Christmas Down Under (Single Wide Female: Happily Ever After #1)
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“Samantha!” I smiled so wide that my cheeks ached as I thrust my hand out toward her. “I’m Alex.”
“Alex.” Samantha smiled and took my hand in her own. She gave it a firm shake, then patted the back of it. “The place looks beautiful.”
“Thank you. It’s still in progress, but I’m sure it will be ready by tonight.”
“Hi!” A little girl wound her hand around Samantha’s and gazed up at me with wide bright eyes. “I’m Abby.”
“Hello, Abby.” I smiled. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
“You too.” She giggled and ducked her head against her mother’s arm.
My heart filled with longing, not for another child, but for the memory of Rachel clinging to my arm so many years ago. How was it that time had gone so fast?
“Mom, do you want me to get some coffee going?”
I looked over at my daughter and quickly brushed away the tears that had surprised me. I was proud of the woman she’d become, but there would always be a small part of me that missed those little fingers that had once gripped my own so tightly.
“Sure, thank you, sweetie.” I turned my attention back to my guest.
“This is my husband, Max.” Samantha said, her hand in his.
“It’s so great to meet you.” I shook his hand, impressed by the warmth of his smile. “To meet all of you. I’m just so honored that you agreed to come here.”
“Enough with that—it’s a pleasure for me to be here. I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am to share this milestone with you.” Samantha squeezed my hand again. “You’ve come through so much to create this, and every single moment from this one on should be filled with celebration.”
“I’m trying to keep that in mind. When all the little details come together and the doors are finally open, I’m sure I will feel much calmer.” I led them to one of the tables and we all sat down together.
“You will.” Samantha nodded as she sat down across from me.
“Your flight was okay?”
“It was.” Max nodded. “It was much smoother than we expected. It even landed early.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“So, what do you have planned for tonight?”
“Basically, I just want everyone to be comfortable and have the best night. More specifically, I’d like you to talk about anything you choose. I didn’t ask you here to advertise anything for myself. I want you to speak about whatever feels right to you.”
“Okay, I think I can swing that.” Samantha laughed. “Are you sure you don’t have a certain topic you want me to highlight?”
“No, not at all. The goal of this cafe is to gather together. When I thought of the name, Common Grounds, it had very little to do with coffee. What I want to create is a place where women can come—from all walks of life—to regain their strength and find their footing. It’s a place where they can expect support and friendship, without judgment.”
“What a beautiful idea. I know that more than once in my life I could have used a place like this. It’s the perfect name as well.”
“Thanks. Now I just hope the cafe can live up to it.”
“I’m sure it can. The important thing to remember is that there isn’t so much to worry about. You will do well; just relax and enjoy your experience. Otherwise, you’ll look back and wonder how you missed out on all the great times.”
“I hadn’t thought about that. You’re right. I’ve been so caught up in inventory and scheduling that I’ve almost lost sight of the whole point of this.”
“Which is?” Samantha took a sip of her coffee and smiled at me over the rim.
“That I survived—No! That I’m thriving.” Warmth filled my chest as I nodded. “I turned the hardest time of my life into the most liberating experience, and I’m going to continue to keep doing that.”
“Stick to that feeling. Keep it very close to the surface. That’s what’s going to make the difference between this being just another cafe and its being the place you’re hoping it will be.”
“I will. I’ll keep it in mind all night.”
“Oh, I brought you something.” Samantha pulled out a small brightly wrapped present and set it on the table.
Chapter 2
“You’re already giving me such a big gift by being here. What’s this for?” I glanced from Samantha to the present.
“It’s to celebrate your big milestone of entering Onederland!” She grinned at me. “I figured that you might not have anyone else to give you a gift, and you’ve probably been too busy with the cafe to pick something up for yourself. So this is a just little welcome to Onederland surprise.”
“Wow! Samantha, you’re so sweet. I never even thought about getting myself a gift. Well, I guess the cafe is a gift.”
“It is, but this is something to remind you of just how special you are and how valuable all of your dedication and hard work is. You know, getting out of the two hundreds into the one hundreds is great, but it’s not just about the weight. It’s about moving forward in your life. It’s about being ready for a new phase and open to achievements of all kinds.”
“I know what you mean. When I no longer saw that two on the scale, it was like a burden had lifted off me. I felt like I could do anything. I set my mind to meet that goal and achieved it, and it did really inspire me to set even more goals and work just as hard for them.”
