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To Be a Family
Joan Kilby
What do you do when your dreams for tomorrow happen today? John Forster's plans to eventually be a father hit high gear when he's granted custody of his little girl. Although he does his best, it's soon clear she needs help adjusting to this small Australian town.Fortunately, there's one person with the right skills to assist–Katie Henning. Too bad she's his ex-fiancée.Seeing Katie with his daughter resurrects John's dreams about having a family together. And the simmering attraction that still sparks when he's with Katie makes him think, maybe. Maybe he can make up for their past. Maybe he can build on what they share now. And maybe they can have that future he's always wanted.
The courage to try again
What do you do when your dreams for tomorrow happen today? John Forster’s plans to eventually be a father hit high gear when he’s granted custody of his little girl. Although he does his best, it’s soon clear she needs help adjusting to this small Australian town. Fortunately, there’s one person with the right skills to assist—Katie Henning. Too bad she’s his ex-fiancée.
Seeing Katie with his daughter resurrects John’s dreams about having a family together. And the simmering attraction that still sparks when he’s with Katie makes him think, maybe. Maybe he can make up for their past. Maybe he can build on what they share now. And maybe they can have that future he’s always wanted.
“Did I break your heart?”
Katie blurted the words, suddenly desperate to know if the accusations were true. “Am I the reason you haven’t found someone else and married?”
John swore under his breath. “Is that what my mother told you?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t listen to her.” He plastered on a grin. “Do I look like a guy with a broken heart?”
Taking his question seriously, Katie studied him in the dappled green light filtering through the oak tree. She saw shallow creases between his eyebrows and a mouth that used to laugh a lot more than it did now. She saw that something intangible was missing in his eyes. “You look like a man who hasn’t found what he’s looking for.”
Dear Reader,
In To Be a Family the hero travels to Bali to claim his six-year-old daughter whose mother has passed away. Why Bali? This beautiful Indonesian island is a popular holiday destination for Australians. It’s renowned for its surf beaches, vibrant nightlife and for being relatively inexpensive.
When I first traveled there twenty-five years ago, what I loved was the lush scenery, the intricate paintings and carvings, the colorful local customs and the friendly, gentle people. Oh, and the delicious food! My husband and I hadn’t been married long at that time and the trip was almost like a honeymoon.
We returned to Bali last year and stayed in a tiny fishing village just like the one where the hero’s daughter lives. The day we arrived we followed a funeral procession similar to the one I’ve described in the book at a crawl down the winding narrow coastal road.
The village is so small and out of the way there are few tourists and little in the way of amenities. No TV, no internet, no telephone. We spent our days snorkeling on the coral reef right offshore and the evenings relaxing, reading and talking. As I write, we’re planning another trip there next month. I can’t wait.
I love to hear from readers. Write me at joan@joankilby.com or c/o Harlequin Enterprises Ltd, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, Canada M3B 3K9. For more info about me and my books visit my website, www.joankilby.com (http://www.joankilby.com).
Till next time!
Joan Kilby
To Be a Family
Joan Kilby
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When Joan Kilby isn’t writing her next Harlequin Superromance title, she loves to travel, often to Asia which is right on Australia’s doorstep, so to speak. Now that her three children are grown, she and her husband enjoy the role reversal of taking off and leaving the kids to take care of the house and pets.
To my wonderful editor, Wanda Ottewell.
You bring out the best in my writing and inspire me to stretch my wings.
Sometimes you even understand my characters better than I do!
Thank you so much.
Contents
Chapter One (#u9af26bd4-d635-52fe-909d-e879ae82b8ae)
Chapter Two (#u634018da-f0a9-5363-b9dd-3438d1bafca6)
Chapter Three (#u4cd2c7f7-5e6f-5f6f-b763-7c3007dcea8c)
Chapter Four (#uf980fbec-31d6-5bf3-8c14-9ca7a412d4d0)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE
KATIE GAZED at the children’s book section in Summerside Books, pretending she was just browsing, drawing out the anticipation of seeing Lizzy And Monkey on the shelf.
She had finished having a coffee and a chat with Josie, the owner of the shop. Now she couldn’t wait any longer. The bright red cover was in her peripheral vision. Slowly, slowly, she let her gaze alight. Her breath caught.
Lizzy And Monkey by Katie Henning.
With the cover facing out. Thanks, Josie.
She took out her cell phone, glanced around to make sure no one was watching and snapped a photo.
“Katie, hi.” John Forster appeared from around the corner of a bookshelf. Six foot four, he had the broad shoulders of a swimmer, the lean build and sun-streaked blond hair of a surfer. With a wink he presented her with his profile, a strong nose and chiseled jaw. “Did you get my good side?”
“Hey, John.” She stuffed her phone in her purse.
Of all the people who could have caught her gloating over her book—it had to be her ex-fiancé. If he could still be called that after seven years apart. There must be a statute of limitations on how long someone could be referred to as an ex. Ex-fiancé, ex-lover, ex-friend. Now he was the chief of police in Summerside and her brother Riley’s best mate. Someone she didn’t avoid exactly, but neither did she spend a moment longer in his company than was necessary for small-town politeness.
His intense blue gaze swept over her from head to toe then returned to linger on her face. “You look great. I like your hair like that. What are you up to?”
