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Almost Heaven
Jillian Hart
Nursing a broken heart and wounded spirit, Kendra McKaslin vowed to make a fresh start–alone. But then everything changed when handsome sheriff Cameron Durango showed up at her run-down riding stable to give her some much-needed business.Seeing this honorable lawman again brought all those locked-away memories flooding back. For he alone knew the secret of her past relationship–and she'd always cherish his exquisite kindness during that night when things had gone terribly wrong. Now, as Cameron gathered her in his strong, sheltering arms to offer her love and comfort, the irresistibly charmed small-town girl wondered if having him here was a sign from heaven. Could all of her dreams finally be coming true?
Grief weighed down his soul.
Cameron’s late wife had been gone four years, and the pain of heading home to an empty house still ate at him.
Is that going to change anytime soon, Lord?
The elevator inched to a halt, and the doors whispered open. The outside world beyond the long wall of lobby windows was dark, and he hated the thought of going out in it.
Then he saw Kendra through a glass partition in the far wall. The overhead light haloed her golden hair and caressed her creamy complexion. She looked so lovely.
Cameron supposed it was loneliness that made him look. He missed a woman’s soft and gentle presence in his life. He’d glimpsed plenty of women over the years, but not one of them made him feel as if the world had simply melted away until there was only her.
Kendra didn’t know he was watching as she leaned against the counter, turning to talk to her sister. She sparkled, laughing, tilting back her head to study the array of cheerful balloons floating just out of reach.
Looking heavenward, he couldn’t help thinking the good Lord had just given him his answer….
JILLIAN HART
makes her home in Washington State, where she has lived most of her life. When Jillian is not hard at work on her next story, she loves to read, go to lunch with her friends and spend quiet evenings with her family.
Almost Heaven
Jillian Hart
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
—Corinthians 13:7
Dear Reader,
Thank you for choosing Almost Heaven. It has been my pleasure to return to the McKaslin family and tell another sister’s story. Kendra aches for a family of her own but believes an earlier tragedy will keep her from trusting a man again. Thankfully, Cameron enters her life, a man as stalwart as the Montana mountains. He teaches her an important lesson: that true love is strong enough to heal any wound and bring us into the light.
Wishing you peace and a life filled with love,
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
It had been a long, hot day. Exhaustion dulled the edges of Kendra’s vision, but the familiar sight of her hometown fortified her, as it always did. The green of a well-kept park. The neat line of railroad tracks on one side of the main street and the tidy row of old-fashioned buildings on the other. The cheerful awnings of businesses. The friendly neon sign of her family’s coffee shop still burned a bright blue and green in the front window.
She glanced at the clock on the dashboard—thirty-four minutes past four. Maybe she’d stop and beg for food and drink so she wouldn’t have to find something in her practically empty cupboards at home. There was probably a box of her beloved macaroni and cheese, but she lacked the energy and the will to make it.
The brief blast of a siren startled her and she glanced in her side-view mirror. Sure enough, there was a patrol car behind her. Was she speeding? No, the speedometer’s needle was a hair past twenty. If anything she was going too slow.
Maybe the sheriff needed to go around her. Well, she was towing a full four-horse trailer. There was no oncoming traffic. Couldn’t he just pass her?
No, he stayed stubbornly behind her, not looking as if he intended to pass. That must mean he wanted her.
What did she do? Too many cars were parked along the street, so she signaled and crossed the yellow lines to the other side of the road. She hoped that wasn’t illegal or anything, but it wasn’t as if she had a choice.
The patrol car followed her over, lights flashing. Brace yourself, Kendra, here he comes.
The town sheriff stalked toward her. Gun on one hip, his powerful arms held to his sides, he walked with an athlete’s strength and confidence.
Cameron Durango. One of the last men she wanted to be alone with in the universe. Had he always looked this good in his uniform? Why hadn’t she noticed that before?
She was staring at him! And he was likely to notice that. What was wrong with her? She’d given up putting her faith in men a long time ago. It was a done deal, signed, sealed and delivered. A life decision she’d made, and that was that.
The last thing she should be noticing was how striking Cameron looked in his uniform. Get a grip, Kendra. He’s the sheriff. Nothing more. Nothing less. He arrests people. He pulls over perfectly innocent drivers for no reason at all.
His boots crunched in the gravel beside her pickup.
Don’t look at him. “I wasn’t speeding.”
“Hey, Kendra.” He whipped off his hat and the breeze ruffled the dark ends of his military short hair. “How are you doing this fine summer’s day?”
“Hot.”
“Yeah? A fine rig like this ought to have air-conditioning standard, right?”
“Sure, but I’m pulling a full load. I don’t want to overheat the engine.”
“I understand. I’d baby a new truck if I had one. You got this, what, a month ago?”
She stared straight ahead, not wanting to answer. Okay, she wasn’t rude by nature and she felt lame acting that way. But Cameron Durango knew something about her that nobody else did, not even her sisters.
It didn’t matter how fine he looked or how friendly he seemed, he reminded her of things best left forgotten.
Couldn’t he just go?
