Through the Glass

Through the Glass

by

Lisa J. Hobman

This is a fictional work. The names, characters, incidents, places, and locations are solely the concepts and products of the author’s imagination or are used to create a fictitious story and should not be construed as real.

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Through the Glass

Lisa J. Hobman

Copyright Lisa J. Hobman 2013 Smashwords Edition

Published by 5 Prince Publishing

Front Cover Viola Estrella

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"Another heart tugging romance from Lisa J Hobman. Through the Glass was captivating and the characters, even in their ugliest of times, were warm and likable. Lisa's uncanny ability to pinpoint emotions and make the reader feel them are astounding. Her vivid descriptions of Scottish scenery jump off the page. It won't be long before Lisa J Hobman is a bestseller with these genuinely wonderful characters she brings to life."

#1 Amazon Bestselling Contemporary Romance Author

Bernadette Marie

Dedication

For Mum, Dad, Rich & Grace

The stars in my sky

I love you more than words

Acknowledgements

Gosh, I honestly have so many people to thank right now that I’m sure to miss some…so please forgive me if I do…Here goes…

Thank you first of all to my husband and daughter for their continued support and encouragement.  You are my world and I love you both to the moon and back.  The fact that you allow me the time to stare at my laptop for hours on end with minimal complaint tells me that this means as much to you both as it does to me and that feels wonderful.

To Mum and Dad.  Regardless of what has been going on around you, you have always been there for me when I’ve had my mini meltdowns.  There aren’t enough words to express how much you both mean to me.  But know that I love you both a million bags of sugar.  Yet again you have been encouraging and have helped me to believe in myself that little bit more.

To Claire.  I am pretty sure I have driven you mad with talk of rankings and reviews but you have listened and enthused nonetheless and for this I am eternally grateful.  Love you sis.

To my fab beta readers Ali, Claire, Liz and Claire – thank for once again giving me honest feedback and for being willing to let me thrust huge piles of paper in your face when you already have such busy lives.  Your eagerness to read my manuscripts just bowls me over and I love you all for that.

To Ali.  Thank you for continuing to shout at me and talk sense when I have my wobbles.  You’re my Scottish voice of wisdom and not only do I adore your accent I think
you
are pretty fab too ;-)

To Craig.  I’ve known you since I was tiny and you travelled all the way up from
Yorkshire
to
Scotland
to take my photo.  What a wonderful friend and talented photographer you are.  Thank you from the bottom of the dog bowl ;-)

To all the ‘Happy Hobman Dancers’ the wonderful supporters on my Facebook page.   You guys are the best encouragement an author could wish for.  Many of you have been with me from the start and I think the world of you all!  You guys are what make this whole thing so bloomin’ exciting!

A huge shout out to I Heart Books, First Class Books, Totally Booked Blog, Globug & Hootie Need a Book, Island Lovelies Book Club, Booked on Romance and A Book Whores Obsession pages on Facebook.  Along with many others.  Your support has been immense!  Thank you sooo much!

To Borderline Tattoo Collective.  I took a crazy step to commemorate my first book and you helped me to do it.  You are amazing artists and made my time with you so special.  Thank you!

To all the bloggers who have allowed me to take over their precious space from time to time – thank you, thank you, thank you!

To the amazing authors I have met during this journey – Bernadette Marie, Kate Roth, Lila Munro, Carmen DeSousa, Christine Steendam, Denise Moncrief, Y H Forward, Jon Rance, Allan Bott, Jan Romes to name only a few and there are so many more – your advice and chats mean so much – thank you.

5 Prince Publishing – you took a chance on an unknown author and I continue to be a proud member of your team.  Thanks to Linda for your support and advice – I’m looking forward to working with you in the future!

Last but certainly not least a special thank you to my editor and friend, best-selling author Bernadette Marie.  It’s been a rollercoaster and I know I’ve driven you crazy but you’ve stuck with me through my continuing neuroses and I’m so grateful that you put up with me.  You are teaching me so much and I’m enjoying every bit of it.

Dear Reader

First of all I want to say a huge thank you to you!  Seeing as you are reading this it means you have already purchased Through the Glass or that you are considering doing so.  I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that…okay I think maybe I just did. 

Ahem…anyway, moving on… If you follow me on Facebook you will know that I’m a little bit bonkers and that I’m totally obsessed with writing.  Through the Glass is my second novel and I have other projects in the pipeline so keep a look out! 

