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Wishes At First Light
Joanne Rock
Starting over, one wish at a time…Gabriella Chance has devoted her life to helping others overcome traumatic events. Now it’s her turn. Gabby's come home to Heartache, Tennessee, to finally face her past. She finds solace in an unlikely ally, her high school crush, Clayton Travers. But while Clay wants to be Gabby’s refuge, he’s returned to Heartache to face his own demons. With so many painful secrets in their past, can they hope to wish for a happy future…together?
Starting over, one wish at a time...
Gabriella Chance has devoted her life to helping others overcome traumatic events. Now itâs her turn. Gabbyâs come home to Heartache, Tennessee, to finally face her past. She finds solace in an unlikely ally, her high school crush, Clayton Travers. But while Clay wants to be Gabbyâs refuge, heâs returned to Heartache to confront his own demons. With so many painful secrets in their past, can they hope to wish for a happy future...together?
âIs there anything I can do for you to make this easier?â
Gabby locked on his gaze, taking comfort in knowing he was there for her. With her. Holding his hand made the years theyâd been apart disappear. Made all the unsettling nightmares that she was about to face in that courtroom fade in significance.
It was just her and Clay. The guy whoâd always had a way of making her feel special.
The words leaped out before she had a chance to measure them, a true wish from her heart: âJust keep holding my hand...â
Dear Reader (#u7e944694-1abf-5ee2-a48f-d321a2b2c475),
Welcome back! Iâve been eager to share the next story in the Heartache, TN series with you. It seems that once I started pulling at a thread in this townâuncovering the awful things a local villain had done over the yearsâI discovered a lot of people hurting because of it.
Gabriella Chance thinks she has a good handle on her past, and her efforts with a website for victims of cyberbullying have been healing for a lot of people. But when she returns to her hometown for the trial of the man who hurt her, she runs into someone else who has another sort of claim to her past: a man she never forgot.
Clayton Travers would have never returned to Heartache if not for the news of his half sister, but as soon as Mia is settled with a new foster family, heâll gladly put small-town Tennessee in his rearview mirror. Gabriella Chance is an unexpected reason to stick around, but a sizzling attraction might not be enough to overcome their different views about whatâs best for his troubled teen sibling.
Happy reading,
Joanne Rock
Wishes at First Light
Joanne Rock
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Four-time RITA® Award nominee JOANNE ROCK has penned over seventy stories for Harlequin. An optimist by nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds romance fits her life outlook perfectlyâlove is worth fighting for. A former Golden Heart® Award recipient, she has won numerous awards for her stories. Learn more about Joanneâs imaginative Muse by visiting her website, www.joannerock.com (http://www.joannerock.com), or following @joannerock6 (https://twitter.com/joannerock6) on Twitter.
For Bernice and Ernie Rock, the most wonderful in-laws I could have ever imagined.
Thank you for treating me like family from the very first time I sat down at your dinner table as Deanâs girlfriend. Little did I know back then how much I would come to look forward to those meals and evenings spent at your house for many years to come.
When I count the reasons Iâve been blessed in life, you are always on my list.
Contents
Cover (#u8b2f368f-4729-517e-94cb-f80fcfa16ba7)
Back Cover Text (#u6ca49271-192d-5dfb-b740-32876c8e7738)
Introduction (#uddd3e450-270c-582c-8b5c-968609472e95)
Dear Reader (#ua83e72e3-fbea-527a-9799-85e069e08bd4)
Title Page (#ub21d87cf-bbc2-5a55-b77c-b2b393f48fd0)
About the Author (#u3bcc7a17-e9e8-53cd-b601-4d9d399daef8)
Dedication (#u6c3dbce1-069f-5296-8874-e8ce3bea72ef)
CHAPTER ONE (#uacaee034-d4b3-56f6-a01c-d7e45d04d858)
CHAPTER TWO (#ubd179870-9258-5d5c-ab19-22e3fffdb989)
CHAPTER THREE (#ud2928741-9adf-509a-9a2c-5d69c3fbc64c)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ud5babb35-06d2-5202-8415-c41a74c3a841)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ue902ae69-679f-5bac-a2a2-113ab26791b5)
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)
CHAPTER NINETEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#u7e944694-1abf-5ee2-a48f-d321a2b2c475)
THERE SHOULD BE a limit on the number of times the same dream could haunt her.
Even knowing she was dreaming didnât rob the memories of their power as they flickered to life behind Gabriella Chanceâs closed eyes again. Each image burning. Hurting. Opening old wounds that had never healed.
The day unfolding in her mind was so familiar by now, every moment etched in her memory. How many times had she dropped into that buttery leather office chair in front of her fatherâs big desktop computer in the house where sheâd grown up? How many more times would she secretly open a chat window to talk to the boy she had a crush on, the thrill of doing something forbidden giving her almost as much pleasure as imagining Clayton Travers on the other end of the chat window?
Been thinking about me?
