One Perfect Year

“Give me a month.” Christine took in the bedroom with an assessing glance. “An exterminator, new appliances, new countertops, a new shine to the floors and windows, and you won’t recognize the place.” She turned to Shelby expectantly. When Shelby didn’t immediately jump at the offer, her boss added, “Hurry, before I change my mind and offer it to Ryan.”

“Whether it has Mae’s love karma or not, you should take it.” Gage gave Shelby a small smile. “As your friend, I’m advising you to at least consider living here.”

Her friend? Shelby refrained from pointing out friends came when you called. She refrained from commenting at all.

Her silence grew until it bordered on rudeness. She didn’t want to offend Christine. It was a generous offer. But the building and its faded optimism...

Living here would make her feel like a hypocrite.

Years ago, anything had seemed possible—an interesting career, happiness, everlasting friendship and love. Shelby knew better now. She had to keep her head down, her gaze firmly on the path beneath her feet, and protect what little joy she had left.

Not that she could say that to anyone without being considered as out of touch with reality as Mae. They all stared at Shelby, waiting for her to answer. Mae with her unflinching expression. Christine with curiosity. Dead Gage with understanding.

She wanted to tell Gage he understood nothing. How could he know where she was emotionally after two years of ignoring her?

They continued to wait for her response.

The weight of their scrutiny finally broke her. “Sure. Of course. I’ll consider it,” Shelby blurted, feeling as fake as a two-dollar wine paired with a filet mignon.

She’d consider it the same way Gage was considering her grandfather’s proposition to stay in Harmony Valley.

Not at all.

CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_594e692d-f468-5d26-84a1-73d577a10e01)

“DON’T BE DISCOURAGED by the dust and age of the basic equipment.” Dr. Wentworth unlocked the door to his office. “It’s the insight of a vet that makes a practice thrive, not the age of your exam table.”