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A Forever Home
Lynn Patrick
She's earned some good karma. An Army widow at twenty-one, Heather Clarke has spent the past three years running her aunt’s quilt store, raising her twin girls alone and earning a degree in landscape horticulture. Finally, she’s launching her new career and starting to feel like she’s on solid ground.And then Rick Slater rides onto her job site.Heather needs a mysterious, gorgeous, ex-Army distraction like a hole in the head. Especially when he’s the restless type who’s flirting with re-enlisting. And flirting with her! Even if she were ready to love again, she wouldn’t it on a man who might not stay.Now, if he decides to stop moving and grow some roots… then that's a whole other story.
Another man in uniform isn’t part of her plan
She’s earned some good karma. An army widow at twenty-one, Heather Clarke has spent the past three years running her aunt’s quilt store, raising her twin girls alone and earning a degree in landscape horticulture. Finally, she’s launching her new career and starting to feel as though she’s on solid ground. And then Rick Slater rides onto her job site.
Heather needs a mysterious, gorgeous, ex-army distraction like a hole in the head. Especially when he’s the restless type who’s flirting with reenlisting. And flirting with her! Even if she were ready to love again, she wouldn’t risk it on a man who might not stay. Now, if he decides to stop moving and grow some roots…then that’s a whole other story.
Would he reenlist?
“What if you get bored staying in one place?” Heather asked.
“It’s not the places that attract me,” Rick said. “It’s the people. In the army, I had my men. We were a team…almost like a family.” He paused, studying her closely. “Maybe I’m looking for something else to fulfill me.”
Like a family of his own?
“There might be more benefits to staying in one place than I realized.” Rick slid his hand over hers and squeezed.
The way he was looking at her made Heather blush. And when he leaned forward, cupped her cheek and grinned at her, the warmth spread down to her toes.
His lips brushing softly across hers made her head go light.
Yet…this was another man who might put himself back in the line of fire.
Dear Reader,
Lynn Patrick is a pseudonym for longtime writing partners Linda Sweeney and Patricia Rosemoor.
Patricia is a master gardener, trained by the University of Illinois Extension service. She volunteers, holding workshops for enthusiastic local gardeners, mentoring a high school eco-club and working garden walks to hand out information and answer gardening questions. Her experience inspired the idea of having a heroine whose goal was to be a landscape architect who wanted to design and install beautiful gardens using mostly native plants.
As she did for scenes in Home to Sparrow Lake, Linda got the lowdown on her niece’s twin daughters to add authenticity to scenes with Heather’s twins.
We hope you enjoy A Forever Home.
A Forever Home
Lynn Patrick
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
LYNN PATRICK
Lynn Patrick is the pseudonym for two best friends who started writing together a few decades ago. Linda is a professor with a reading specialty, and Patricia writes as Patricia Rosemoor. Together they enjoy creating worlds that are lightened by the unexpected, fun and sometimes wonderful vagaries of real life.
To our very understanding and gracious editor, Laura Barth.
Contents
PROLOGUE (#uc0f88a53-8933-584a-89bc-a6e0eb4995b7)
CHAPTER ONE (#uf8eb38c5-4424-5c86-8c11-a0658332a39a)
CHAPTER TWO (#u178ca4f0-3078-5e92-aa4d-6ad0e3cc1e36)
CHAPTER THREE (#ud62aedf4-48c8-52c8-ae12-d301e100f2d4)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u5df21790-8300-5299-b170-6e736aa58d7a)
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)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
PROLOGUE
AN UNUSUAL NOISE woke Cora Stanton at two-fifteen a.m.
At least she thought it was a noise.
Squinting at her illuminated bedside clock, she groggily rose to her elbows, listening intently. There was plenty to hear with the wind whipping around the creaking eaves of the old mansion and the crash of waves as Lake Michigan hit the shore some yards away. The shadow of branches clawed at the wall nearest the bed.
But it wasn’t branches scraping or the wind or the waves she’d heard...
It had been a thud.
Cora jumped as she heard the sound again. She sat up, trying to locate where the noise had come from. Definitely inside the house. But where?
No one was sleeping on this side of the house but her. Her flesh crawled at the thought of a stranger creeping around the passage outside or messing about in another room.
Not wanting to turn on a light and alert the intruder, she crept out of bed and went to the door. She turned the lock, then grasped the knob to crack the door slightly for a view of the hallway outside. Nothing. No one. It seemed empty and quiet in the faint glow of a nightlight.
She stood there for several minutes, waiting, listening...until her feet got cold.
No more thuds. No thumps.
Closing the door, she locked it again and made her way back toward the bed and her slippers lying beside it. Could her imagination have been playing tricks on her? Easy enough to conjure up noises on a windy night in a big, old house.
As she slid into the slippers and grabbed her robe from a nearby chair, she had second thoughts. Surely she’d lived here long enough to distinguish familiar sounds from strange ones. She’d definitely heard something. Could it have come from the attic? Squirrels had gotten in once and maybe they’d found their way back again. She’d have to call the exterminators tomorrow.