“Open it! Open it, please!” Abby kicked her feet and wiggled in her chair.
“Of course. Would you like to help me?” I nudged the present between us.
“Can I, Mom?” Abby looked up at Samantha with wide eyes.
“Sure.” Samantha grinned.
“Let’s do it, Abby!”
We both tore at the bright paper until a snow globe was revealed. I thought it was a little strange at first.
“Thank you so much. It’s beautiful.”
“See this?” Samantha picked it up and pointed to the single yellow blossom in the middle of the snow globe.
“Yes.”
“That’s you.” She shook the snow globe until all the bits and glitter swirled and blocked the flower from view. “There will always be troubles that arise in our lives, and you can easily get swept up in them. But if you stand your ground and remember your roots, when the storm settles, you will always still be you.” She smiled as the yellow flower reappeared. “Never let anything make you lose sight of your goal, Alex. You’ve come this far. You’ve reached Onederland and that’s quite an accomplishment!”
It truly did feel like I’d stumbled into a wonderland. Not only had I finally seen the numbers on the scale go under two hundred, here I was sitting across from one of the most inspiring women I’d ever known. And I was surrounded by friends and family during one of my biggest accomplishments to date.
Only a year before, I’d been certain that my life was over when the man I’d expected to spend the rest of my life with announced that he wanted a divorce. We agreed to separate for a year, which had then turned into filing for divorce, and our official divorce date was now just around the corner.
With the separation, I’d lost the accounting business I’d built from the ground up with my husband. We sold the house I’d raised my daughter in. I’d ended up with a sense of having no place in the world. It had all combined to create a very difficult emotional state as I quickly closed in on my fortieth birthday.
After the year I’d had, it was almost unbelievable to me that now my heart was filled with excitement and my future seemed wide open for me to enjoy.
After I chatted with Samantha a bit more about how the book signing would go, I walked them to the door and advised them on some nearby attractions to enjoy. The couple walked away with Abby between them.
Once Greg and I had walked with Rachel like that. She’d loved to swing and jump. In that moment, with her laughter surrounding us, our lives had been perfect. I didn’t even for a second consider that I’d one day be single again, that I’d be opening a cafe all b
y myself. My life was so very different, and yet, it was just as perfect.
“All set, Mom. I think everything is ready.” Rachel handed me a list that had all of the items checked off.
“Thank you so much.” I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. “Have I mentioned that I absolutely adore you?”
“Yes.” Rachel laughed and wiggled her way out of my grasp. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget.”
“Not even after you go to college in two months?”
“Not even then. I’ll have tons of laundry to bring home, remember?” She winked.
“I hope so. I’m going to miss you.”
“You’re going to be too busy with all this to miss me.” She kissed my cheek. “I love you and I’m so proud of you.”
“Isn’t that my line?” I grinned.
“I mean it, Mom. After what happened with Dad—I don’t know—I guess I expected you to fall apart.”
“I did a little.”
“Maybe, but look what you’ve created. This is amazing.”
I looked around Common Grounds and had to agree. It really was amazing and it was mine.
“Alex, what do you want me to do with these?” Willow waved huge faux palm fronds through the air.
“Near the front door, please. Hopefully soon we can replace those with the real thing.”
“If you have a better touch with plants than I do.” Willow laughed.
“Well, you do have to water them.” I grinned.
“You forget for one month and all of a sudden you’re a plant killer.” Willow laughed as she arranged the fronds in a vase by the front door.
“Okay, everyone, thanks for all your help. Everything is ready for tonight’s opening. Let’s have some lunch!” I walked into the back and began unloading the catered lunch I’d ordered for the staff and friends that had been helping me.
As we dug into our meal, I tried not to let the fear creep up inside me. There was so much that could go wrong. But if I gave any energy to those concerns, then it might paralyze my ability to get anything done. I hoped that as long as I kept my focus on what would go right, everything would fall into place.
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To Love Again (Forty and Free, Book 1)
Chapter 1
Every wrinkle met its match with the firm pressure and glide of her palm. Even though there were very few wrinkles in the shirt, Nicole was determined to make sure that there were none. Her hand trembled as she swept it over the next wrinkle.
How was she ever going to accept the idea that her children now had another mother in their lives?
