 Heather Nemeth first discovered her love for writing when she read a single book by Holly Black at the age of sixteen. At 25 years old and from Ocala, Florida, she now resides in Mayport, FL as part of the world’s finest Navy. With encouragement from her husband and best friend, Beka, she began going to school in her pursuit for a BA in Creative Writing for Entertainment at Full Sail University. In her free time, she loves to discuss writing and new world industries with her husband, Tyler. Resolution It was another quiet morning on the road, or so it was for everyone else. The snow was coming down softly as I trudged through the snow. The cold had started to bite through my jeans but I didn’t care. It was a horrible morning and quite possibly the worst way to start the new year. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I thought of my treacherous husband. The chilling wind kissed my face and I breathed deeply. I wanted to feel numb. I happened across a bridge going across a small frozen river. I stopped and wondered about the dangerous waters beneath the twinkling ice. “Hey!” A deep male voice sounded behind me and pulled me from my suicidal thoughts. His eyes sparkled blue and he had such a strong stubble-covered jaw. I felt my knees quiver. “Do you need a ride?” I shook my head no but I did want to get out of the shivering cold. I could feel the comforting heat of his blue Nissan Titan caress my face and he raised his brow. “Are you sure?” He smiled and it was truly dazzling. I threw my indecision out the window. “Yes, please.” I said as I opened the heavy door. “Thank you so much for the ride.” “It’s my pleasure. Do you have a heading?” He rolled up the window as the heat engulfed me. I didn’t want to go back to that womanizer and just short of the closest bar, I didn’t have a place to go. I felt more tears come down my face. “Hey now, it’s going to be okay.” he cooed as he put a hand on my shoulder. “Are you alright?” “I have nowhere to go. I caught my husband cheating on me.” I said as I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my green jacket. “Oh?” I looked at him expecting him to tell me to get out and find my own way home but he just smiled softly and moved to hold my hand. I felt small and womanly in that hand, blood rushed to my cheeks. “Would you mind if I took you to get coffee?” I giggled and shook my head. He revved the engine and pulled out carefully onto the road. We sat in silence for almost an hour with a few sneak peaks at his face before we pulled up to a Caribou. I smiled. “Have you ever been here before?” He asked as he swept his golden hair to the left. “It’s actually my favorite coffee shop.” I replied as I moved to open the door. He caught my arm. “Please, allow me.” I felt my smile grow wider as I watched him step out of the truck and hurry to my side to open the door for me. How sweet of him. “Thank you.” I said as I slid out of the seat. I think of myself as an average height for a woman but this man stood almost a foot taller. I looked into his eyes and he didn’t bother to take his hands from the truck, trapping me. “My name is Jay Culhane.” He said as he stepped closer. “Anna Rivera.” I replied. “It’s very nice to meet you.” He held out his hand and I took it. He closed the truck and lead me to the heavenly, warm smell of coffee and comfort. He ordered a black coffee with two sugars but when I ordered he laughed. “Hot chocolate?” “Yes, it has magic that turns everything negative into something amazing.” I elbowed him for making fun. “Well I hope I could do that for you too.” I felt a blush run hot and heavy across my cheeks so I turned away and walked to a table while he waited for the drinks. My, he was fascinating. His jacket hid his upper body but those wrangler blue-jeans hugged his legs and draped over the brown leather cowboy boots. He looked delectable. I shook my head. You are a married woman! My inner voice scolded me but I smiled. I may be married but it’s also a new year. It’s never too late for a change, a resolution.
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