Maybe Tomorrow

No such thing as love…
Eddy and Henrik don’t believe in love. At least, that’s what they keep telling themselves. They’ve been burned in the past, and neither wants to be that vulnerable again.
A summer fling…
That’s all it was ever supposed to be. So why can’t they stop thinking about one another? And for Eddy–who’s moving back to America in a few weeks–the worst thing that could happen would be to fall in love with the one man who could make her question her decision.
Out of his comfort zone…
Henrik never counted on trusting love again. He’s put all his energy into his career. So why does the thought of Eddy leaving Europe for good make him want to do everything in his power to make her want to stay…?
Maybe Tomorrow is a standalone novel in the Maybe… series.

They're here! Laney called out from the front garden.

Mads and I were having a beer on the patio facing the sea while baby Liv napped,swaddled in a cozy fleece blanket in the sleeping cot we'd brought outside with us.

Laney had switched over from her American-accented Danish to English.

Mads grinned as her voice travelled to us. Fuck, he was so in love, it practically oozed out of him.

I nudged his shoulder. You're whipped, I teased him.

No, just happy. I have everything I ever wanted. He leaned down to check on Liv,but she was still sleeping. I'm getting married in a couple of weeks to a woman who makes me so damn happy. I have a beautiful baby girl...I don't need anything else.

You're lucky.

You'll have it too, Mads assured me as he lifted Liv out of the cot and nestled her in the crook of his arm. Though Laney often chastised him for constantly picking up Liv, he didn't like to be too far from his daughter.

“No, I doubt it. Love is a drug. And I don't need it.

“Sure, sure. We all said that once or twice. He looked ready to say more, but then Anton and Ingrid came around from the side of the house, calling out greetings and their arms full of shopping bags. I vaulted out of my chair and went over to help them.

That';s when I saw her.

She was behind Laney, a leather weekender bag slung over her shoulder as she dragged a humongous suitcase up the gravel path from the front of the house. The red cardigan she wore over her maxi dress set off the warmth of her skin. I never believed in love at first sight. I always thought it was ridiculous bullshit that could be written off as lust.

Maybe that was the case now, but as soon as she smiled at me and said & hi & in that slightly raspy voice, the only thought in my mind was that one day, she would be mine. I managed to walk forward and offer to help her with her heavy suitcase.

A gentleman! She grinned at me and my skin flushed hot. I was probably blushing already. I like that.

We Danes are generally much more polite than the Swedes, I joked as I took hold of her bags.

“Henrik, you remember Eddy, don't you?” Laney was already draping her arms around Mads and peppering him and Liv with kisses.

I nodded and swallowed hard. “Yeah, I do. Welcome. Glad you could spend Sankt Hans aften with us.

Thanks so much for letting me come...”

Eddy touched my arm and flashed a wide smile at me. Mirrored aviator-style sunglasses hid her eyes from me, but that didn’t stop me from staring. When we’d met in December, I remembered being taken aback by how beautiful she was. Her dark hair, slicked back in a sleek ponytail, her nut-brown skin so radiant even under the horrible fluorescent hospital lighting, her kissable lips curved into a smile even when her eyes betrayed the worry she held inside. In the midst of all the chaos at the hospital, she’d breezed in like a beautiful butterfly—even in her running tights and down parka, Eddy had shoved aside the drab winter darkness. I’d nearly dropped that paper cup full of tepid hospital coffee I'd been nursing. She’d dazzled me with a sudden smile and an “oh hi!” and, yes…she'd had me at hello. But before we could even say much to one another, Mads had stalked back into the visitors areas where we were waiting for news about Laney and Liv. I sat there, watching her and murmuring “wow”.

Had I said it aloud now? She let out a laugh and said, “Wow! This view is stunning!”

Wow indeed…

About Kim Golden

I grew up in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and spent most of my childhood summers in Smithfield, Virginia. I’m not sure where my love of words comes from, but I’ve loved books since I was a child and I’ve loved writing stories for as long as I can remember.
My parents wanted me to do something practical–be an engineer, a doctor, a lawyer, an accountant. But I always dreamed of doing something completely different. I knew I wanted to be a writer, even if it took a bit of time for me to get to that point.
It led me to spend more time writing stories than studying physics and chemistry in high school. It’s what led me study literature and then work on an MFA in Creative Writing at Virginia Commonwealth University. And when I finished my master’s degree, love led me away from the US and brought me to Sweden.
So what do I write? I write about relationships, about love. I often write about interracial relationships. I like reading stories about people who are different, who see past the differences and fall in love. And those are the stories I also enjoy writing. I write stories for people who know that love comes in many colors.