In the dream, she typed the words one key at a time, mindful of her older brotherâs best friend nearby. Samuel Reyes seemed far older than his seventeen years. He was Mr. Responsible, and determined not to let her have any fun, somehow deciding to be her watchdog anytime her older brother wasnât around. So Gabby typed quietly and quickly when Sam wasnât looking, desperate for company from a boy who would gaze at her with heat in his brown eyes.
Clayton.
The messaging program lit up with a new icon as a response popped up.
Youâre all I think about.
The butterflies in her stomach went crazy. Wings fluttered at hyper-speed, her nerve endings jumping to life at the thought of Clayton sitting in his foster familyâs den, thinking about her. Usually he wasnât on the computer at the same time as she was, so there would be a delay in their chats. But tonight it was like he was sitting there just waiting for her to type something.
The butterfly flutter in her belly took on a dark, foreboding chill. But Gabriella knew that sensation was just a product of the dream over time. When that first message had popped up on a bright blue chat window a decade ago, sheâd simply been thrilled that Clayton was thinking about her. She hadnât had a clue what was about to happen.
Or that she hadnât been talking to a sixteen-year-old boy at all.
Legs tangling restlessly in her covers, she fought the onslaught of nightmare memories. The conversation had taken a heated turn that had been confusing but exciting at the time. Afterward sheâd understood how thoroughly twisted it all had been.
Are you wearing a dress?
How short?
The chill in her belly spread, encompassing her hips and freezing out her sensuality. That chill had happened later, tooâthe past and the present getting all mixed up in the dream world. At the time, sheâd been warm and excited about the things Claytonâsheâd thought it had been Claytonâhad said to her. Things that should have been merely a hint of the forbidden coming from someone in her high school. Not anything dangerous. Sheâd been excited to see him, her teenage exuberance tinged with her immature sexual feelings.
It had all been deliciousâa welcome distraction after the hell sheâd gone through with her family earlier that year. Her father had been carted off to jail. Her mother had defected emotionally from the family, caring more about Gabbyâs dad than her two teenage offspring, leaving Gabriella feeling like the worldâs biggest outcast.
Those chats with Clayton had distracted her with happier thoughts, and that nightâs talk had been the best yet.
He wanted to meet her.
But that natural sensual awakening had been terrified out of her by a brute who threw her down in the woods later that night. A big, hairy grown man who knew where sheâd planned to meet Clayton. Not an innocent teenage flirtation at all. The man had been masked. Heâd ripped the short dress. Called her names that still haunted her even more often than the dream.
Slut. Whore.
Screaming at the injustice of the words, the attack, the loss of emotional innocence if not her virginity, Gabriella punched her attacker in the face. Again and again. That part only happened in her dreams, since in the real-life episode, Samuel Reyes had come to her rescue and been the one to pound her attacker into submission long enough for them to escape.
Now she took her defense into her own hands, pummeling the masked face while she cried.
Only then did she finally awaken, crouched on her knees on the sagging mattress in a motel cottage off Interstate 65 in Tennessee. The pillow sheâd been thrashing was now wedged between the headboard and the box spring while her knuckles throbbed where sheâd scraped them against the wood. Face wet with tears and chest heaving from fear and exertion, she levered herself out of the bed and padded across the hotel carpet in sock feet.
Gabriella turned the squeaking metal knob for the faucet to splash cold water on her face and wash away the last vestiges of the dream. Toweling off with the threadbare white cotton cloth draped over a thin silver rack, she stared at her face under the harsh flicker of greenish fluorescent lights. Her skin was pale beneath the red irritation around both eyes. The best of her familyâs genes had gone to her older brother, Zach, leaving Gabriella with hair that could only be described as dishwater blond, and plain features that benefitted from makeup or candlelight. Preferably both.
But that was okay. Because Gabriella Chanceâs beauty didnât come from the sum of her outer parts. And it sure as hell didnât have anything to do with the length of her skirt. Her jaw flexed, the muscle working as she ground her teeth at the old memory.
No. Any appeal she held radiated from her strength of character, evident in her burning, raw knuckles and her clear blue eyes that saw the world for what it was.
A dangerous place, yes. But a place she had survived. She forged on, slogging through the endless loop of her nightmares to fight another day. More important, she survived to help other victims of cyber stalking to move on with their lives. If that was as much as she accomplished in her life, it was something to be proud of.
Yet, as she sidestepped her suitcase on the floor on the way back to her bed, Gabriella couldnât deny a small part of her heart longed for more than that. No matter how many times that dream reminded her of her past, she couldnât stop longing for a normal life. A normal love. A man who would recognize her real beauty and strength, and help her find it on the days when she forgot where sheâd hidden it.
But now that a whole decade had passed without giving her any peace, Gabriella knew that wasnât going to happen. Sheâd returned to the city of the assaultâher hometown of Heartache, Tennesseeâto witness her assailant finally go to jail. While she was here, she planned to check on a local bullying victim sheâd helped through her support group onlineâsixteen-year-old Mia Benson. But once sheâd taken care of the at-risk girl and she had the satisfaction of seeing her own attackerâs face while he was sentenced to life in prison for a whole string of crimes since heâd hurt her, then Gabriella would close this chapter of her life forever.
