by David Burnett
Release Date: December 2013
Format: eBook, 245 pages
Ten years had passed since they had joined hands in the ruins of the old abbey church. Kneeling before the high altar, they were handfasted in the Celtic custom, engaged to be married.
A rose bush had bloomed beside the ruined altar. Steven had reached out to caress one of the flowers. “I’ll find you,” he had said. “In ten years, when we have finished school, when we are able to marry, I’ll find you. Until then, whenever you see a yellow rose, remember me. Remember I love you.”
In those ten years, Katherine had finished college, completed med school, and become a doctor. For a decade, she had been waiting, hoping, praying, and, today ─ her birthday─ she finds a vase of yellow roses when she reaches home.
Steven, though, is not Katherine’s only suitor. Bill Wilson has known her since they were in high school, and he has long planned to wed her. While Steven and Katherine are falling in love again, he finally decides to stake his claim. His methods leave a lot to be desired, the conflict turns violent, and Katherine must choose the future that she wants.
Whenever you see a yellow rose, think of me. His voice rang true in her mind. It was almost as if she heard the words spoken aloud.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” she asked.
“A dozen yellow roses in a crystal vase—what’s the occasion?”
“My birthday is Saturday, so I guess they’re a present.”
“Well, you be nice to whoever sent these. I would topple over if Ben brought me anything like this.”
“Ben is very nice to you.”
“He is. He is. But flowers? This vase?” She shook her head on her way out. “Well, have a nice birthday.”
Katherine turned to see Becky and Sara standing, hands on hips. “After all of the things you’ve said about Bill Wilson,” Sara reprimanded her. “Those are so pretty. Why did he think of yellow roses, I wonder?”
Katherine’s hands shook as she placed the vase on the coffee table. She ran her fingers along the purple ribbon and fumbled with the card as she pulled it from the envelope. She had been looking for a sign for months, hoping for a call. The flowers—they couldn’t be, but surely they must be from Steven.
She stared at the card, her mouth open.
“What is it, Katherine? Who sent them?”
When she didn’t answer, Becky snatched the card and read it aloud. “Hi, Katie Lee. Can you believe it has been ten years? Remember, I promised to track you down. If you would like to talk, I have dinner reservations at Villa Antonia on Saturday at six. Saturday is your birthday, isn’t it? If you can’t make it, please let me know. I can’t wait to see you! Steven.”
Becky looked to Katherine, eyes full of questions. “Who is Steven?”
Katherine flopped onto the sofa, shock setting in.
“I said who is Steven?” Becky chided. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll call—there’s a phone number at the bottom you know.”
“Steven is…an old friend.” She pulled a single rose from the vase and held it out, studying the swirl of the petals. “Think of me,” he had said. “Remember I love you.” She looked up. “I…well, I had hoped to hear, but I never really expected to…I mean…Steven and I, we’re engaged to be married.