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Stacy Eaton, USA Today Bestselling Author,
Bradley, Loving a Young Series: With
a new house in her name, Nolan Nickels seeks out the perfect plan to get the
house ready so she can bring her two daughters’ home, but is her fixer-upper
more than she bargained after Brad Young comes to help?
Susanne Matthews, Bestselling Author, – Make
Mine a Manhattan: Assuming her heroine’s
identity, Savannah Long heads for New York to experience life and gets far more
than she bargained for.
Denise Devine, USA Today Bestselling Author,
– Unfinished Business: When Alana Morgan’s life is upended by a suspicious
death and a betrayal, she joins forces with Reid Sinclair to uncover the
evidence she desperately seeks.
Taylor Lee, USA Today Bestselling Author - You
Can’t Always Get What You Want: He’s
a hard as nails police chief. She’s a feisty ADA. The one thing they have in
common is arrogance. Sparks flare when the challenging duo face off.
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This is Alana's story...
Mid-August
The flowers, balloons, and stuffed bears at the foot of
Alana Morgan’s front door resembled a shrine for the dead.
With one hand on her suitcase and the other holding her
keys, she stood in the hallway outside her condo and stared down at the
colorful exhibition in dismay. The display wasn’t a memorial for someone. It
was for something; a relationship with
Dylan O’Rourke that should have never happened.
The door of the condo next to hers cracked open a few inches.
Gina Alfonsi poked her graying head into the hallway. “He’s been here every day
this week. Now that you’re back home, you need to either kiss and make up or
get a restraining order.” Shaking her head in disgust, Gina stared at the items
piled on the floor. “Put the poor guy out of his misery.”
Alana deactivated her security system then put her key in
the deadbolt lock and turned it. “We had it out just before I left for Paris
and I gave him back the engagement ring. He begged me to forgive him but I
refused. A couple of nights ago, I described the situation to my girlfriends
and they agreed I’d be crazy to take him back.” She pushed the door open. “I
don’t care how sorry Dylan is; he’s history. There is no second chance for
a man who cheats.” Leaving her suitcase behind, for now, she stepped over the obstacles
in her way and entered her condominium.
She would have never known about his infidelity if her
business trip to Los Angeles hadn’t been cut short. A product manager in retail
price management for a private software firm, she’d planned to be in L.A. for
five days to work with a client. The meetings, however, were very productive and wrapped up a
day early, giving her an extra day to get ready for her trip to Paris. She’d
caught the red-eye back to Minneapolis on Thursday night. Arriving home early
Friday morning, she’d purchased muffins from a coffee shop and had gone
straight to Dylan’s place on the sixth floor of her condo complex. She wanted
to surprise him before he left for work, but a nasty surprise was in store for
her when she let herself in and discovered her fiancé in the shower with
another woman...
Alana grimaced. Why do I always manage to pick
losers?
Successful, sexy, and sweet-talking, Dylan’s charming
personality was the kind she always fell for, but obviously, his kind wasn’t
right for her. A relationship had to be based upon more than physical
attraction and she realized now theirs had been merely skin-deep. That’s why
he’d cheated on her. In the end, he’d come to that conclusion too, and that’s
why he wanted to start over, but it was too late. She could never trust him
again.
Alana crossed the living room to the floor-to-ceiling windows
and pulled open the fabric blinds, filling her spacious home with afternoon
sunlight. She loved living on the thirtieth floor of Marquette Towers. Situated
on the south edge of downtown Minneapolis, the spectacular view of the metro
area from her balcony stretched as far as she could see. Looking downward, her
gaze swept across the lush, eleven-acre grounds of the Sculpture Garden a
couple of blocks away and Loring Park with tall, shady trees and its
centerpiece, Loring Lake. She’d had a great time in Paris, but it was good to
be back in Minnesota again.
Well, it would be once she’d returned Dylan O’Rourke’s gifts
and purged him from her life forever.
Gina stood in the doorway wearing black leggings, a lacy white
tunic, and a necklace of chunky aqua beads. She smiled, revealing a space
between her front teeth. “Did you have a good trip?”
“Oh, yes! I always have a great time with my ex-roommates
from college. We take a vacation together every year at the end of the summer
for some girls-only fun. It’s been our tradition since we graduated.”
Alana dropped her purse on the coffee table and began to
collect the items in the doorway. The flowers went into the trash. “On our
first day, we had lunch at a sidewalk café and spent the afternoon shopping,”
she said as she poured the water from the vases into the sink. “On other days,
we wandered through The Louvre, took a river cruise on the Seine, and watched
the evening light show at the Eiffel Tower.”
“How was the wine?”
