One Thursday Morning: Inspirational Christian Romance (Diamond Lake Series Book 1) (10 page)

Arriving at the
Inn at the Lake
with my arm wrapped around Charlie’s free arm, we went inside and were greeted by Jody in the kitchen. He stayed and chatted with her while I broke off into the dining area just outside the kitchen to sit down with Emma. She was reading a book while sitting at one of the tables near the French doors that led out to the balcony. Meanwhile, people were chatting in the living room beside the dining area and out on the balcony.

A summer breeze was blowing lightly through the dining area as I sat down in a chair across from her. Setting her book down, she greeted me with a warm smile and grasped my hand. “How are you, Serenah? That eye feeling any better?”

“I’ll survive.” My eyes peered over at Charlie to steal a glance at his laugh.

Emma caught it and commented, “You’re in love.”

Dismissing it, I furrowed my eyebrows and said, “No. Maybe someday, we’ll be in love, but I don’t think I’m there yet.”

“Why?” she pressed.

“It takes a lot of time to fall in love.”

Emma rocked her head back and forth a couple times. “Maybe a deeper love, but I believe true love has a blossoming moment.”

John walked into the room out of nowhere and conjured all my anger inside with five words. “Ms. Montgomery and my wife.”

Charlie overheard and came over from the kitchen. Leaning over my shoulder, he planted a kiss on my cheek and looked up at John, saying, “Ex-wife.
Right
?”

John’s jaw clenched and he didn’t respond.

Standing upright, Charlie said, “I see you have some lovely stitches from our little altercation yesterday. It’s too bad you don’t actually fight men, only women who can’t fight back. I would have loved to see what you can do.” Charlie told me what he was going to say to egg John on, and it was working flawlessly. John not only had a few stitches across an eyebrow, but a pretty swollen lip to top it off. John was already boiling and wanting to hit someone, judging by his clenched fist hanging by his side. He knew his reputation would be ruined if he caused a scene though.

Through his teeth, John said, “We’re not divorced,
yet
.” He excused himself from the room and went into the living room to talk to the people there. I breathed a sigh of relief as he left, and Charlie sat down at the table with Emma and me. He looked at Emma with a smile and asked, “How are you doing?”

She beamed warmly. “Great. How’s Ikan?”

Shaking his head as he looked down at the wine glasses and grapes on the placemat, he said, “I don’t work there anymore. I’m starting my own business online.”

“The internet?” Emma asked, perplexed. “I thought that thing was only good for the Facebook and recipes. Huh. That’s neat though, Charlie. As long as it’s paying the bills.”

He entertained her with a friendly smile and said, “You know what? I call it fakebook. There’s just nothing that beats real face-to-face sit downs with someone like this, huh?”

“Yes,” Emma said with a gleeful tone and smile. “I was just trying to tell Jody that the other day, and she went on and on about how wonderful social media is because the face-to-face conversations aren’t available.” She leaned in toward Charlie as she continued, “They’re only unavailable when we don’t make them a priority!”

It was cute to see Charlie engage so willingly with Emma. He listened to every word she said as we sat there for the next thirty minutes. He listened, smiled and nodded as Emma went on and on about how different America was since she was a child. Every moment that I witnessed him interact more with people that day sent me falling harder and harder for him.
Maybe Emma was right. Maybe I am in love.

After filling up on an assortment of various finger foods later in the day, I went out to the balcony to look at the water. It was beautiful, but a soft meow caught my attention from down below. Looking, I saw a neighborhood cat get a paw stuck between the dock and the grass. Setting my glass of water down on the railing, I journeyed to the far end of the deck and took the steps down to the path that led through the flower beds.
Getting down to the cat near the water, I bent a knee and helped wiggle the cat’s leg free. With a slight limp, the cat began to walk away, continuing into the nearby woods.

“I tried with you, Serenah,” John said from behind me, causing me to jump. His voice was deep and steady.

“John, what are you doing?” I asked, glancing up at the empty balcony.

Paranoid that someone could be watching, he jerked his head back behind to see if anyone was there.

Smelling liquor, I asked, “Have you been drinking?”

He shrugged and said, “So what if I have?”

Seeing a couple people walk out to the balcony in my peripheral vision, I antagonized him. “You’re pathetic.”

He grimaced. “You want to see pathetic? Try your little boy toy
Charlie
. I’ve seen you guys make out and play around like you two are a couple of teenagers.” John laughed. “That’s not a relationship.”

“You cut his brake lines, didn’t you?” I asked. Hope dwindled that the guests on the balcony could actually hear anything. They walked away from the railing.
They couldn’t have heard anything . . .

“You bet I did. Paid a guy to take care of it for me, but obviously, he didn’t finish the job. Charlie needs to go away—he’s a waste of space, but so is everything in the entire square mileage of this pathetic town.”

Charlie appeared at the railing and shouted down from the top balcony, “You’re not going to get away with this, John!”

