Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Publication Date: 12/31/2019
What do you do when your whole life is turned upside
down?
Sully Raines sets out to find his birth mother, and
ends up in Blessings, Georgia. A new surprise awaits him here, but of the best
kind—his childhood sweetheart, whom he hasn’t seen since she moved away when
they were teens, is living in Blessings now. He’s not sure she’s as happy to
see him as he is to see her, but it’s been a lot of years, and a lot of water
under the bridge…
Sully’s heartfelt search for answers about his past
might just turn out to be the key to his future…
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Sully drove straight to the flower shop. A
bell rang as he walked in, and an older woman in a colorful floral smock
appeared from the back.
“Hello. I’m Myra. How can I help you?”
“I want to get a bouquet of flowers. Do you have
some made up?”
“Yes. Here in the cooler behind this stand of
stuffed toys. But if you don’t see what you want, I can easily make something
else while you wait.”
“Okay, thanks,” Sully said. “Let me check these out
first.”
“Seeing as how fall is upon us, we have several
different sizes of fall bouquets, and with different kinds of flowers. And, of
course, the roses,” Myra said.
He pointed to a bouquet of red roses in a crystal
vase with a ruby-colored base.
“Those, in that vase with the ruby-colored base.
How much are those?”
“Well, it’s a dozen American Beauties, and the vase
is crystal, which makes it a bit pricier than others. It’s one hundred and ten
dollars.”
“I’ll take it,” Sully said.
Myra beamed. Her husband, Harold, had fussed at her
nonstop because she’d used a vase that expensive, and now she could say “I told
you so.”
“Wonderful,” she said, as she removed the bouquet
from the cooler and carried it to the register. “Will this be cash or credit
card?”
“Card,” Sully said as he pulled it out of his
wallet.
“If you want to sign a card to go with the flowers,
you can pick from these,” Myra said, pointing to the little rack on the counter.
“No card, I’m handing them to her in person.”
Myra pulled up a new screen on the computer. “Your
name, sir?”
“Sully Raines.”
Myra gasped. “You’re the man who saved Melissa
Dean’s life, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“This is wonderful. I’m glad to meet you. Everybody
loves Melissa.”
Sully smiled. “I’m finding that out, but I’m not
surprised. She was a sweetheart when we were kids, and she’s only gotten better
with age.”
“You knew each other! Wow. Then you must have been
really frantic when you were trying to get her out of the burning car.”
“I’d only arrived in town about an hour before it
happened. I didn’t know anybody here, and I sure didn’t know it was her until
we were in the ER. The last time we’d seen each other, we were thirteen.”
“Oh my! What an amazing story. If these are for
her, please give her our best.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sully said, and then they finished
the purchase.
He made the drive back to
Melissa’s house slowly and carefully, and he was happy to see her car in the
driveway when he arrived. He got out carrying the vase, and then instead of
using the key she’d given him, he rang the doorbell.
When Melissa opened the door, her eyes widened in
delight.
“Delivery for the prettiest woman in Blessings,” he
said.
She laughed. “I think you must have the wrong
house.”
“Nope. I know exactly where I am, and these are for
you. Where do you want me to put them?” he asked.
“I think here on this table in the foyer. That way
I’ll see them all the time, coming and going.”
He set them on the table, then turned around and
hugged her.
“Does this mean Elliot gave
you good news?” Melissa asked.
“He gave me news,” Sully said, and felt the knowing
of meant to be when he kissed
her.
Melissa’s heart fluttered from the gentleness of
the kiss, but she was dying for information.
“But what news? Did he know where she was?”
“That man talks around a subject more than anyone
I’ve ever met. He told me my birth father’s name, thinking I already knew.”
“Oh my gosh! What is it?”
“Marc Adamos. I never found the name on any papers,
but now I know.”
“And your mom? What did he say?”
“He told me not to leave Blessings.”
Melissa frowned. “But what does that mean, exactly?
That she’s here? Then where?”
“He just kept repeating, ‘Don’t leave Blessings,’
so I’m not leaving.”
Melissa laughed and hugged him. “Don’t expect me to
be sad about that.”
“He also said you were my soul mate and wished us a
long and happy life together.”
She gasped. “Did he really say that?”
Sully nodded.
Melissa sighed. “Well, it took us long enough to
find each other again. Maybe that is why it was so easy to fall back into
this.”
“Works for me,” Sully said, then kissed her again
until he heard her moan. “The feeling is mutual.”
Melissa felt like her whole body was humming—like
someone had turned up the energy in the room.
Sully saw her shiver. “Are you afraid? Don’t be
afraid. This is not anything to act on until we’re ready.”
“Afraid? Of you? No, Sully. I just don’t know what
to do with what I feel.”
“Then don’t do anything. When the time is right,
there won’t be any confusion. That I can promise.” He wrapped his arms around
her. “It’s all good, love. It’s going to be all right.”
“I feel like a forty-something idiot. This should
not be so hard,” she muttered.
He chuckled, and when he did, she started to push
away, then felt his heartbeat. Without moving, she put her other hand on her
own. Their heartbeats were in rhythm.
“What’s wrong?” Sully said.
She reached for his hand and put it over his own
heart, and then put his other hand on hers.
“Feel that?” she asked.
“Feel what… Oh, wow! We’re in sync.” Then he
laughed. “I love this.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s pretty amazing. I adore
the roses, and I adore you, too, Sully Raines.”
“Is this where I sweep you off your feet and take
you to bed, or is this where we go eat pie?”
Melissa burst into laughter, and once the joy
bubbled up, more kept coming, and she laughed until there were tears in her
eyes.
Sully grinned and then put his arm around her and
led her to the kitchen.
“I think it’s pie.”
“Just because you went to see a psychic doesn’t
mean you’re turning into one.”
He stopped in the middle of the kitchen floor. “Are
you saying it’s not pie?”
“Not pie. Cake!”
“You and your sass,” Sully said, and kissed the
laugh right off her face.
***
Excerpted from The Way Back to You by Sharon
Sala. © 2019 by Sharon Sala.
Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks
Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.
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About the author:
SHARON SALA has over one hundred
books in print and has published in five different genres. She is an eight-time
RITA finalist, five-time Career Achievement winner from RT Book Reviews, and
five-time winner of the National Reader’s Choice Award. She lives in Norman,
Oklahoma.
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