There was nothing she could do now except go back to sleep. But the adrenaline flowing through her veins had wakened her completely. She’d go downstairs and fix herself some warm cocoa.
Pausing in front of the windows overlooking the trees and the beach and lake beyond them, she glimpsed a sudden movement. Was it a person? She froze, then pulled back the curtain. In the dim light of a waning moon, something dark and human-shaped darted out of the shadows. It stopped, swung around...
“Ah!” breathed Cora.
Then just as quickly, the figure disappeared, blending into darkness again.
Now it was her pulse that thudded in her ears.
CHAPTER ONE
LATE. TODAY OF all days. Heather couldn’t believe her bad luck.
Her first day on the job site and both the twins decided this was the morning to drive her crazy. That was normally Taylor’s job, but to make the situation worse, Addison joined her twin in doing everything possible to put Heather behind, starting with their refusal to get out of bed when she called them. They’d ended up running around the house like little banshees instead of getting ready, then threw buttered toast at each other at breakfast so they both had to change clothes. Which meant her neighbor, who’d agreed to watch them for an hour before escorting them to school with her own son, had left without them.
Now she had to drive the girls to school herself, and Heather couldn’t believe it when she found Taylor sitting in the middle of the living room floor and playing her favorite DVD of her father before he’d gone back for the second tour of duty that had gotten him killed.
“You’re Daddy’s little girl,” Scott told Taylor, kissing her on the cheek. “You’ll always be Daddy’s girl.”
“Forever and ever?”
“Forever and ever. Cross my heart.”
And even though her twin hadn’t been there when this was recorded, the then-three-year-old Taylor had asked, “Addison, too?”
“Of course, Addison, too.”
Heather blinked away the threat of tears and turned off the television. Moments like this brought back the heartache. Even though Scott had died three years before in Iraq, he was still alive in all their hearts.
She cleared her throat. “Taylor, come on. Addison is already outside. We have to go now.”
Once through the kitchen, they headed for the SUV. Heather noted Addison was focused on a dog hanging back on the property but watching the little girl hopefully. He looked like some kind of a border collie mix.
“Mommy, look at the dog!” Taylor said excitedly.
“We don’t have time for that. C’mon, Addison. Both of you, get in.”
Maybe if she didn’t look at the dog, she wouldn’t feel guilty just leaving him there. Loose. Probably scared and hungry.
She was already late for her new job.
She checked to make sure both girls were strapped into their booster seats, then got into the driver’s seat, and with a last look at the pooch, she took off for the school. He would find his way home, or his owner would find him. She had enough to worry about without adding a possible lost dog to the list.
Five minutes later she was getting the girls out of the vehicle. No kids on the playground. School had already started, so the twins were late, too.
“I don’t want you to go to Kenosha, Mommy,” Addison said, sniffling as they walked toward the entrance.
“What if you don’t come back?” Taylor added. “Like Daddy.” Her eyes shone with unshed tears.
Heather stopped, slipped an arm around each little girl and hugged them tight. “Of course I’m coming back. I’ll be going to all different places with my new job, but they’re not far away. I told you that you’ll see me later. In Kenosha. Uncle Brian is going to drive you to your new day camp this afternoon, and after work, I’ll pick you up. We can sing songs in the car all the way home.”
Taylor blinked and swiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. “I learned a new song in kiddygarden—”
“Me, too!” Addison interrupted.
“And I can’t wait to hear you both sing it.” Heather kissed one little blond head, then the other. “But right now, let’s get you to your classroom.”
She walked them inside the building and apologized to their teacher for being late, then practically ran back to her SUV.
Thankfully she’d found a day camp close to her job site. For now, Brian or their sister, Kristen, would pick up the twins and deliver them to afternoon care for her. Once school was out, the twins could be at the camp all day.
Finally heading for Kenosha, she called Tyrone Smith, one of the two people on her team.
“Me, again,” she said. “I’m on my way. I should be there in fifteen minutes.”
“No rush.” As usual, Tyrone’s tone was smooth and easy. “We trippin’.”
“Tripping? I hope that’s another way of saying you and Amber are working hard.”
“And havin’ a good time.”
Hearing hip-hop music in the background, Heather had to force herself to keep her own voice even. “You’re clearing the land along the beachfront the way I asked you to, right?”
“Exactly.”
“Okay.” Not that she was actually sure it was okay. She didn’t know either member of her team well enough yet to judge. “Keep clearing.”
The area was becoming overgrown with Lyme grass, an invasive non-native beach grass that posed a threat to several rare native plants. Heather wanted to replace whatever they removed with native varieties.
“Just remember to only remove the grass that has bluish leaves,” she added. “They should stand out clearly from any native dune grass still present.”
“I got it the first time,” Tyrone said.
