We have a special guest joining us this holiday week. Please welcome Michelle from THE DEEPEST NIGHT!
Five Things Michelle Cole is Thankful For
What a difference six months can make! This past June, I was lost in the Arizona heat, living with my mother and trying to figure out what to do with my life. Now, I’m on the other side of the country, with my whole life in front of me—or I should say, in front of us, because I’m not alone anymore.
That’s a good place to start, because of all the things I have in this world, I’m most thankful for the man who showed me true love: Ray Powell. And to think, the first time I saw him, I was more than a little scared of him. Of course, he looked like he’d been on the losing end of a brawl, but when I got to know him, I realized just how gentle and caring he is. I never thought I’d trust anyone enough to fall in love, but Ray snuck into my heart, one kind word and soft kiss at a time, until I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
I’m thankful for the person who set me up to meet Ray in the first place, even if that hadn’t been her intent. My best friend, Vicky, is the reason that I was at the gorgeous bed and breakfast on the island of St. Mary’s in the first place. Of course, she’d been hoping I’d go into business with her and run the place on her behalf, but she did it with the best of intentions.
And I can’t talk about “good intentions” without mentioning my mother, Eleanor. If divorce was an Olympic sport, she’d have a gold medal, so you’d think she’d be the last person to give advice on love, but you’d be wrong. Practice really does make perfect, I guess. Her naturally perfect timing meant she showed up just as things between me and Ray were heating up.
I suppose I’m thankful she didn’t try to give us advice on sex the way she did on our relationship. No, I don’t suppose; I’m positive. There are some things we were never meant to know about our mothers, and in my mom’s case, those things start and end up with her whirlwind marriage-turned-annulment in Vegas.
Number five on my list, though I don’t want to imply he’s any less dear to me than Vicky, would be Ray’s best friend and business partner, Preston Fairchild. Don’t let the stuffy name fool you. He may be a boarding school brat, but he’s been Ray’s closest friend for years. My heart bleeds for him. He lost his fiancée in war, and he’s never really recovered. The Fairchild family is all a little bit overwhelming, so Ray and I give him a refuge whenever he’s looking for a little R&R. Plus, he adores my cooking.
Speaking of which, it’s time to get dinner out of the oven. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday! And if you’re ever in Virginia, look us up, once I come up with a good name for my new bed and breakfast.
And no, Ray, I’m not calling it The B&B of the Baskervilles. I don’t care if Americans love Sherlock Holmes as much as you Brits do. Naming an inn after a ghostly people-eating dog isn’t good for business.
— Written by Michelle Cole, heroine of THE DEEPEST NIGHT
Transcribed by the author, Kara Braden