When Deborah Rockwell’s first love resurfaces just as she’s getting ready to enjoy retirement, she is torn between staying true to her late husband’s memory and trying to find new happiness with the one who got away. These days, she can barely remember that cheerful girl she was when James Morgan declared his undying love more than fifty years ago, and she’s fearful he’ll be disappointed in the woman she’s become.
James has always wondered what could have been with Deborah and is sure they’ve met again by design, not by coincidence. When Deborah agrees to give him a second chance, he goes about recreating the perfect night they shared so many years ago.
Can these two former sweethearts put their pasts behind them and move into the future together—or are they destined for even more heartbreak?
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“This is my favorite spot in the entire neighborhood,” she said, directing him to a majestic white fountain tucked away in the middle of the community, far away from the main hustle and bustle. “I come here to think. Sometimes to write. To wish.” She turned her face away from his and looked up at the sun. “I’ve often wished that you…” She stopped, smiled.
“I know.” And he did know, because he’d often thought of her as well, hoping that life had turned out well for her, wondering if their paths might ever cross again. And now here they were.
He reached a shaking hand into his pocket and groped about until he found two spare coins, bright copper pennies, shiny as the day they were made. He handed one to Deborah. “Will you make a wish with me now?”
She nodded, as if she’d known the request was coming. “Of course.”
They stood silent before the fountain side by side as they each held their lucky charms securely within a fist, then entrusted them to the water. He knew better than to ask what she had wished for, so instead he bent forward and began to remove his loafers.
“What are you doing?”
The grin hadn’t left her face since that special moment at Gonzo’s.
“I’m going wading. And so are you. C’mon.”
He helped her off with her shoes and stockings and then escorted her into the shallow pool of water.
“You are positively…well, you’re something else all right.” She giggled and splashed some water his way.
He splashed back, joining in her laughter. And before they knew it a full-on water fight had ensued. James hadn’t laughed so hard in a long time, but it was easy with Deborah—everything was easy with Deborah.
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