“Really? What are you going to do?” He laughed. “It’s not what you know. It’s what you can prove. My alibi is airtight.”

Jody appeared next to Charlie at the railing and said, “John. You need to leave now.”

John furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me.
It worked. He was riled up for sure.
Begrudgingly, he climbed the path that led up around the house to the driveway out front. Charlie made sure to say something to Jody when John was in earshot about hanging out tonight to shoot pool with a buddy.

The trap was laid.

Charlie hurried down the path, pushing John on his way, down to the water. Wrapping his arm around me, he asked if I was okay. After assuring him I was fine, he told me about how he had spoken to Brody, and Brody wanted to be there to arrest John on sight of an altercation. The work John had lain with the town was beginning to crumble, and I knew he’d be furious. Though I didn’t know what the night would bring, I did know one thing.

God was with me.

Sitting quietly, pretending to watch TV as I pet Milo, my heart raced with anticipation of John’s arrival to my house that night.
How long would it take for him to come over?
Brody, Charlie and I took all the needed precautions going into the night. First—no cars. I drove them both over to my house. Second was safety. Charlie and Brody would only be a scream away, outside the kitchen window.

After a couple of hours passed and the clock struck eleven, my heart rate had lowered and I began nodding off. Being up half the previous night talking to Charlie was all fine and dandy when it happened, but I was paying the price now. Straining to keep my eyes open and on the TV show, I was jolted a bit awake by my phone buzzing—it was Charlie.

Charlie: Do you still think he’s coming tonight?

Me: I don’t know. It’s getting late though.

Charlie: Brody’s nodding off, but I’m going to stay awake and keep an eye out.

Me: Okay. Thanks.

Getting up, I went down the hallway and into the bathroom. When I came back out into the living room, a gloved hand shot out from the corner and covered my mouth. A knife pressed against my throat. “Shut your pretty mouth and don’t scream,” he whispered.

Pushing me into the hallway, he forced me down to the bedroom. Screaming as loud as I could did nothing against the muffling fabrics of the glove. The sharp edge of the blade slid down the skin of my neck, causing small nicks. Tears poured from my eyes as hopelessness swallowed me whole. Keeping his hand over my mouth in the bedroom, he threw the blade onto the bed and pulled out a roll of duct tape from his coat pocket. My eyes widened as he used his teeth to pull a piece that’d fit over my lips. My screams again fell silent against his glove. Slapping the sticky silencer across my lips, he proceeded to add more layers and then taped my hands behind my back, binding me to my doom.

“You stupid woman,” he said, pushing me down onto the bed. Jumping onto the bed, he stood over me and pulled me up to the pillows, positioning my head on one. Then he dropped down beside me and laid his head on the same pillow my head was against. Putting his hands behind his head, he looked at the ceiling took a deep breath. “I
never
wanted this kind of life for us, Serenah.” He looked over at me. “It wasn’t supposed to be like
this
. I never wanted to kill you.”

Kill me?
With those words echoing through my skull, I jerked my body and launched myself off the bed. He climbed over to the edge and grabbed my hair, pulling me up off the ground a few inches. My eyes watered heavily. Pushing through the pain, I yanked my head away, losing a great deal of hair in the process. Wiggling farther away, I was able to get up on my knees by using the night stand as an anchor point for my shoulder, and I turned to run. He lunged from the bed and grabbed onto my backside causing me to fall face first halfway to the door. Tears streamed down my cheeks and onto the duct tape as he pulled me by the legs back into the bedroom.

Please, Lord. Deliver me. Please!

Flipping me over onto my back, John’s eyes seemed almost black as the night as he climbed on top of me. The man I had I fallen in love with what felt like a lifetime ago didn’t exist anymore behind those eyes. He reached over to the bed and grabbed the dagger. Lifting it up into the air above his head, he said, “If I can’t have you, nobody can.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I waited.

The stab didn’t come, but instead came the sound of John toppling over. Opening my eyes, I saw Charlie on top of John, pinning him with his one good hand while his bad arm was pressed against his chest. Brody dashed in moments later through the doorway of the bedroom and helped subdue John. Cuffing him, Brody led John out of the room.

Charlie was in tears as he undid the duct tape from my head. “I’m so sorry I didn’t hear him enter the house, Serenah.” My hair pulled and my lips burned as he tried to gently rip the duct tape off me. As it came off my lips, he pulled me into his chest and held me there for a moment, comforting me, loving me. The warmth of his love rushed all over my body and began to ease my nerves down from the ledge they were standing on. Looking up at Charlie, I pushed my torn lips up to his and kissed him.

It was the sweetest kiss my lips had ever known.

He undid the duct tape that bound my wrists and then inspected the damage it left. They felt okay outside of a little soreness, but it wasn’t okay to Charlie. Tears, but no words, poured out of Charlie as he brought the reddened wrists to his lips, letting his love fall onto them through his lips. He brought one of my hands to his cheek and looked me in the eyes and said, “It’s over now, and you’ll never have to worry again.”