“Wonderful!” Alana knelt in front of the doorway holding a
white garbage bag in her hands. “One evening we went to a place on Rue des
Boulangers where we drank Bordeaux and snacked on wild boar sausage with cheese
and crackers.” She shoved a stuffed bear into the bag.
Gina laughed. “The wine sounds good. I’m not sure about the
wild boar...”
“It wasn’t as bad as it sounds. It tasted like summer
sausage to me.”
As Alana worked, she thought back to that balmy night in
Paris. Josie, Ryley, Annika, and she had started confessing their tales of relationships
gone bad as they sipped on delicious Bordeaux. By the end of the evening,
they’d all promised to hit the “pause” button on love and swear off men for one
year so they could focus on pursuing their professional goals instead.
Deep in her heart, Alana truly wanted to find Mr. Right, get
married, and have a couple of kids, but for now, the prospect seemed so remote.
Were all the good men her age taken? It certainly felt that way. Maybe her
friends were right about putting relationships on hold for a while to focus on their
careers. The thought of pursuing a high-level promotion at work energized her,
giving her a renewed sense of purpose.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Gina said as she tucked
her chin-length hair behind her ears and knelt on the floor to push a couple of
Mylar balloons into the bag. They suddenly slipped from Gina’s hands and popped
out, rocketing toward the ceiling.
“Hold on. I’ll fix this.” Alana went into the kitchen and
grabbed a scissors from one of the drawers. She pulled down the balloons,
stabbing a hole in each one and dropping them, deflated, into the bag. She quickly
pulled the bag’s drawstrings tight and tied them in a knot. “It needs one more
thing.” She went back into the kitchen to retrieve a notecard, a black Sharpie,
and some cellophane tape. On the card, she wrote “Delivery Refused - Return to
Sender” and taped it on the bag. “That should do it. I’ll go down to the sixth
floor and set it in front of his door.”
Gina folded her arms as she leaned against the door frame. “Judging
by how persistent he is, I doubt it will deter him.”
Alana set the bag aside with a sigh. “You’re right. When he
sees the bag, he’ll know I’m back and he’ll try to talk me into giving our
relationship another chance. The problem is, it’ll simply be round two of the
same argument we’ve already had. I have nothing else to say to him.”
“It’s too bad you couldn’t go back to Paris for another week.”
“I’d love that!” Alana glanced at her suitcase, packed full of
new clothes from Paris and she winced at the thought of how much she’d already
overspent her travel budget. “Unfortunately, I can’t afford to go back there
right now. Besides, I called my mom at the airport to let her know my plane had
arrived and she talked me into spending the other half of my vacation at my
grandmother’s house. I’m supposed to start packing Grandma Essie’s things and
doing some serious cleaning to get the house ready to put on the market.”
“You sound like you’re dreading it,” Gina remarked.
“This isn’t my idea of a fun vacation.” She looked back at
Gina. “My parents rarely ask for my help so I feel duty-bound to set my own
plans aside and get the project started for them while they’re in Europe
celebrating their fortieth anniversary. Grandma Essie’s passing took an
emotional toll on Mom so she really needs this time away. Well, it was tough on
all of us. It’s going to be difficult going back there because I have so many
memories tied to that house, but I guess I should see the place one last time
before it goes up for sale. Growing up, I spent a lot of my summers there and
I’m really going to miss it.”
It would be a nice change for a few days to wake up in the
same bedroom her mother had occupied as a child in Grandma Essie’s big house in
Merrick. The small, southern Minnesota town was a little boring, perhaps, but
at least she’d have some peace and quiet for a few days. Nothing ever happened
there…
Until Essie’s untimely death.
How? Why? At Mom’s Fourth of July picnic, Grandma Essie was
her usual self—funny and in good health. She’d lived in that house for sixty
years and never had any problem with the back steps. What had caused her to
take such a bad fall now? I wish I knew!
Alana shook off the sad, frustrating thoughts. “Why don’t
you come in for a few minutes, Gina, and visit with me while I repack my
suitcase? I’ll get you a bottle of sparkling water. I need to get on the road
before rush hour starts or it will be a nightmare trying to get out of the
metro area. Fridays are always the worst.”
After retrieving a couple of cold bottles of Voss water from
the refrigerator, Alana pulled her suitcase into her bedroom and dumped the
contents onto her bed. Gina sat on the corner of her king-sized mattress and
chatted with her about Paris as Alana packed enough clothes to stay at Grandma Essie’s
for a week. When she finished, she went back into her living room and closed
the blinds then went into the kitchen and filled out a new index card.
“Enjoy the rest of your vacation,” Gina said as she tossed
her empty bottle in the recycling bin under the sink. She followed Alana out
the door. “If lover boy shows up again, I’ll act like I haven’t seen you.”
“Great, thanks!” Alana locked the door and set the alarm
with her key fob. “I’m all set. See you when I get back, Gina!”