Flipping over the lumpy, squashed pillow in the motel outside Heartache, she knew that she was almost done with the past. The nightmares had been slowing down in the last two years. It was only because sheâd heard that actual Clayton Travers was back in town that sheâd traveled the dream path again tonight. Sheâd never told him what happened that night, and a short time later sheâd fled town with Samuel Reyes and her older brother, Zach. Sheâd built a different life after that.
But sometimes she wondered what Clayton had heard about her or what he thought had happened. No one else knew that Gabriella believed sheâd been chatting with Clayton online before her attack. Thereâd been other times that year when theyâd exchanged messages for real, and she hadnât wanted Clayton to get in trouble for the content of those notes if the police looked back at them.
Clayton had been in the foster system, and those messages might have put him at risk of being booted out of the Hasting house where he was happy. So Gabriella had said nothing, a silence that had always weighed on her.
And now, completely by accident, sheâd learned Clayton Travers was back in Heartache.
As she closed her eyes to try and fall back asleep, Claytonâs return was the one thought that filled her mind. She couldnât help but wonder if she talked to him, told him about what had happened that night, would it finally stop the dream once and for all?
Damn it.
It wasnât what she wanted. But given that her attacker was finally going on trial two days from now, his conviction certain since the police finally had damning evidence, and yet the night terrors remained as potent as ever, Gabriella needed to think about other ways to address the fears of her subconscious. This was no way to liveâcaught in an endless loop of bad memories. And if speaking to Clayton might give her the peace to keep moving forward, sheâd damn well try.
* * *
AS A TEEN, Clayton Travers would have given his left nut for the chance to set foot inside Gabriella Chanceâs home.
Ironic that now heâd been sleeping there for a week.
After spending the last nine years in Memphis, Clayton had come back home to the small town of Heartache for a reunion of his foster family planned by his foster brother, Samuel Reyes, who was now the townâs sheriff. Since Clayton had a private investigations business, he had done Sam a favor by staying in the Chance household, which was now occupied by Zach, Gabriellaâs older brother and also the mayor of Heartache. Zach had needed some extra eyes on his fiancée, Heather Finley, after the woman was the target of an attempted kidnapping. Clayton didnât mind collecting a paycheck while he was in town, so heâd gladly taken the easy gig for a week. But now, with the threat confirmed to be behind bars, Clayton would find somewhere else to stay until the Hasting family reunion later that week. He packed his duffel at dawn to leave the Chance house, his eyes lingering on an old photo of Gabriella on the sleek, mission-style dresser in the bedroom where heâd slept these last six nights.
She stood in front of a big pink castle in a California theme park, her arm around a huge stuffed panda that must have been a game prize. She wore a long dress too big for her, making her look sort of lost inside it. Wisps of blond hair from her ponytail blew in a summer breeze as she smiled, but there was something off about the photo. It wasnât a real smileânot like the ones he remembered from the few times theyâd ended up staying after school together. Sheâd been a math genius, helping kids as a student tutor, and sheâd been cool about it, too, even though Clayton had been taking algebra when everyone else in his grade had moved on to calculus or trig. It wasnât that he was totally clueless, he just switched homes and schools too fast to patch together the right credits. Heâd fallen behind trying to learn math from teachers whoâd taught it with really different methods. Gabriella never made him feel like the flunky foster kid.
Far from it.
Too bad she hadnât lived in Tennessee for the past decade, walking out of this very house one long-ago summer and never looking back, leaving Clayton to finish his senior year by himself. Sam, the foster brother heâd roomed with at the Hastingsâ house, had left town the same time as Gabriella and her older brother. The only way Daniel and Lorelei Hasting, Clayton and Samâs foster parents, had avoided a full-scale child protective services investigation was that Sam turned eighteen shortly afterward, making him an independent adult.
âDude, donât tell me youâre packing up?â Zach Chance appeared in the bedroom doorway, a cup of coffee in one hand and a phone in the other.
Besides being mayor, Zach ran his own digital security firm and was probably worth a small fortune, but Clayton wouldnât have guessed it if he hadnât seen the downstairs office full of high-tech equipment and dozens of computer screens. Zach had opened his home to him like they were old friends, making it all the more awkward now that the guy had caught Clayton gawking at a photo of Zachâs sister.
âI am.â He tossed a pair of socks into the duffel and zipped it. âFreeloading isnât one of my services, even though itâs tempting when the hospitality is this good.â
Leaning a shoulder on the doorjamb of the spacious suite, Zach shook his head, keeping his voice low.
âAnd that hospitality is all because of Heather. Itâs been great having her live under the same roof as me.â He sipped from the steaming cup before continuing. âI hope she doesnât get the idea she should move out, too, once she sees youâve left.â
