Chapters (42)
- Cover Page
- Dedication
- Dear Friend
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Acknowledgments
- Reading Group Guide
- An Excerpt from the Goodbye Bride
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- About the Author
Kate gave a wry laugh. Some psychotherapist she was. She was only now figuring out that she was avoiding love.
“You think you should call him?” her dad asked.
She wanted to tell Lucas she loved him. She wanted to say she was sorry for leaving. A shiver of fear snaked its way up her spine. What if it didn’t work? What if he broke her heart? What should I do, God? I’m asking this time. I want Your plan, not mine.
Her advice to Brody came back to her: “It’s fear that makes an act courageous.” Do I have the courage to love him back?
“I don’t know what to do, but I know I need to do what God wants this time.
“God wants you to save your marriage.”
Kate looked at her dad. Was it as simple as that?
“Go to him, Kate. Save your marriage.”
He was right. Kate straightened. She was ready to put it all on the line, like Lucas had. Ready to follow God’s plan for a change.
And she wanted to do it face-to-face. She wanted to touch him, feel the strength of his arms around her when she said the words.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
Her dad nodded.
She checked her watch. “I can be there by morning if I drive to Hyannis and take the ferry.”
“And drive all night? Kate . . .”
“I have to see him.” She had to tell him she loved him. She could take a flight, but then her car would be here. No, it was settled. She’d never be able to sleep anyway. She might as well spend the night closing the distance between them.
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Three
How much we trust others is often a reflection of how much we trust ourselves.
—Excerpt from Finding Mr. Right-for-You by Dr. Kate
She didn’t call.
It was impossible to soothe the ache in his gut. Lucas rolled over and stared out the window, where dawn stretched, spreading gray across the midnight canvas. He pulled Kate’s pillow close, inhaling. The scent of her was nearly gone—that subtle lilac scent that perfumed her hair.
He’d been pleased with the interview, relieved that the words had come when he needed them, relieved that he’d survived the interview without cracking under the pressure. After the show aired the night before, he waited, pacing the floor until Bo tired of his excess energy and curled up at the foot of the sofa.
When the phone had rung, his feet made quick work of the distance to the kitchen, and he answered breathlessly, not caring if Kate knew he was waiting for her call.
But it had been his mom. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I knew you loved her, but I guess I just didn’t realize how much.” She apologized for treating Kate badly and asked if he’d heard from her.