Love and miss you,
Doodle
P.S. Tell Bobby it wouldn’t kill him to write back every once in a while. No response is not the same as, ‘Cool. I’m good, too.’
I folded the letter and slid it into the envelope. I’d give it to our neighbor Philippe first thing in the morning before he left town for business again. His work required him to travel all over, meaning every letter Aunt Deb had received from me in the last year and a half had been sent to her from some new corner of the world each time. Philippe was one of only three people in our new home who knew the truth about us, and it was only because Derek had known him for over a decade prior due to the time he’d spent here early on in his Naval career.
I stepped outside into our courtyard, the warmth of the sun dancing on my skin. I couldn’t have imagined a life better suited for us if I had tried. After several weeks of traveling below the radar, moving constantly from one place to the next with help from people like Carson and Darius, we’d finally settled in France where we’d met up with Philippe. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the cities and cut off from the tourists and business travelers, he’d found the perfect house for us sitting out in the country and right next door to his. The place was ancient and falling apart at the seams and Derek and I fell in love with it instantly.
Between the two of us, someone had kept working on it at all times of the day and night, until finally, it was perfect, still filled with charm and character, but no longer seeping rain through the ceiling during the storms. Aside from a fabulous garden and courtyard that made me want to spend more time outdoors than in, the front of the house had once been used as a bakery. After some really minor adjustments, Derek and I had converted the space into a small shop where we sold everything from furniture and home décor to doors and window frames. Needless to say, every last item to wind up there had been refurbished or repurposed by us in some way.
With Hattie following close behind, I walked the stone steps down into the garden. Derek was standing near the fruit trees, Cara bouncing on his hip, desperate to get down and get her little fingers into God knew what. Meanwhile, Wyatt was perched up on his ladder, dropping apples into the basket below.
I rested my hand on my stomach, watching them: my family, my life, my love. Derek had been true to his word in every way. He had kept us safe. Together. I knew without a shadow of a doubt, he would always keep us that way. Unharmed. Unhurt.
Author K.S. Thomas
Dog Lover who likes her pastries full of cream and sugar....oh...and I write some ;-)
Aside from being an author, I am also a mom to a beautiful little girl. I tell everyone I named her after my great-grandmother (because that’s the mature answer), but really, I named her after my favorite princess – just so happens I got lucky and they had the same name...If I wasn’t a writer, I would work on a horse ranch – I’m an animal lover (in addition to dogs, horses are at the top of my list). I wear flip-flops pretty much everywhere I go. I would rather stay awake until 5 am than get up at 5 am (years of bar tending have left their mark), if I can, I’m going to the beach AND I will always be nice to people who bring me chocolate...or coffee...if you bring me both, I’ll probably love you forever.
A gypsy at heart, I write the way I live, following the story wherever it may lead, always ready to start the next one. This is clearly reflected in my body of work which to date includes everything from Children’s Lit to Thrillers.
I happily reside in sunny Florida (for now) and can be contacted via my blog, my website or the following social media sites ~
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Books by K.S. Thomas include ~
I Call Him Brady
Save The Date
Lost Avalon (A Finding Nolan Novel)
Salty
Country Girls
Blood Bound
Drive
This Christmas
Lucky In Love
Getting Lucky (A Lucky Novella)
Upcoming Releases For 2014
It’s Kinda My Thing
Secret Hudson (A Finding Nolan Novel)
BitterSweet
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