Self-consciously she tucked a dark strand of shoulder-length hair behind her ear. He always did this, acted as if he didn’t remember they’d broken up. Even though she never gave him the slightest encouragement.
She moved away, pretending to look at other books. “I’m looking for new titles for my classroom.”
The long dimples in his cheeks deepened. He pulled Lizzy And Monkey off the shelf. “This looks interesting.”
She reached out to stop him from handling her book. Grinning, he backed up, daring her to come after him. She snatched her hand away. “You know about this. How?”
“Riley, who else?” John flipped through the colorful pages. “Congratulations, by the way. I remember you talking about wanting to write, years ago. It’s a big achievement.”
“Thanks.” She made a mental note to kill her brother the next time she saw him. Or at least seriously maim him.
“Why so secretive? You’re a published author now. You’ll have to get used to publicity. You should have a launch party and sign copies.” Somehow he’d edged close enough to nudge her.
His bare arm heated her skin below the cap sleeve of her cherry-red dress. He smelled like bracing ocean winds, sea minerals and memories. Although he didn’t surf professionally anymore she knew he still swam in the bay every morning.
Casually she stepped away. His touch didn’t affect her one way or another. And they were no longer on flirting terms.
A burst of laughter from a group of teenage girls heading to the in-store café reminded her where she ought be. “I’ve got to get back to school.” She tried to ease past him to get to the central aisle. “Excuse me.”
“Katie, wait.” He deliberately blocked the narrow space between bookshelves.
“The lunch bell is going to ring soon.” Coolly she gazed into his Paul Newman eyes. He didn’t bother her. She didn’t care. She’d gotten over him long ago. She refused to make herself late because of him. There was nothing he could say that would detain her another second—
“Do you think a six-year-old girl would enjoy your book?”
Except that. Damn it, with a few words she was hooked.
“I wrote it for that age group.” Was he teasing her again? On the whole she thought not. The eye glint and the dimples were not in evidence. “Are you asking for one of your nieces?”
“Er…something like that.”
It wasn’t like John to be evasive. If she wasn’t one of his nieces then his current girlfriend must have a daughter. According to her brother, John had broken up with Trudy, his previous squeeze, a few weeks ago. His girlfriends never lasted longer than six months. Whoever she was would be another in a long and endless line of John’s women. Katie was inured to that now. She wasn’t really interested but writers were curious types.
“New woman in your life, one with a kid?”
Instead of replying he flipped through the book, turning his attention to the colorful illustrations. “Nice pictures. Riley said you did those, too.”
“Is this little girl from around here?” Not in her class, she hoped, her mind skipping ahead to John arriving at school to pick up some other woman’s child. Well, it had to happen someday. She was surprised he’d remained single this long. He’d been in a hurry to marry when they’d been going together—maybe he’d finally met another woman who had been able to convince him to drop his role as the town playboy.
“What’s the story about?” he asked, still ignoring her questions.
“A little girl and her pet monkey. Sort of Curious George meets Madeleine.”
“I always had a soft spot for monkeys.”
She knew that, of course. John was the inspiration for Monkey in the story. Bold, clever, brave. “The monkey and the girl go on adventures together. It’s going to be a series.” If her latest book proposal was picked up by her publisher. Big if, but she was counting on it.
He closed the book and smiled at her. “Your hair looks really pretty today.”
“You said that.” She felt nothing, she really didn’t.
“Do you have time for a coffee?” he went on. “It’s been ages since we’ve had a chat.”
“I can’t. I told you. I have to get back to school.” She wished he would stop. He never gave up asking her out even though she’d replied with a firm no about a billion times.
“No worries. Another time.” He said it as if it mattered not a whit to him, as if all his flirtation was just hot air. It probably was. John didn’t seem to know any other way to relate to women.
He held the book out to her, open at the title page. “Will you sign it?”
Katie dug in her purse for a pen. “Who should I make it out to?”
“Tuti. T-u-t-i.”
“That’s unusual,” she said, but didn’t make much of it. As a teacher she’d learned not to bat an eye at the odd names parents came up with these days. She propped the book on her knee and wrote:
To Tuti,
I hope you enjoy my book.
Warmest wishes, Katie Henning.
Katie couldn’t help smiling as she handed the book back. She’d just signed her very first book. “Do you think the girl you’re buying this for will like a story about a monkey?”
He didn’t answer for a moment while he read her inscription. Then he looked up at her. His smile had the power to melt hearts. But not hers. “Monkeys are perfect. They live in the jungle near her village.”
Katie blinked. “Seriously? She lives near a jungle?”
“Yep.” That was it, no elaboration.
Not the offspring of the girlfriend of the moment. Who, then? No, no, no. She was not going to ask about the mysterious Tuti. Writer or not, she didn’t care enough about John to be that interested.
He tucked the book under his arm and gave her a last lingering look. “I’ll see you around.”
No, he wouldn’t unless it was by accident. Katie made sure she was never at the same social gatherings, despite their mutual friends. The statute of limitations would never be up on his violation after he’d abandoned her when she’d needed him most.
But then curiosity got the better of her after all. As he turned to go, she asked, “Who is Tuti?”
