she wouldn’t be a part.
Leah stopped in her tracks as she came upon the town’s fountain. She sat on the edge listening to the tranquil waters flow. They calmed her nerves, despite her broken heart. She adored the granite stone fountain that came to be the center of Piedmont Valley.
A man constructed it over fifty years ago to proclaim his love to his fiancé. The tale passed down over the years and eventually became the main attraction.
Since then, the people believed the fountain granted wishes for true love.
Leah ran her hand over the carved granite, feeling the four-tiered hand-carved fountain with the round stone. The spray rings were her favorite feature. As a kid, she would stick her hand in the water and watched as the droplets ran off her fingers.
For old time’s sake, Leah stuck her hand in the cool water. She blew out her cheeks, determined to keep the tears in. She didn’t want to cry. Though alone now, it was only a matter of time before someone passed by. She dabbed her eyes with her dry hand.
She recalled the evening’s events. It was unreal. All her plans had changed in less than two hours. The man she believed she would spend the rest of her life with left. Could she convince him to change his mind? No. She wouldn’t beg for love. Knowing her value, she deserved more.
She considered Gemma’s words of advice. Perhaps happily ever after was around the corner. Until then… Leah stood, wishing she had brought a pair of flats. Her feet burned from the five-inch heels. She needed to go home, but she rummaged through her purse instead. She found a nickel and clasped it between her thumb and forefinger. Leah pivoted to face the fountain again, ignoring the discomfort in her feet.
She planted a kiss to her silver coin. “I wish I could find true love.” It wouldn’t make a difference, but she tossed the coin, anyway. It plopped in the water. She leaned over as she watched it sink to join the others at the bottom. Leah gave a faint smile. Despite the far-fetched legend, it made her feel hopeful. She sighed and headed back to her car.
After pulling into her driveway, she entered her home with a shattered heart. She flipped off her shoes and carried them into her bedroom. Once she changed into her flannel pajamas, Leah headed to the kitchen for her Dutch chocolate ice cream in the freezer. She hated using food as her comfort, but tonight she made an exception.
Leah walked to her modern sofa, tucking her feet underneath her as she rested her elbow on the arm of the couch. She watched her all-time favorite romantic comedy. Though it pained her to see another happily ever after, she couldn’t resist the 1959 classic Pillow Talk. Gemma teased her about her choice in movies, but Leah loved movies made before 1970. She could list the stars from the 30s, 40s, and 50s, but with modern-day stars, Leah wouldn’t know one from the other.