“I know,” I said gently. “Thank you for everything, Charlie.”

“I know it sounds weird, but I think I’m in love with you, Serenah.”

“It doesn’t sound weird at all. I love you too.” It could have been the heightened emotions of hate, fear and uncertainty in the last few hours, but I felt it too. We both leaned in and kissed.

Walking down the path through the flower beds to go meet with Emma about the
Inn at the Lake
on the dock, I admired the sunrise that was lifting into the sky. The painted beauty of God’s design wrapped around me. I had called Emma last night and requested to meet with her at the dock in the morning. Seeing Emma sitting in a lawn chair down at the end of the dock with a chair next to her, I smiled.

As I walked the length of the dock, I saw a fish jump in the distance. The lake was peaceful and calm like it always was early in the day. As I came between the lawn chairs to sit down, Emma handed me a cup of coffee.

“Thank you,” I said, taking the cup.

“You’re welcome. So when do you want to start?” Emma looked over with raised eyebrows.

Smiling back at her, I titled my head, “You guessed I’d say yes?”

She nodded slowly and turned her eyes back to the water. “Of course. You love this lake as much as I do, and John is in jail. You start Monday. I’ve already worked out the details of you leaving Dixie’s. Wendy will get over it, but Miley was a little broken up when she heard the news. You’ll have a room that isn’t sanctioned for guests located on the lower level.”

“Presumptuous of you to think I was on board,” I said. “But I’m glad. I was dreading the talk with Wendy about leaving, and poor Miley. I’m going to miss her.”

Emma took a sip of her coffee and stood up. “I want to show you something.”

Intrigued, I said, “Okay.” We walked up the path to the house and climbed the stairs to the balcony. Going in through the French doors, she led me upstairs to the Mountain Suite. She pointed to the bed, so I took a seat. Going over to a nightstand, she took a worn red journal off the top and sat down beside me. “There is a journal in every room for the guests to write whatever they wish. They aren’t mentioned when we give the tours when the guests arrive, nor is it encouraged or mentioned during the duration of the guest’s trip. It’s just something that is entirely decided upon by the guest.”

“Wow. Neat. Do you read them?” I asked.

She smiled warmly and nodded. “Of course I read them. That’s the best part of this whole place.” She opened the journal to a random page and began to read out loud. “A Spiritual and relaxing weekend that left me an awe of God’s ability to heal and restore the soul . . .” Emma paused and placed a hand over the pages and looked over at me. “Every guest that comes here leaves with something more in their life, Serenah, whether it’s a healing weekend getaway for a young, single woman or a restorative night for a couple. Each story is unique and full of wonder.”

“Wow. Have you witnessed to anyone about Christ?”

“Oh, yes,” Emma replied nodding. “More nights than I can count, I have prayed with a hurting soul in these hallowed walls.” Her eyes glowed as she looked around the room. “This inn isn’t just a place to stay when you’re tired. It’s a place where miracles can happen and God shows His strength and power. That lake out there has helped even you.”

Thinking of the day after John blackened my eye when I had come down, I nodded. “It really has.”

“God’s creation has
that
power on us. We just have to allow Him to work.” Closing the journal, she placed it on the nightstand next to the bed and looked at me. “You’re going to love it here, Serenah. I know it’ll be a blessing to you as it has been to our family for generations.”

Smiling, I leaned in and hugged Emma. “Thank you for letting me become a part of this.”

Charlie’s voice rang through the inn downstairs, alerting both of us. I smiled at Emma and said, “We’re going to go for a float on the raft.”

“Run along,” she replied with a smile.

Smiling, I leaned in and hugged her again. My heart swelled with love and warmth as I heard my love’s voice call out again downstairs. Releasing her, I hurried out of the room and down the stairs to fall into Charlie’s warm embrace.

“She already knew I was going to say ‘yes’,” I said with a laugh in my voice as I told him the news. “She already made the call that I dreaded.”

He grinned. “Nice! You were hating the idea of telling Wendy.”

I pursed my lips together as I nodded and turned toward the oversized bay windows in the living room. “This is going to be the new view every single day for me.”

“You know how people say things get old after you get used to them?” he asked.

Turning to him, I raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not true. You never get tired of this view.” He wrapped his arm around my waist. After a moment, he turned to me and said, “You ready for that ride in that raft? I’m dying to show you the bird nest I was telling you about.”

“Yes,” I replied with a warm smile. He took my hand and threaded his fingers between mine, and we headed down to the water.

To love and be loved—it was all I ever wanted. Nobody could ever convince me that John truly loved me. Though he had played the role exquisitely in the beginning of our relationship and into the first parts of our marriage, he was nothing more than a self-deluded con artist. Charlie, on the other hand, was my real love of a lifetime. I knew his heart was pure and of a good nature—for God had hold of it. When a man’s heart belongs to the Lord, he’s able to show a love that is divine.