Accidentally, On Purpose

A Romantic Comedy, Episode 8, Part 1

I can see clearly now…

Cara handed the boxes of cinnamon rolls to Mrs. Hamilton. Inside, her brain was running a mile a minute trying to come up with a plausible excuse to quit without leaving the poor woman in the lurch. Beau came around the corner and arrived at her side.

“Do I smell Miss Charity’s famous cinnamon rolls?”

His mother answered. “You do, and no, you can’t have any. These are for my book club ladies. Now, I’ll just go set up and leave you in Cara’s capable hands.” Edna grinned slyly, removing herself as fast as she could to leave the two alone. Before she exited the living room, she snuck a look back over her shoulder catching her son slipping his arm around the young woman. Her heart soared, and visions of grandchildren danced in her head. She hummed to herself as she half-danced down the hallway. The Millhouse sisters had been correct. Cara was exactly what Beau needed.

Alone at last, Beau leaned down and dropped a warm kiss on Cara’s cheek. She stiffened and twisted out of his hold.

“Did you eat breakfast yet?” She turned, putting space between them.

Beau’s face showed his confusion. “Yeah. Mom made some eggs and toast.”

“Oh. Okay.” Cara fidgeted.

He noticed, but said nothing. Instead, he decided it was time to begin breaking the news about his returned sight. He reached out, taking her hand. “Hey, come and have a seat with me. There’s something I need to tell you.”