I discovered this passion for writing almost by accident and I have to admit that I’m now completely consumed by it.  I love creating characters that, I hope, are believable and that you, the reader, can relate to.  My story lines are about ordinary people dealing with relationship issues that any one of us could have experienced.   

I don’t profess to try and change the world but I live in hope that my stories have a positive effect on people and leave them feeling a little warm and fuzzy at the end.  You maybe won’t get the ending you were anticipating every time but I aim to leave you happy and wanting to read more.  I hope that this happens.  If it does then this has all been worthwhile.

As you take this journey with Felicity and Jim I hope you are drawn into their lives as they try to discover which path to take and whether to take it together or separately.  And once again I would like to say thank you for embarking upon this journey with them…and with me.

Best wishes

Lisa J Hobman

Through the Glass

Chapter 1

February 2009 - The Break-up

“So, that’s it then, Flick?” Jim raised his arms in exasperation. “You’re leaving? You’ve completely given up?” He was past trying to convince Flick that they could make a go of it, work things out, get through this and come out the other side stronger. The past few months had been one argument after another and Flick had spent less and less time at home.

“It’s for the best, James. And please don’t call me
Flick
.” She sighed. “It’s not my name. Not anymore. I
grew up
. It’s good in the adult world you should visit sometime, you might like it.” She snorted derisively.

Jim shook his head, sadness oozing from every pore. “Aye, well you’ll always be
Flick
to me. And I’ll always be Jim. What’s with all this
Felicity and James
bollocks anyway?” His accent always became stronger when he was angry. This was one of those occasions when the true Scotsman came out fighting. His chest heaved as he tried to calm the storm raging beneath his skin.

He almost didn’t recognise the woman standing before him in their bedroom, her fitted designer clothes complete with pearls and a shoulder length smooth sleek hairstyle. Such a contrast to the girl he fell in love with. Back then it was all flowing blonde waves and long, floating skirts. She was softer then, in every way.

“Well, as I said James,
Felicity
is my name… Flick was left behind at university. She was doe-eyed, foolish, and rash… Look, there’s no point us going over old ground.” She pulled the handle up on her wheeled suitcase. “I’ll be staying with Polly and Matt for a while whilst I figure out my next move.”

Matt had once been Jim’s closest friend but that friendship had somehow fizzled as his relationship with Polly had intensified. That saddened Jim.

Felicity went on. “Nilsson-Perkins have offered to help find me a new place near the city centre so I can be closer to the main gallery.” She wandered over to him and placed her hand on his arm. “It’s for the best, James. I think you know that deep down.”

He looked, pleadingly, into her eyes, his chest still rising and falling at a rapid rate. “For whom? For me? I don’t think so.” His voice cracked as he shook his head. He stared intently and for several moments she seemed caught in his eyes. He thought he saw her shield begin to melt but she shook her head and looked away.

Turning back to him she shrugged her shoulders. “It was inevitable when you think about it. We’re from two different worlds… We want
completely
different things, James.” Her voice softened as she squeezed his arm. Her blue eyes, that were once full of love were ice cold.

She wheeled her case toward the bedroom door and turned back to face him one last time. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears now and Jim was relieved to see
some
, albeit small, expression of human emotion from the woman he had witnessed slowly becoming some kind of hard, Siberian robot.

“For what’s it’s worth…James…I
do
love you. You were my first love and so I probably always will. I just feel like…” She paused. Clenching her eyes closed as if to find the strength to carry on speaking, a tear escaped. “Like maybe we’re not
good
for each other. We’ve grown apart. I’m ambitious and you…you want
babies
and the white picket fence thing… I’m just not ready… I’m not sure I ever will be. In a way I’m doing you a favour.” A sob escaped her throat as she spoke. “This way at least you get to meet someone new and have children and do all the family things that I’m just not capable of.” She sounded to Jim as though she was trying to convince herself.

Jim’s lower lip began to tremble. “I don’t want anyone else…it’s you. It’s always been you.” He clenched his jaw. “What I don’t get,
Felicity
, is that
you
wanted those things too. We were both on the same page. I don’t understand how we changed.”

“
We
didn’t change.
I
did. Like I said, I
grew up
.” She shook her head. “I know that
you
haven’t changed.” She snorted. “Sorry, Jim but it’s true. In all these years you’ve kept the same hairstyle, the same clothing, and the same laid back attitude. You
still
work in the same second hand bookstore, you
still
drive that ancient Land Rover, and you
still
take that bloody dog everywhere you go! You’re not a student anymore, James. Maybe I want more, huh? Maybe I want someone who makes an effort!” Her voice gained an octave as her emotions began to get the better of her.