Setting her purse on top of her suitcase, Alana took one
last look around. “Oops, I almost forgot this…” She held out the notecard with
a piece of tape on it and stuck it on the door.
They laughed.
She made her way toward the elevators rolling her suitcase
with one hand and dragging Dylan’s bag with the other. At the corner, she
stopped and looked back to make sure the sign on her door hadn’t fallen off. It
was still there. The notecard simply read, “Gone Fishing.”
***
Reid Sinclair sat at the computer in his home office, working
from his notes on a keynote address to be given at a leadership summit in late
September. He needed to complete the first draft by the end of the week and
send it to his colleague and business partner, Nate Gilbertson, for review. A
management professor at the University of Minnesota, Nate critiqued all of Reid’s
manuscripts, conducted research projects with him, and filled the role of agent
for Reid’s conference schedule and his published books. Reid needed peace and
quiet to concentrate, but his private landline phone had been ringing off the
hook all day with family and friends calling, grating on his nerves, and repeatedly
disrupting his concentration.
“Da-dee, the phone is ringing!”
“I know that, Hannah,” he replied to his five-year-old
daughter who was supposed to be watching a children’s show on television. “Just
let it go to the answering machine. Daddy will play the messages back later.”
“You always say that,” she wailed from the living room. “I like
to answer the phone.”
“No, Hannah, let the machine take a message—”
“Hallo?” He suddenly heard her little voice chirp. “Who is
this? I’m Hannah and I’m five...” The little pause meant Hannah was nodding at
the phone while holding up five fingers. “My da-dee? He’s working.” Another
little pause. “Oh-kay!” Little footsteps scampered through the living room to
the door of Reid’s office. “Da-dee, the lady says you haf to talk to her.”
Reid swiveled his chair to see Hannah standing in the
doorway with the white cordless phone in her tiny outstretched hand. Instead of
becoming angry with her for disobeying him, a twinge of guilt embraced his
heart at her sweet, but disheveled appearance. Her white leggings and pink
unicorn shirt were stained with the macaroni and cheese she’d spilled on
herself at lunch. Her blonde braids were yesterday’s hairdo, now coming apart
with stray hairs poking out everywhere.
Hannah came into the room and leaned against his knee, her
bright blue eyes shining up at him. “Here,” she said and offered him the mobile
handset. “It’s important!”
“Okay, honey,” he said as he accepted the phone. “Now you be
a good girl and go back into the living room to watch TV. Okay?”
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Can I haf a fruit snack?”
Reid nodded, anxious to get her back in front of the TV
until he’d finished his call. “But only one. I don’t want you to spoil your
appetite for dinner.”
Hannah beamed. “Oh-kay!”
“What do you say?”
“Thank you!” She turned and ran out of the room.
“Don’t—” …run in the house… He shook his head,
letting it go for now, and hit the speakerphone on the handset. “This is Reid.”
“It’s Monique.”
The clear, feminine sound of his ex-wife’s voice startled
him. The fingers on his free hand, white-knuckled and tense, gripped the arm of
his chair. He hadn’t spoken to her in years and their last conversation had
been less than friendly. He still remembered every word. Why was she calling
him after all this time? His mind swirled with suspicion. “How did you get the
private number to my home? It’s unlisted.” Only a small number of people knew
it. One of them had betrayed him.
“It doesn’t matter,” she replied hastily. “I’m calling to
find out how Hannah is doing.”
His temper flared. “What do you care? You haven’t seen her
since the day you abandoned her.”
Hannah had just turned three months old when Monique left.
Their daughter was registered to start all-day kindergarten in a couple of
weeks. He was glad Hannah had been too young to remember Monique or recognize
her voice on the phone. The less Hannah knew about Monique, the better.
“Look, Reid, I know you were angry about the divorce. I
understand what a shock it was at the time, but that was five years ago. I’ve
had a lot of time to think about the way I acted and I want to make amends.”
“I forgive you. Case closed. Don’t bother calling again. As
soon as I hang up, I’m changing this number.”
“Reid,” Monique countered in a low, warning voice, “Hannah
is my daughter, too, and I want to see her. I want to get to know her and start
the proceedings for joint custody.”
What the…?
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He sat ramrod straight, his
heart hammering behind his eyes. “Not in a million years would I trust you with
her!”
“You can’t stop me from seeing my daughter.”
“I’ll keep you in court for the rest of your life if that’s
what it takes,” Reid snapped. “When my lawyers offered you a fortune to sign
away your parental rights, you couldn’t wait to put your signature on the
agreement to get your hands on the money. You got exactly what you wanted and
so did I. There’s no going back now.”
“I want joint custody of Hannah,” Monique repeated acidly.
“She’s my daughter and I have a right to see her.”
