Free Wishing on the Water (Water Series Book 1) by Elizabeth York Page A

differently. Henry is my second husband. My first husband died in Vietnam. Henry was his sergeant and we fell in love when he came home to take care of me during my loss. Life happens fast. One day I was burying my husband, then three months later I was engaged to Henry. We have been married forty years now. Sometimes you just need to let life happen and not carry around guilt or remorse. Life is too short for that.”
    She seemed like a wise woman, but who can get married that fast after burying their other half? I can’t help but feel like I am doing something wrong by not even visiting Chase’s grave. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like if I married someone else.
    “ It was really nice to meet you,” I spoke quietly, and went to stand up, when she pulled my hand to hers once more.
    “ You know, when I was little there was an old wives tale that said when you’re feeling low or blue, you take a walk in the ocean. It will clean out the mucky feelings you have and let you start anew. Mother used to tell us to stand in the water and make a wish. Maybe you should try it.” Helen replied, and my heart melted.
    I had given up on wishing on the water when I fled from New York. My wishes went unanswered because I still ached from the loss of my other half. Maybe I need to try again, and I would when I got to New York.
    We finally boarded the plane and I slept the whole way to New York. I was exhausted. My body refused to come off of its hiatus since I learned I would be returning to New York. Andrew admitted that he could have taken someone else; but, since he enjoyed spending time with me and had gotten familiar with my background, when they determined the meeting would be in New York he chose me. He told me he felt like I had unfinished business there and needed to deal with it.
    We landed at Newark, and decided to rent a car instead of waiting out a six-hour layover. The entire ride seemed long and tedious as I impatiently waited for us to get into the city. When I saw my concrete paradise come into view, we were near the river heading toward the Lincoln Tunnel. A rush of emotion rolled over me, but it wasn’t sadness. It shocked me but I felt elated.
    “ You ready?” Andrew asked, as we drove through the tunnel filled with yellow lights and honking horns.
    “ Yea, I think I am.”
    An hour and three detours from car accidents later, we arrived in front of our hotel. We were staying at the Waldorf Astoria Towers. In all my time in New York I had never been inside the elegant lobby at the Waldorf.
    “ This room is yours and I am right across the hall from you.” Andrew whispered, as he handed me my key card in front of the elevator.
    “ Thanks,” I replied, as I took the key and we entered the elevator. As we approached my room, I waved the key card in front of my door. I went to grab the handle of my luggage, but saw Andrew was already coming in with my luggage. I felt a little awkward that he was just coming in the room with me, but shrugged it off as a nervous reaction to being back in town. He was always in my house, so I didn’t understand why I felt so off here.
    “ Thanks for bringing that in,” I spoke softly, as I walked to the window. I pulled the sheer curtains and looked across the way. The Empire State building was glowing red, white, and blue, as snow fell from the sky.
    Andrew walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder and I slid my hand over his arms as we stared at the falling snow.
    “ Thank you,” I whispered.
    “ For what?” Andrew asked softly by my ear.
    “ For bringing me home. I missed my cement paradise. If you look out at the horizon, there is nothing prettier than my steel and concrete skyline at sunset in the snow.”
    “ It’s gorgeous. Anytime I can be of assistance, I would like to help. Get some rest now, and we will hit it hard at 7am in the conference room.” Andrew whispered, as he placed a kiss on my cheek. Then