She's the One

She's the One

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by Kay Stockham

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Undercover travel writer Alexandra Tulane wonders if maybe she's in way over her head. A men's hunting and fishing retreat in the wilds of Alaska? Not exactly her stylish scene. Fortunately, there's plenty of breathtaking scenery…including good-looking bush pilot Dylan Bower.

Despite the magnetic attraction between them, however, Alexandra is


Undercover travel writer Alexandra Tulane wonders if maybe she's in way over her head. A men's hunting and fishing retreat in the wilds of Alaska? Not exactly her stylish scene. Fortunately, there's plenty of breathtaking scenery…including good-looking bush pilot Dylan Bower.

Despite the magnetic attraction between them, however, Alexandra is everything Dylan is not—she's a rover, always looking for the next adventure. For Dylan, the scars of the past run deep. He's hidden himself and his silent son in an isolated haven for their protection. Yet Alexandra engages both of them and soon they're under her spell. This—she—feels so good Dylan doesn't want it to end. So how can he convince her to stay?

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Linnea Sorensen hated being interrupted by phone calls during dinnertime.

This was why she not only had caller ID, she had an answering machine instead of voice mail. She could not only tell who was calling, she could find out what that person wanted before she decided whether to answer.

This morning, she'd put chicken paprika to cook in her slow cooker. Thank goodness because she was starved. She'd worked a full day at the library, then on her way home had had to walk the Millers' two Irish setters, rain or no rain. Having been bored all day, they were thrilled to go outside, which meant they bounded and dove into the neighbor's shrubbery and got tangled with each other. Her shoulders ached from the dogs' straining against their leashes. Of course, she had to go back before bedtime, but this time she could stand on the stoop and let them out in the tiny yard for a last chance to pee.

Wet, tired and chilled as she was, Linnea showered the minute she got home. She reluctantly put on a sweatshirt and jeans instead of her pajamas, dried her hair and then gratefully dished up dinner. She was just inhaling the glorious aroma and picking up her fork when the damn phone rang.

Of course it was her parents' number that appeared. She was not talking to her mother right this minute.

Except that the distraught voice she heard hardly sounded like her mother.

"Linnea? Are you home? Something terrible has happened. Finn just called and—" She made a ragged sound that might have been a sob. "He says Tess is dead. That—that she fell and hit her head and…"

Linnea dropped the fork and grabbed the phone. "Mom?"

"Oh, thank goodness! You are there!"

"Tess is dead?" Honestly, Linnea liked her sister-in-law, Tess, better than she did her own brother.

"Surely he's wrong, but…he was dreadfully upset. He says the police are there, and he wanted me to come and get Hanna. Your father isn't feeling well. Can you possibly take her home with you tonight, Linnea? Until we know what's happening?"

"Well, of course I can. He'd already picked her up from after-school care?"

"He said she's there. I pray he's kept her in her room so she doesn't know what's going on. Will you go now?"

"I'm on my way. I'll call you when I know something." Hands shaking, Linnea dumped the food back in the slow cooker and put the lid on. She slipped her feet into rubber clogs, grabbed her coat and purse and went out the door again.

Although she and Finn both lived in Seattle, it might as well have been in different worlds. His four-thousand-square-foot faux-Tudor home, which boasted a media room and five bathrooms, was in upscale Laurelhurst; her own two-bedroom cottage was in a blue-collar neighborhood in West Seattle. With the dark night and wet streets, the drive to Finn's took her over half an hour. The entire way, her anxiety kept her hands tight on the wheel and her thoughts bouncing off each other, never settling.

Could Tess really be dead? Just from stumbling and hitting her head? What had she hit it on? A corner of the kitchen counter? Or their raised slate fireplace hearth? Mom had worried so about that hearth when Hanna was little. But people didn't die that foolishly and…meaning-lessly. Did they? And why were the police there? Did they always come when the death wasn't something obvious and expected, like an eighty-year-old with coronary disease having a heart attack?