Reid had all he could do to keep from throwing the phone on
the floor and pulverizing it with his heel, but he kept his voice calm. “Not
after what you did. You don’t deserve her.”
“I knew you’d try to keep me from seeing her. If you
persist, I’ll go after full custody.”
Good luck with that, lady. Any lawyer that got involved
in your case would be just taking your money…
He drew in a deep breath. “Look, I still have the security
tapes and plenty of evidence to show you’re not fit to be Hannah’s mother. When
she’s old enough to understand the situation, I’ll let her decide if she
wants to see you or not. In the meantime, leave us alone. Don’t call here ever
again.” Shaking with fury, he ended the call and blocked the number.
“Da-dee,” Hannah cried breathlessly as she ran into Reid’s
office. She pointed to the window. “Someone is at Grandma Essie’s house!”
Monique’s call had distracted Reid so intensely he could
barely concentrate on anything else. He stared at the floor, trying to calm
down and wondering what to do now.
Hannah tugged at his sleeve. “Da-dee! Look!”
Reid pulled his thoughts away from the current crisis to
gaze out the window at his neighbor’s house. The elderly lady had passed away a
month ago with a head injury from a bad fall and since then, except for the man
who mowed the lawn every week, the house had been ignored.
A car had pulled into the gravel driveway dividing the two
properties and it was partially hidden by Essie’s white picket fence and giant pink
hollyhocks, but he could see enough of it to make out a bright red Mercedes convertible.
A tall, slender woman with elbow-length dark hair who looked to be in her early
thirties stood next to it, taking in the house and yard. The pricey car, oversized
sunglasses, and fancy purse on her shoulder gave her a pampered, ultra-feminine
look. Someone who was used to having money and expensive tastes—like Monique.
Even so, he had a hard time pulling his gaze away. Something about the woman
caught his eye. The way she leaned against the car, her hands at her sides,
staring at the huge red brick, Queen Anne-style house intrigued him. She seemed
hesitant…longing for something…
Hannah tugged at his sleeve. “Can we go see her? Pweeease?”
He spanned his hands around Hannah’s waist and pulled her
onto his lap. “Honey, she’s probably a realtor who’s been contracted to sell
the house. If we went over there, we’d just be bothering her. Besides, it’s
damp outside from the rain and the mosquitoes are really bad today.”
Hannah began to cry and rub her eyes with the back of her
hands. “I wanna go to Grandma Essie’s house!”
Reid slid his arms around her and kissed the top of her
head. She’d missed her nap today because he’d been too busy working on his
speech to put her in bed with a picture book after lunch and she was clearly
overtired. “You miss Grandma Essie, don’t you?” he murmured.
Hannah nodded her head and continued to cry.
“I do, too.” He wiped her tears away with his thumbs.
Ever since they moved to Merrick ten months ago, Grandma
Essie had taken care of Hannah whenever he needed a sitter. She’d even kept
Hannah overnight when he had to go out of town on business. The elderly lady
had been recommended to him by the Lutheran pastor in town and because of her
excellent references, he’d trusted her explicitly. It was an unfortunate
accident that had taken her life and he missed her. He didn’t know what he was
going to do without her.
“Hey,” he said in a soft voice and brushed a lock of stray
hair from Hannah’s face. “Do you want to go to McDonald’s and get a Happy Meal
for dinner?” He only took her out for fast food on days when his schedule was
tight, and give the interruptions he’d had today, he was definitely in no mood
to switch gears and cook. He’d print out what he had written so far and review
it while Hannah ate her chicken nuggets.
“Oh-kay,” Hannah said through her tears.
“But first, go to your room and put on a clean outfit. Then
we’ll wash your face and brush your hair.”
Momentarily appeased, she slid off his lap and ran out of
the room.
Reid leaned back in his chair and covered his face with his
hands. He didn’t know if Monique truly meant what she said about going after
him in court, but he couldn’t afford to ignore her threat. He needed a plan—and
fast. It had cost him nearly everything to get rid of her, including his
position as CEO of a nationwide auto parts company. In the years since the
divorce, he’d relocated, become a full-time caregiver to his daughter, and
reinvented himself in the business world.
He took his hands away from his face and stared at the phone.
No way would he allow Monique to upend their lives again. No way…
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Denise Devine is a USA Today bestselling author who
has had a passion for books since the second
grade when she discovered Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
She wrote her first book, a mystery, at age thirteen and has been writing ever
since. She loves all animals, especially dogs, cats and horses, and they often
find their way into her books.She has written seventeen books, including books in the Beach Brides Series, The Perfect Match
Series and the Hawaiian Holiday Series. Besides the USA Today list, her books
have hit the Top 100 Bestseller list on Amazon and she has been listed on
Amazon’s Top 100 Authors.
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