The Keeper of My Heart
Book One
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Grandma asked me, “Don’t you, too? And don’t you think it’s time you introduce us?”
“Sorry, Grandma. Nicole, this is my grandma and grandpa. And this is Nicole. We’re friends.” How stupid could I be? We’re friends? No, Nicole and I are standing here holding hands, enjoying the minutes we have together, because we don’t know each other, right?
Nicole was so sweet and polite as she shook both of their hands, saying, “Hi! I’m glad to meet you.” I could tell she was as uncomfortable as I was. My grandma and grandpa had to like her. How could they not?
Finally, Grandpa said, “You two better get going; it’s getting dark.” I just nodded.
Nicole softly said, “It was nice meeting you.” Then we walked away, still holding hands.
I overheard my grandpa say, “So that’s the girl that stole his heart?” Nicole heard him say it too. Seriously, she heard him say it!
She looked at me and asked me, “I stole your heart, Ryan?” I tried pretending I didn’t hear her, so she asked me again.
My heart was pounding while I searched for words to answer her. Before I said a word, Nicole told me, “I think you stole mine, the first time I saw you.”
“Nicole, you scare me,” ended up being the words that came out. She looked hurt, and ready to cry again. “No, I didn’t mean it like that! What I meant was, you scare me on my insides. You scare me with the feelings I have since I met you. I’ve never felt this way before. Okay, it looks like to me, and to everyone else, you have. Like my grandpa says, ‘You’ve stolen my heart.’ I want to be with you, get to know you more. You’re just about all I think of.”
I couldn’t look at her after I’d said it. She made me anyway. She took my chin in her left hand and turned it so I had to. Facing her, forcing myself to look in her green eyes, I heard her tell me, “Thank you, Ryan. You scare me too. I’ve never even held a guy’s hand before, much less felt I could tell anyone how I feel, like I’ve done with you.”
My grandpa was right. She’d stolen my heart. And I loved every minute of it!
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About the Book
In his first book of a two book series, Ryan by chance meets Nicole. Both are soon to be age sixteen. Nicole is vacationing with her parents, Ryan is vacationing with his grandparents who are renting a condo in the same building. Their encounters take place under the gorgeous Maui sky.
Upon first meeting each other they instantly sensed not only a physical attraction to each other, but an inner connection between them. A serious friendship developed as they explored each others personalities. Both find that every time they meet they craved to know more about each other.
Ryan is a very serious, yet sincere young man. Nicole found herself shocked to discover they were equally the same in many ways. Sharing two terrifying experiences together, the young teenagers became best friends within the few remaining days they had left together. Without the approval of Nicole’s father.
Young love comes easily to many of their age. Most young loves are simply infatuation. Very few couples young or old have inside them what Ryan and Nicole feel in their hearts at the time. As their need to be together deepened, would it be affected when Ryan must leave hear to return to Colorado? When Nicole returned to her home in Kansas, would she only remember Ryan as a fleeting infatuation? The answer will never be known without finishing ‘The Keeper of My Heart’.
About the Author
Roger Weed resides in Colorado with his wife Debbie of thirty-four years. They have together raised their three children, and presently receive much pleasure from the company of their seven grandchildren also.
He began creating his first book before sunset one evening, sitting on a lanai in Maui, Hawaii. He and his wife Debbie relaxed that evening, enjoying a well-deserved vacation away from the pressures of life.
Approaching age fifty rapidly, he was once again reminded by his wife that he should use his special imagination to write a book. Never before had he attempted to put on paper what had been evident to her for years. Throughout years of playing with his grandchildren, they would sit on the couch, traveling on many imaginary trips.
On that special night his wife finally convinced him to at least try. Life had always seemed too busy before this night to ever begin. The demands of owning and operating a business had interfered enough already in the amount of time they could spend with each other, their children, and grandchildren.
Standing from his chair, he left to find a pen and a piece of paper. Returning within a minute, sitting close to his wife, he delayed dinner as he began writing.
They had earlier watched the sun recede below the horizon, and marveled at the colors of the sky and the ocean. As darkness approached, Roger began his first effort. It was eight-thirty before he gave up, frustrated, yet happy. The desire to complete what he began writing that night lasted more than three years.