A Time for Love

A Time for Love

by Sabra Brown Steinsiek
A Time for Love

A Time for Love

by Sabra Brown Steinsiek

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Overview

She's a star on Broadway. He's an aspiring writer. They're "just friends".

Annie Collins Morgan, aka actress Morgan Collins, is self-sufficient, successful, and lonely after her best friend moves out to be married. Christopher "Kit" Maxwell is desperate to move out of the student ghetto and into a space that will allow him the peace he needs to finish his novel. It's a match made in heaven and it's strictly platonic...at least at first.

Through everyday life, triumphs and tragedies, from New York to New Mexico, their friendship grows and changes. Will they realize their true feelings before it's too late?

There's a "ghost" of a chance.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781932926545
Publisher: Artemesia Publishing, LLC NC
Publication date: 02/14/2017
Series: Taylor's Girls , #5
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 276
Sales rank: 611,400
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Sabra Brown Steinsiek is a native New Mexican, born and raised in Carlsbad who now lives on the west side of Albuquerque with her husband, Will, and two cats, and leads a rich, full, fantasy life. She is the mother of one son, Jared.

Sabra's life has been tied to books and libraries for her entire life. Reading before she started school, she was the regular winner of the summer reading programs in Carlsbad and, in high school, won an essay competition on "If I Ran The Library". And that's exactly what she grew up to do. After volunteer library positions in school, Sabra became the Children's librarian for Carlsbad Public Library from 1982-84. Her library career continued with positions in the Albuquerque Public Libraries (now ABC Libraries) and the Law and Medical Libraries at the University of New Mexico until her early retirement due to fibromyalgia in 2005, when she began writing full time.

Sabra is also author, from various publishers, of three other books. Red Velvet Shoes: Contemporary Haiku (2005), The Lodge at Cloudcroft:100 Years of Hospitality (2011), and, "for children and those who have been children", The Tale of the Pronghorned Cantaloupe (2010-Rio Grande Books) which was also a New Mexico Book Award winner.

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Chapter 1

 

Annie Morgan stepped back to get the full effect and caught her breath at the vision before her. “Oh, Dante, you’re beyond beautiful,” she said to her best friend, who would be getting married in a few minutes. “Avery is going to be speechless.”

“Really?” Dante whispered as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Is that really me? Is this really happening?”

Annie stepped beside her, and the two friends were framed in the mirror as if time had saved a photograph of the moment. Blonde, blue-eyed Dante Harrington was a vision in traditional white, a tiara and veil crowning her upswept hair. Annie’s bridesmaid dress was a shade of blue meant to show off her stunning red hair and turquoise eyes. Best friends since childhood and roommates for the last four years, they both knew this was the end of an era.

“It’s happening, Dante. Avery is a wonderful guy.”

A soft smile lifted Dante’s lips. “Yeah, he is. I am so lucky.”

They could hear the organ beginning to play and knew they’d have to join the others in a minute. “One more thing.” Annie said as she picked up a small box from the table and took out a heart-shaped charm that read “Best Friends Forever.” Picking up one of the ribbons on Dante’s bouquet, she tied the charm firmly in place. “Just to remind you that I’ll always be here for you,” she said as she kissed Dante on the cheek. “Don’t you dare cry! You’ll mess up your makeup!”

Just then, Dante’s mother came in, closely followed by Avery’s mother. The bridesmaids, Erin Scott and Olivia Maxwell, were behind them.

“It’s time, darling,” Dante’s mother said as she gave the veil an imperceptible adjustment. “You are so beautiful.”

There was a flurry of activity as bouquets were picked up and last-minute adjustments made to hair and dresses. Then the mothers were gone, and the wedding planner stood ready to start the procession as soon as the mothers had been seated.

 

* * *

 

Christopher “Kit” Maxwell sat beside his parents in the second row as they waited for the wedding to start. He usually didn’t “do” weddings, but Dante was his favorite cousin and his sister, Olivia, was one of the bridesmaids. His mother had made it pretty clear that his attendance was mandatory. His body was present, but his mind was on his meeting with his graduate advisor yesterday morning.

“Mr. Maxwell, may I see you for a moment?”

Class had just finished, and Kit was stuffing papers into his backpack.

“Sure, Dr. Nesbitt.”

“I was reading your assignment last night. It’s really not up to your normal excellent standards. I found several misspellings, but, more troublesome, there were instances where you used the wrong word, and places where it seemed whole paragraphs were missing. Is there something interfering with your writing?”

“Three somethings, sir. I live in a house with three other guys, and they’re the partying type. It’s noisy, and I’m always being interrupted. When I was working on that piece, one of the jerks set the kitchen on fire. It was distracting to say the least.”

“Can you move somewhere else?”

“I wish I could, but my jobs don’t pay enough for a good place. With what I can afford, I’d be stuck with the same kind of situation. I figure it’s better to stick with the evil I know.”

