Excerpt from Chapter Eleven

The Promise of Sunsets by Elizabeth Dolan-Cancian

Excerpt from Chapter Eleven:

The thought had crossed his mind to turn on his lights and siren to
expedite his journey to his sister’s home in Rancho Palos Verdes, but
not being one to abuse his power, Kris ebbed along with the other motorists
mired in the rush-hour traffic on the 405. After an hour of what in a perfect
Los Angeles should have been a forty-five-minute drive from Santa Monica,
he pulled onto the long, steep driveway that ended at the top of a hill where
his sister’s house stood. The beautiful Mediterranean-style home built in the
1920s offered breathtaking views of the ocean and canyon. The manicured
grounds alone were a luxury, with a pool and a spa. In the home’s entryway,
a crystal chandelier hung almost two stories over the Italian marble tile floor.
There were vaulted ceilings, hardwood floors adorned with antique Persian
rugs, two fireplaces—one in the living room and one in the master bedroom—
a large California kitchen with eating area, a formal dining room, six
bedrooms, five baths, a guest house, and a five-car garage.

Excerpt from Chapter Ten

The Promise of Sunsets by Elizabeth Dolan-Cancian

Excerpt from Chapter Ten:

As Abby headed back to the hotel, she tried to calm herself. She
wished she had never walked into Chi Chi’s. Hell, she was beginning
to wish she had never come to LA.

Before she exited the car, she checked her makeup, erased any evidence
of tears, and headed up to the room. Refreshed from her nap, Kiersten
was on the balcony, and Abby stepped outside to join her. She
wanted to avoid any conversation about Kris Larsen, but Kiersten
pressed, “So have you heard from your detective?”

“He’s not my detective. Forget about Kristoffer Larsen, okay. That is a
nonstarter.”

“Why? He hasn’t called yet. He will. I know I saw something between
you.”

Excerpt from Chapter Nine

The Promise of Sunsets by Elizabeth Dolan-Cancian

Excerpt from Chapter Nine:

As Detective Kristoffer Larsen headed down the hallway, he heard
laughter emanating from the squad room, which abruptly ended
as soon as he walked through door.

“What’s going on here?” Larsen asked.

“Nothing,” Sanchez smirked, hardly suppressing his chuckling.

“Come on, Sanchez, give Clooney his present,” Detective Morris
announced.

“Sure, here you go—Clooney,” Sanchez laughed and handed him the
exquisitely wrapped box. “Tell us, how old is your girlfriend? Twelve?”
The detectives in the room burst into laughter. “So where did you two
meet, the playground?” Morris teased.

Excerpt from Chapter Eight

The Promise of Sunsets by Elizabeth Dolan-Cancian

Excerpt from Chapter Eight:

Abby was pleased as she packed for Los Angeles. She had gone from
a size 16 to a 10. Hitting a single-digit size would have been wonderful,
but she was certainly happy with her accomplishment. Reaching
her “perfect” weight, she believed, was as impractical as turning twentyfive
again.

When Abby and Kiersten arrived in LA, the sun was shining and the
sky was a cloudless blue. As soon as they got into their room, Abby made
her obligatory call to Joe and gave him the hotel’s address and telephone
number. He reiterated to her to have fun and to be safe. While Kiersten
napped, Abby walked over two miles into Venice, zigzagging her way
until she hit Ocean Avenue and found the canals. She picked out her
future home and promised herself that when she hit the lottery, she’d
move there. She felt invigorated, intoxicated, and giddy. The people were
friendly, and the energetic streets were filled with dog walkers and people
riding bikes. Abby was thrilled to be in the City of Angels with its
gleaming downtown, distant mountains, and miles of beaches, canyons,
and picturesque winding roads.

Excerpt from Chapter Seven

The Promise of Sunsets by Elizabeth Dolan-Cancian

Excerpt from Chapter Seven:

As the couple drove through the busy streets of Manhattan, Joe
assumed his tour bus-driver persona. He was an animated
speaker, and Abby worried that he wasn’t paying attention. She snapped
and said sharply, “I don’t care about the damned city. Keep your eyes on
the road!” She wanted to take back the words the moment they’d spilled
from her lips.

“I’ve put thousands of miles on the road. I can drive, damn it!” he
growled.

“It’s just that every time we come into the city, you tell me the same
things.”

“I’ve told you about the church before?”

“Yes, Joe.”

He reached over to take her hand, and she unconsciously pulled it
away. “Fine. Don’t hold my hand,” he said.

Excerpt from Chapter Six

The Promise of Sunsets by Elizabeth Dolan-Cancian

Excerpt from Chapter Six:

By the time she got home, the sky was sunless and the maple tree
with its empty branches stood stoically against the black sky. She
missed those moments with the fading evening light. She loved sunsets,
with their explosion of vibrant color applauding a day’s completion.
With the fleeting daylight hours of wintertime, however, she often
missed the applause when she returned home.

After she completed grading her ninth graders’ essays, which now
looked liked they’d been bludgeoned by a red pen, Abby decided to call
her childhood friend Isabella. Abby and Isabella had been friends since
they were eight years old. It was unclear what held together the friendship
that had been challenged by distance and diametrically opposite
tastes in just about everything ranging from men to relationships, politics,
clothes, music, food, recreational activities, and whatever else one
can have an opinion about, but despite their differences, they were kindred
spirits—a duo like Laverne and Shirley, Cagney and Lacey, or Rizzoli
and Isles. They were there for each other, always, unequivocally,
without question, and without judgment, regardless of how differently
they viewed the world. One thing they had in common was their inability
to shake the growing discontentment with their lives. Both felt powerless
to do anything meaningful to change their situations.