“Yeah,” she finally said. “That’s why I haven’t been driving around the truck I used to have, the one that kept breaking down on me.”
“Right.” Maybe he got the hint, because he paused, as if debating what to do next. Did he leave? No. He rested his forearms on the door of her truck. “Bet you’re wondering what you did wrong to get me on your tail?”
“No. I wasn’t speeding.” Maybe if she was difficult, he’d leave her alone. Ticket her or whatever he was going to do and be on his way. So she wouldn’t have to remember.
“I was sitting in the shade in my air-conditioning, tucked behind the Town Welcomes You sign, hoping to catch a hoard of speeding tourists and boost the town’s income, when you meander along, driving responsibly and under the limit.”
“You admit it.”
“I noticed you were about to lose a tire on your trailer and decided to leave my shady spot behind to come warn you.”
Was he trying to be friendly? And it bugged her because she didn’t want to like him. It would be way easier if he was going to unjustly ticket her, instead of help her.
She didn’t need his or any man’s assistance. “I’ve got doubles.”
“Still, you’re carrying a heavy load.”
“I checked all the tires before I left the auction.” He was right, and she realized the same thing herself, but was she going to tell him that? No. “Which tire?”
“Back right. Wouldn’t want you to have a blowout or anything. You could get hurt.”
He had kind eyes, dark and deep, and a rugged face. Not classically handsome but chiseled as if made from granite. He had a straight blade of a nose, an uncompromising mouth and a square jaw that gave him an air of integrity.
If he were mean, it would have been much easier not to like him. But he wasn’t. The worst thing about Cameron Durango was that he was a decent guy. He may carry a gun on his hip and look powerful enough to take down a two-hundred-pound criminal with a body blow, but he had a good heart.
Not that you could tell it from the outside.
Don’t think about that night. Cold snaked through her veins, where her heart used to be. If there had been anything redeeming about that horrible night when everything changed for her, it was Cameron’s kindness. He’d been truly kind, when she’d neither wanted it nor needed it.
Remembering, she couldn’t meet his gaze. Staring hard at the steering wheel, she ran her fingertip around the bottom of the rim. Since that night she hadn’t wanted to be alone with any man. Especially Cameron.
“I’ll get that changed. Thanks for letting me know. It was decent of you.”
“I try to be decent when I can. Especially to a pretty lady like you.”
The way he said it wasn’t flirtatious or anything, but he was sounding friendly. It made her start to shake.
She really wanted him to go. “Thanks again.”
But he didn’t leave. “Let me guess. You were at the sale today. The Bureau of Land Management’s auction.”
Was he trying to make small talk? It was probably a slow day for him. Hardly anyone was out and about in this heat, but still. She didn’t know Cameron well and that’s the way she wanted it. Could she be outright rude and tell him so? No.
“I saw the flier—it came to the office. You got wild mustangs back there?”
“Yes.”
She kept staring at her steering wheel. Icy sweat broke out on her palms. This was the way it was whenever she was alone with any man near her age.
Would it always be this way? Prayer had helped her; at least she didn’t shake so hard that he might notice.
“Wow. Mind if I take a peek at them?”
Oh, so he was interested in the horses. Kendra relaxed a little but the quaking didn’t stop. “Sure. Just be careful. They’re not used to people yet.”
“I’ll just look.” His grin was in his voice.
Kendra’s gaze flashed to the side mirror where he was ambling away, his boots striking the dirt at the side of the road with a muffled rhythm.
With his spine straight and shoulders squared, he looked invincible. Undefeatable. Like everything honest and good and all-American. Just as he’d been for her, a calm strength when the world was smashing apart around her.
Get a grip, Kendra. That night was a long time ago. It isn’t worth thinking about. Jerrod was gone and a part of the past. Look forward, not back.
Cameron crunched through the gravel as he returned. “Those are some fine-looking animals you got.”
“Thanks.” She appreciated Cameron’s help, but now she knew about the tire. She would fix it and be on her way—once he was on his. “I don’t want to hold you up. I know you have speeders to catch and tickets to write.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
Yes. “Here comes a car right now. You might need to check your radar. Could be income for the town.”
He peered in the direction of the luxury sedan creeping down the main street. “Mrs. Greenley? Nah, she’s driving under the limit, like she always does. I’ve clocked her for the better part of the six years I’ve worked in this town and never caught her speeding once. The town is safe from rampaging, careless drivers for a few more seconds, it looks like.”
“You can never be too sure. You go back to your speed trap and I’ll take care of the tire.”
“Afraid I can’t let you do that, Kendra.” Cameron planted his hands on his hips, emphasizing the power in his arms and the gun on his hip. “This is my jurisdiction, ma’am, and I believe there’s an ordinance that states I must aid stranded motorists in my town or suffer serious consequences.”
Her left eyebrow shot up. “You’re kidding.”
“Would I do that?” Absolutely. There wasn’t any such ordinance, but he wasn’t about to tell her that? “If I don’t make sure your vehicle’s safe to drive in this town, I’d be breaking my own laws.”
“What laws?”
“The ones that say I’d have to write myself a ticket.”
