Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks Read Free Book Online

the last three years, she hadn’t been asked out at all, and lately she’d come to believe that she never would. Good old
     Jack could have his fun, good old Jack could read the morning paper with someone new, but for her, it just wasn’t in the cards.
    And then, of course, there were the financial worries.
    Jack had given her the house and paid the court-ordered support on time, but it was just enough to make ends meet. Despite
     the fact that Jack earned a good living while they were married, they hadn’t saved as they should have. Like so many couples,
     they’d spent years caught up in the endless cycle of spending most of what they’d earned. They had new cars and took nice
     vacations; when big-screen televisions first hit the market, they were the first family in the neighborhood to have one in
     their home. She’d always believed that Jack was taking care of the future since he was the one who handled the bills. It turned
     out that he wasn’t, and she’d had to take a part-time job at the local library. Though she wasn’t so worried about her or
     the children, she was scared for her father.
    A year after the divorce, her father had had a stroke, then three more in rapid succession. Now he needed around-the-clock
     care. The nursing home she’d found for him was excellent, but as an only child, she bore the responsibility of paying for
     it. She had enough left over from the settlement to cover another year, but after that, she didn’t know what she would do.
     She was already spending everything she earned at the part-time job she’d taken at the library. When Jean had first asked
     if Adrienne would mind watching the Inn while she was out of town, she had suspected that Adrienne was struggling financially
     and had left far more money than was necessary for the groceries. The note she’d left had told Adrienne to keep the remainder
     as payment for her help. Adrienne appreciated that, but charity from friends hurt her pride.
    Money, though, was only part of her worries about her father. She sometimes felt he was the only person who was always on
     her side, and she needed her father, especially now. Spending time with him was an escape of sorts for her, and she dreaded
     the thought that their hours together might end because of something she did or didn’t do.
    What would become of him? What would become of her?
    Adrienne shook her head, forcing those questions away. She didn’t want to think about any of this, especially now. Jean had
     said it would be slow—only one reservation was in the books—and she’d hoped that coming here would clear her mind. She wanted
     to walk the beach or read a couple of novels that had been sitting on her bedstand for months; she wanted to put her feet
     up and watch the porpoises playing in the waves. She had hoped to find relief, but as she stood on the porch at the sea-worn
     Inn at Rodanthe awaiting the oncoming storm, she felt the world bearing down hard. She was middle-aged and alone, overworked
     and soft around the middle. Her kids were struggling, her father was sick, and she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to keep going.
    That was when she started to cry, and minutes later, when she heard footsteps on the porch, she turned her head and saw Paul
     Flanner for the first time.

    Paul had seen people cry before, thousands of times, he would guess, but it had usually been within the sterile confines of
     a hospital waiting room, when he was fresh from an operation and still wearing scrubs. For him, the scrubs had served as a
     type of shield against the personal and emotional nature of his work. Never once had he cried with those he’d spoken with,
     nor could he remember any of the faces of those who had once looked to him for answers. It wasn’t something that he was proud
     to admit, but it was the person he had once been.
    But at this moment, as he looked into the red-rimmed eyes of the woman on the porch, he felt like an intruder on unfamiliar