Author's note

' though it was not I, but the grace of God, which is with me.'

1corinthians 15:10.

thank you for taking part in this adventure with me. shalom.

EXCERPT ON A NEW BOOK OF MINE; MEET ME HALFWAY.

Chapter One

"you'll never believe who just moved into town!" branna's big hazel coloured eyes lit up as she spoke to her childhood friend, Aine, who was working on a log book behind a counter. she- Aine- ran a floral shop and her sister of the heart-Branna- had dropped by to say 'hi'-

"who?' she asked, looking up from her log book, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Branna never stopped at just 'Hi'

"The Maher's son. there only son, and word is, he's hotter than burning coal." Aine merely rose her brows and snorted, her friend tended to be abit boy crazy at times. but burning coal? that one was new. and a part of her, the nosy part of her that reared it's little head wheever she was around this girl purred with curioity.

"what's his name?"

"Bryan, or was it Brody?" this time Aine gave a little chukle.

"so you know how hot he is, but not his name?" she added empasis on the 'hot' and made Branna grin.

"Hey, I know his last name, don't I?"

"of course." she rolled her eyes at her friend and shook her head.

"But at this rate, if you can't remember his name."

Branna tossed back her head, and laughed, black long mane of hair flying, Aine watched her face with a grin on her face, her heart warmed at the sight of her friend.

"ah, Aine darling, I brought news of him to you, for only one purpose." Aine rose a brow.

"which is?" And now her friend smirked,

"go grab 'em!" it was her turn to laugh, and they both id, bone deep, wild and hysterical and anyone who saw them would have thought they'd lost it.

*****

Bryan Maher put the saddle on the horse and rubbed it's head tenderly.

"Ready for a ride, sweetheart?" The horse gave a soft neigh as though in response to his question. He patted her head and walked her out of her stall through the door of the shed, past two more horses both of which were eating.

He would check on them again once he came back from his ride, he thought to himself. There was a pregnant mare he had to tend specially. Yes, he'd a have to check on them.

Sweetheart gave a louder neigh as they stepped into the evening light, making Bryan chuckle.

"Aye, it's my favourite time for a ride as well." He got on, and so it began. A slow pace at first, even as they turned turned around and past the shed into the woods not so far off.

He sighed, couldn't help himself, He loved to ride, had been riding since he was a little boy. Now he owned horses of his, tended them, sold some, earned his keep. But he could never sell his precious sweetheart, it was like selling a part of his heart. He could sense her need for speed, her need to go fast. But, this evening wasn't for speed, No. He needed the slow pace, needed to go through his most urgent thoughts.

And what were they?

He passed a hand beneath his chin, feeling a week's stubble of beard. There was an unease in his soul. Mild, but however, pesky. Like some fly that wouldn't stop landing on your skin.

He wanted so much to understand it, find the root of it. And wasn't that why, after so long, he'd come home, settled?

He passed a hand over his face, and sweetheart, sensing something, or someone, reared. He made her come to a halt and squinted, looking around him.

"See something?" She let out an huff.

"I'm sure you did, but what?" He looked around again, and on a second thought came down. He took a few steps forward and caught sight of something, No, someone through a small hole in a cluster of branches.

It was a woman, the most beautiful sight he'd ever laid eyes on, she was bent over, plucking what seemed to him like berries and placing them in a basket she held in her right hand, and a massive black dog lying at her heel.

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