The Wish © by RJ Nolan
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The Wish © by RJ Nolan ISBN epub: 978-3-95533-084-2 ISBN mobi: 978-3-95533-085-9 Published by Ylva Publishing, legal entity of Ylva Verlag e.Kfr. Ylva Verlag, e.Kfr. Am Kirschgarten 2 65830 Kriftel Germany http://www.ylva-publishing.com First edition: April 2013 This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and locations are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or events, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Thank you for downloading this free ebook. You are welcome to share it with your friends. This book may be reproduced, copied and distributed for non-commercial purposes, provided the book remains in its complete original form. If you enjoyed this book, please visit us at www.ylva- publishing.com to discover other works by this author. Credits Edited by Sandra Gerth Cover Design by Krystel Contreras ([email protected]) 1 Table of Contents Foreword Dedication The Wish: Yacht Club—Grosse Pointe, Michigan New Year’s Eve—11:40 p.m. Jess McKenna’s residence—Los Angeles, California New Year’s Eve—8:50 p.m. Grosse Pointe, Michigan, and Los Angeles, California Excerpt from L.A. Metro (RJ Nolan) Other books from Ylva-Publishing Coming from Ylva-Publishing in 2013 2 Foreword I wanted to give readers a glimpse into the lives of Kim Donovan and Jess McKenna before they met in L.A. Metro. I chose to set this vignette on New Year’s Eve as it is a time of new beginnings. 3 Dedication To everyone who is still looking for their soul mate. Never give up. You never know when or where that special someone will come into your life. 4 The Wish Yacht Club—Grosse Pointe, Michigan New Year’s Eve—11:40 p.m. The floor-to-ceiling windows provided a panoramic view of the water. The clear black sky shone with muted stars. Kim Donovan longed to step out into the night and away from the press of people in the ballroom behind her. How did I let myself get talked into this? She sighed. The charity event sponsored by a women’s group from her mother’s country club was for a worthy cause. The money raised tonight would go to a foundation that helped children with AIDS. That would have been all well and good if her mother hadn’t used the charity bash as an excuse to push every single and some not-so- single men she could find at Kim. Her mother was well aware of her sexual orientation. Kim had been out since her freshman year in college. But no matter how many times she reminded her mother she was a lesbian, her mother refused to accept it. If her mother warned her one more time that she wasn’t getting any younger and soon all the good men were going to be taken, Kim was going to explode. Although she had only been here eight months, Kim already realized that moving back to Michigan and accepting the job at Memorial Medical had been a mistake. Tonight was just one more 5 example of how useless it was to try and please her mother. She will never accept who you are. She won’t be happy until you’re married to some guy and have six kids. Kim shook her head. That’s never going to happen. Kim stared at her reflection in the window. Her hair was swept back from her face, allowing her blond curls to cascade down her neck. A dark blue floor-length evening gown hugged her curves. The color brought out the blue of her eyes. The image was marred by the sadness in her eyes and the slight slump of her shoulders. “Kim.” She started, then smiled. “Hey, Brandon.” She turned and accepted the champagne glass he held out. Kim had met Brandon earlier in the evening while getting a drink from the bar. He had been lamenting the fact that his partner had gotten called away for an emergency at work. She had quickly enlisted his help in keeping her mother at bay. “Sorry I took so long,” he said. “Everyone is getting ready for the midnight toast.” His gaze darted around the room, and his mouth pursed as if he had tasted something sour. “Where is she?” At least she wasn’t the only one who found her mother hard to take. Kim laughed and her mood lightened just a bit. Her mother had seemed shocked when she came up to them earlier with yet another man for Kim to meet and found her standing with Brandon. She had quickly recovered and tried to grill him on the spot. They had 6 escaped only when Brandon asked Kim to dance. She patted his arm. “I have no idea.” He really had gone above and beyond tonight in helping someone he had just met. “I really appreciate all you’ve done tonight in putting up with her. It’s too bad I wasn’t smart enough to insist on driving myself. I could just leave.” Brandon shrugged. “No problem. I know how families can be.” His gaze shifted to a point over her shoulder. His eyes started to sparkle and a loving smile covered his face. Kim turned around to see a handsome blond man approaching. His smile matched Brandon’s. Ah. This must be Donald. Brandon had spoken glowingly of his partner several times. Kim couldn’t help the wistful thought, If only I could find someone who would look at me like that. Her current lover was so closeted she might as well have been in a cave. Kim pushed away the bitter thought. Enough of this. You have a lot of things going for you. “Donald!” Brandon said. Donald lengthened his stride. He reached for Brandon’s hand and gave it a firm squeeze. “I told you I’d make it back in time.” Brandon beamed at his lover. Kim was saddened but not surprised that the men did not embrace. This was Michigan after all, not California. The tolerant attitude toward public displays of affection between same-sex couples that was common in California was nowhere to be found in suburban Detroit. 7 Smiling warmly at Brandon, she reached out and touched his arm. “Thanks again for your help. Happy New Year.” After giving Donald a brief smile and a nod, she started to walk away. “Wait, Kim. You don’t have to go.” Brandon tugged his partner closer. “Donald, this is Kim. I’ve been helping her keep her mother from shoving men at her all night.” He rolled his eyes, then waggled his eyebrows. “Now if they had been women...” A blush heated Kim’s face. Donald laughed. “Nice to meet you. Brandon’s right, you don’t have to go. Stay with us and ring in the new year. Otherwise, I’m sure your mother will find more than one man eager to kiss you at midnight.” Kim shivered. “Thanks, but I think I’ll just find myself a quiet, out-of-the-way spot.” “Are you sure?” Brandon’s voice was full of concern. “I’m fine. Honest.” She smiled at both men. “Thanks again.” “Anytime,” Brandon said. “Oh... Wait a sec. See those tall plants over there?” He pointed to the end of the room. Kim nodded. “Just on the other side is a small, glass-enclosed alcove that juts out over the water. You’d be out of sight there.” Tipping her champagne glass in salute, Kim smiled, then turned to make her way to the offered sanctuary. She waved off a waiter who offered a paper hat and party horn. Her gaze swept the room. 8 She hoped to spot her mother before her mother saw her. Kim sighed with relief when she reached the indicated area without being intercepted. A pleased smile appeared at the sight of the curtain covering the alcove. She crossed her fingers that her luck would hold and the area would be empty. It was. She allowed the curtain to fall shut behind her and was cocooned in darkness. Kim felt as if she was suspended over the water. The brightly lit boats floating at anchor contrasted sharply with the darkness where she stood. She imagined, for just a moment, what it would be like to sit in the stern of a boat, gently rocking on the waves, while being held by someone who loved her. She forced her gaze away and once more focused on the night sky. Jess McKenna’s residence—Los Angeles, California New Year’s Eve—8:50 p.m. Jess set the split of champagne and a single glass down on the coffee table. She didn’t know what had prompted her to buy the champagne. New Year’s Eve was no big deal. It wasn’t as if she had someone special to celebrate with and look forward to the coming year. There had not been a woman in her life for well over a year. Sam, her younger sister, had invited her to a party with some of 9 her police officer friends in San Diego, but Jess had declined. She was not the party type. With a sigh, Jess flopped onto the couch. She reached down and patted the dog lying in front of the couch. “Just you and me as usual, big guy.” At the sound of Jess’s voice, Thor lifted his head, then lay back down with a contented sigh. “I’m glad one of us is content.” This is why you always work the holidays.