She glanced over at the suitcase beside her. It was piled up with more clothes than any ten-year-old girl could possibly need for a two-week trip. But Nicole needed for everything to be there. In the back of her mind, she recognized her attempt to prove that she was, and had always been, a good mother—but that didn’t stop her from smoothing out the last wrinkle.
She set the folded shirt into the top of the suitcase and stood up from her daughter’s bed.
So much had changed in the last year in unexpected ways. Perhaps—as some of her friends claimed—she should have seen it coming, but she didn’t. Divorce had hit her like a freight train and plowed right through her happily ever after.
Only—if she was being honest with herself—it hadn’t been exactly happy, not towards the end, anyway.
She walked out of her daughter’s room and picked up a pile of laundry that sat outside her twelve-year-old son’s door. She wanted to make sure that it was clean before she packed it. Since he seemed incapable of actually putting his clothes in his drawers these days, she just gathered all of the clothes from the floor to wash them.
As she walked down the hall to the laundry room, framed photographs—hung exactly two inches apart—stared back at her. There was the photograph of her ex-husband, Jack, as he cradled Jordan the day he was born. Beside it, another photograph of Jack, with Melody in his arms.
Once they were happy—she was sure of it.
At the very top of the rows of photos was the wedding portrait. With eager smiles and much smaller waistlines, the shiny faces in the photograph looked foreign to her, as if they were people she’d never met.
She reached up and loosened the frame from the hook on the wall. It wasn’t right to have it there—not when he was so obviously moving on.
She dropped the laundry off and carried the photograph into her room—what used to be their room.
The moment she sat down and sunk into the familiar give of the mattress, tears stung her eyes. She looked at the picture for a long moment. It was really over now. There was no special cement to put together what had broken many years before, and the fantasy that there might be was gone too.
While Jack had been falling in love, she’d been struggling to deal with the notion of being forty-two and alone. While he was considering adding new babies to his life with his young bride, Nicole was thinking about menopause and whether or not to dye her blonde hair, which had began to sprout silver streaks of reality.
Time marched on, and she didn’t know how to catch up.
Before the tears could begin to flow down her cheeks, she took a deep breath and grabbed her cell phone from the charger on her bedside table. She logged into her new favorite website. It was a support group of sorts, but in reality it was a place for women to be honest—to talk about their fears and their joys, and, most of all, vent about life.
Forty and Free was a website that she’d stumbled upon while attempting to figure out how to react to her divorce. She enjoyed the sisterhood that she felt there and the lively debates. As her heart ached, she typed out a message to post. It detailed her ex-husband’s destination wedding, how excited her kids were to be part of it, and how alone she felt because of it.
When she posted it, she prepared herself for whatever responses she’d get. Within seconds she had messages of support from an assortment of women. What heartened her was the fact that these women weren’t all moms or all newly divorced. Some had been divorced more than once, some had been with their husbands from the time they were in high school and some had never been married. Everyone had their own view of what a relationship should be and no one was shy about sharing it.
As Nicole sorted through the responses, she received an alert about a private message from one of the women she’d became close friends with, Ella.
Cielo Spa & Resort! Trust me. Book yourself a room and have some fun. You owe it to yourself to get out of this rut, and see what the world has to offer. It’s the perfect time—with the kids away—to get to know yourself again.
Ella’s words impacted Nicole more than she would have expected. She typed a quick response to thank her friend and let her know that she would consider it, then she logged
out.
Each message of support reminded her that her life was not over.
Just like Jack, she needed to find a way to move forward. She picked up the wedding photograph and carried it over to her dresser. With one last look she shoved it into the bottom drawer.
“That’s enough—enough tears, enough questions—just enough.” She closed the drawer and returned to the laundry room to get the load started.
No, it wouldn’t be easy, but she was ready to live again.
There had once been a time in her life when there were more important things than laundry and a broken dishwasher. A spark of eagerness drew a smile to her lips. Like an old but treasured friend, her desire began to resurface.
For many years the only question in her mind was about what she could do for everyone else in her life. She’d trained herself not to think about what she might be missing out on, or how she might prefer things to be. It didn’t matter what she wanted, as long as her husband and kids were happy.
That method hadn’t worked out very well. She’d sacrificed her needs, and in the end, her husband wasn’t happy. The family life that she’d expected to have had crumbled, no matter how hard she had tried to hold it together.
What was left was a lonely soul—long overdue for some real fun.
Chapter 2
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