An Optimist's Guide to Heartbreak (Heartsong Duet Book 1)

An Optimist’s Guide to Heartbreak Heartsong Duet Book One Jennifer Hartmann Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Connect More From Jennifer About the Author An Optimist’s Guide to Heartbreak Copyright © 2023 by Jennifer Hartmann All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Cover Designer: Hartmann Media Group, LLC First printing edition 2023. For Elizabeth and her brave heart Beautiful things never last, and that’s why fireflies flash. Ron Pope Prologue With a last name like Hope, one would assume I’d be the equivalent of a walking, talking sunbeam. All buoyant optimism and jaunty cheer. A light in the dark, harnessing a perpetual smile to go with such a name. Well, one would be right. I’m all of those things, even on my bad days…even on my worse days. Especially on my worse days. So, when the little red real estate icon pops up on my notification bar alerting me of a new house hitting the market, that house calls to me in a way I can’t explain. I need it, I want it, I have to have it. I choke on my muffin as the familiar honeyed bricks stare back at me, and my skin flushes hot, beet red to match warning flags waving behind my eyes. My belly churns with nerves, my palms sweat, and my mind spins like a rickety old Ferris wheel circling around and around in the sky. But…a different feeling wins out. Something else, something mightier. It punctures through the uncertainty, through the awful memories, ringing loud over the little voice inside my head screaming that this is bound to go badly. That Ferris wheel will crumble and fall, turning to rubble at my feet. I don’t care. I can’t seem to care because all I see is a past destined to be rewritten. A new beginning. A fighting chance to turn tragedy into magic, catastrophe into hope. Ultimately, I think that’s why I do it. I think it’s because of hope. Five minutes later, I’m on the phone with my agent. One day later, an offer is made. A lifetime later, I beg, I plead, I pray for this not to be the greatest mistake of my life. Mistake or not, I’m doing it. I’m finding my way back to them. Hope wins. Chapter 1 “Lucy! Your dog puked up a dildo!” I lurch into a sitting position. Alyssa’s voice is followed by a clamor of dog nails in desperate need of trimming stampeding across the hardwood floors as the front door claps shut. I blink, her words registering. “What?” Scrambling to my feet, I pace down the hallway, finding my best friend flustered in my living room. “A dildo?” Key Lime Pie and Lemon Meringue, my two Welsh corgis, are busy exploring the new turf while Alyssa visibly shudders and plops down onto the couch. “It wasn’t mine.” “Well, it wasn’t mine.” “I don’t know, Lucy, but it sounded like Kiki was having an exorcism in the backseat. Instead of a demon being expelled, it was a dildo.” Alyssa reaches into her oversized purse and pulls out a plastic bag that houses the evidence. Craning her neck and looking away, she holds the bag open while making elaborate gagging noises. I’m literally horrified as I peer inside. Then my eyebrows dip when I recognize what it really is. “Lys, that’s a Banana Bunker.” “Excuse me?” She whips her head toward me, expression pinched with bewilderment. “That sounds obscene. Tell me more.” I laugh. “I use these to keep my bananas from bruising. It’s not a sex toy.” “Disappointing.” Key Lime Pie, Kiki for short, hobbles over to me on her stubby legs and collapses at my feet. She’s a little overweight thanks to all of Mom’s not-subtle, under-the-table snack handouts over the years, where Lemon is more high maintenance when it comes to treat selections. Alyssa transported the dogs over to the new house for me, while I drove the moving truck and carried in the furniture with my Uncle Dan. Alyssa has been essential in helping me transition into my new life. “So, this is the new place, huh?” Alyssa fluffs her light blond bob and gives the modest space an approving sweep. “It’s perfect for you. I hate that you’re forty minutes away from me now, but you’ll still be playing at the wine bar on Fridays, right?” I take a seat beside her on the cream-colored sofa and bob my head. “Yep. As long as I can find a job that will work with my schedule.” Part one was moving. Part two is securing a job that will cover my bills and living expenses. The house was paid for in cash, thanks to the inheritance money I received from Grandma Mabel, and my car was a gift from my parents four years ago, but I still have taxes, gas, utilities, food, and all the other costs that go along with freedom and independence. While I still have some money left over from the inheritance, I want to find a job that will leave me with a little extra savings each month that I can put away for college one day. One step at a time. “Well, I think it’s great.” Alyssa perks