“It’s affecting your writing, Kit. You have a real talent. It deserves your full attention.” He handed Kit the assignment he’d been talking about and said, “Take this home and do it again, then I’ll grade it. And keep in mind, you won’t get a second chance when you present your novel.”

Not that he needed reminding. He knew he needed to move. His internship at The Times was unpaid. His graduate teaching assistant position and a part-time job in the library barely stretched to cover his living expenses. Right now, splitting the rent was all he could afford and writing late at night was the only time he had. He’d tried working in coffee shops but the constant traffic was almost as bad as being in the apartment. At least when he worked at home he could write as late as he wanted and then collapse into bed for a few hours sleep.

His thoughts were interrupted by a murmur in the church as the ushers seated Avery’s mother, then Dante’s mother, his Aunt Mary. The music rose as Avery and his groomsmen took their places, watching as the bridesmaids came up the aisle to join them. His little sister Olivia was first down the aisle. She was absolutely beautiful, he thought with surprise. When did she get to be such a lovely young woman? Erin Scott, Olivia’s best friend since kindergarten, was next. He realized that, seemingly overnight, she’d grown up as well, a beauty in her own right. Little Annie Morgan, not so little now and a well-respected presence on Broadway if Olivia was to be believed, followed Erin. When the string quartet began to play the traditional wedding march, everyone turned as Dante, looking like a young Grace Kelly, floated down the aisle on her father’s arm.

He had a perfect view of Erin Scott’s profile during the ceremony, and he was struck again by the change in the leggy girl who had been ever-present in their home. Dante and Annie had joined the group in high school, when all four of them joined the same dance class. From his lofty three-year superiority, he’d just considered all of them annoying friends of Olivia’s, filling the house with girl stuff and giggles. Now he was forced to acknowledge that they’d grown up while he wasn’t looking.

 

* * *

 

Taylor and Laura Morgan smiled as Annie walked down the aisle. Tall like her father, with her mother’s red hair, she was a striking young woman. She’d been on her own for five years now, steadily carving out her own niche in the New York theater world under the stage name of Morgan Collins. Her first starring role as the ingénue in Sundown had been the year she’d graduated from high school. They’d made the difficult decision to allow her to pursue her dream while they returned to Laura’s childhood home in Albuquerque to begin new careers.

They’d known Dante for years, since she had roomed with Annie while she’d pursued her own dancing ambitions on Broadway. Dante had lived on another floor in their building, and the two girls had bonded the first day they met. Most weekends the girls had slept over at one or the other of their homes. After Erin and Olivia joined their circle, the sleepovers expanded so that each family had all four girls one Saturday night a month.

Laura smiled with pride at the poised young women they had become, while Taylor struggled with the same questions going through Kit Maxwell’s mind. Where had the time gone?

 

* * *

 

The new Mr. and Mrs. Avery Huff turned to face the crowd, who broke into applause as the musicians played the recessional. Annie joined the best man, Jake Phillips, and followed the joyous Dante and Avery   as the rest of the wedding party followed them. They all escaped into the pastor’s office, where they would stay until the guests headed for the reception. The photographer had been given twenty minutes to take formal portraits before they would all pile into limousines to join the guests.

 

* * *

 

The reception venue was an old warehouse that had been gentrified for the wedding business. Just outside of New York City, it featured plenty of room for dining and dancing. A good time was being had by all.

The dancing had been going on for more than an hour, and Annie had not left the floor for one minute. Her shoes had long since joined her bouquet at the table, and she was flushed from laughing when she called a time out and sank into the nearest chair.

“You look like you could use this.” A hand appeared in front of her face with a glass of champagne. Taking it gratefully, she looked up into the face of a man who was vaguely familiar—he had gorgeous blue eyes that she knew she should remember, but the shaggy, dark hair looked wrong.

“Thanks! I absolutely need this...and probably more.” She gave in and asked, “I know we’ve met, but....”

“Annie,” he said with a grin, “I’m wounded. How could you forget me?”

The grin was unmistakable. “Kit! I didn’t recognize you in the fancy suit. What happened to the sweats?”

“Mom wouldn’t let me wear them to the wedding. And I’d washed them, too!”

“How have you been, Kit? You should be finishing your master’s soon if I remember right.”

The grin vanished and he nodded, “Another year, if I stay sane that long.”

“Problems?”

“Nothing big. I just need to look for a new place to live so I can write in peace and get my novel finished. Hard to do on a part-time salary.”

Before he could say more, Erin sat down next to them. “Any more of that champagne, Annie?” she asked as she picked up a napkin to fan her face.

“I’ll go find a bottle and some glasses,” Kit volunteered. “Be right back.”

“Wow,” Erin said as she watched him walk away. “Kit cleans up good.”

“He does indeed,” Annie said. And they both giggled as they enjoyed the view.

“Annie! Come on!” Jake held out his hand. “We haven’t had a dance yet.”

“Jake, I can’t,” she protested even as she let herself be pulled from the chair. Soon they were lost in the crowd of dancers.

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