Poor Hanna! Linnea adored her six-year-old niece, who—she sometimes swore—took after her more than either her mother or father. Not that Hanna was timid, exactly, but she was quiet and thoughtful. She often daydreamed, which annoyed her father no end. Finn was brilliant and ambitious, impatient with woolgathering and anyone whom he deemed "dense." Tess, a successful interior designer, was creative but also tempestuous. In her own way, she had as strong a personality as Finn did. Hanna, it often seemed to Linnea, was a bit of a changeling.

Linnea saw the flashing lights when she was still a couple of blocks away from her brother's house. The street was blocked at the corner, although officers were removing the barricade to let a fire truck lumber out. As she hesitated, the lights atop an ambulance went off, and it, too, started up and followed the fire truck.

Her heart constricted. Was Tess in the ambulance? But it definitely wasn't speeding toward a hospital, which must mean Finn had been right. By the time he got home, it must have been too late to save her. Linnea hated the idea that he and Hanna had walked in the door and found Tess on the floor. She had a heartrending image of the little girl crying, "Mommy!" and running to her mother's still, prone body.

People gathered in clusters on the sidewalks, all staring as if hypnotized toward Finn's house. Neighbors? They were weirdly lit, seemingly by strobe lights—red, blue, white. Blink, blink, blink.

Linnea stopped at the barricade and rolled down her window when the uniformed officer walked up to her car.

"Ma'am, do you live on this street?"

"No, I'm Linnea Sorensen. That's my brother's house? Finn? He called me…well, really he called my mother…" He doesn't care. More strongly, she finished, "I'm here to pick up my six-year-old niece. She shouldn't be here with…with whatever's happened."

"One moment, Ms. Sorensen." He stepped away and murmured into a walkie-talkie. When he came back, he said, "I'm going to let you through."

She gave a jerky nod and rolled up her window. When he pulled the barricade aside, she drove through the opening. People's heads turned as her car inched forward until she stopped behind one of—oh, God—five police cars. Why would there be so many, just because Tess tripped and hit her head?

With trepidation Linnea got out and went toward the house. Almost immediately, another uniformed officer stopped her, then passed her forward. She was walking up the driveway when the front door opened and her brother appeared, police officers on each side and behind him. With shock she realized that he was handcuffed.

Finn Sorensen was a big, fit, handsome man, his dark blond hair sun-streaked. He had such charisma other people tended to disappear in his presence.

Linnea most of all.

Still wearing dark dress pants and a white shirt, he'd shed the tie and suitcoat, probably when he got home earlier. He was in a towering rage, she saw, storming down the front steps as if he were dragging the two officers behind. In comparison, they were stolid and uninteresting, their faces very nearly expressionless.

Finn was halfway to the street when he saw Linnea. He stopped, his angry gaze making her feel about two feet tall.

"As you can see," he said in an icy voice, "these idiots have jumped to conclusions. Tell Mom and Dad I'll call Nunley as soon as I get to the jail. They don't need to worry about it. I'll be out before morning and filing a lawsuit against these cretins before they start chowing down their noon fries and burgers." His tone was scathing, dismissive. The two men listened with no apparent reaction.

"Is—is Tess really dead?" Linnea asked.

"Yes. She fell." His lips drew back in a snarl. "As I keep trying to explain."

"I'm so sorry, Finn."

"You'll take care of Hanna," he snapped, as if her obedience was a given, and walked past her with the two men each gripping one of his elbows.

Oh, Lord! Had Hanna seen her father arrested on top of the awful discovery of her mother's body? Linnea rushed up the steps, stopped inside by a plainclothes officer. He wore a rumpled brown suit, his badge clipped to his belt. She could see that he had a gun in a black holster at his side, too.

"Ms. Sorensen?"

"Yes. I'm here for Hanna."

"Your niece is upstairs in her bedroom. A female officer is with her."

Hanna must be terrified.

She bit her lip. "It's true? My sister-in-law is dead?"

"I'm afraid so," he said, with surprising gentleness.

"She hit her head?"

"In the course of an argument with your brother. Did they fight often, Ms.—I'm afraid I didn't catch your first name."

"Linnea," she told him. "And it's true that Finn and Tess had arguments, but that's all they were. They yelled, then made up. Finn never hit her or anything like that." At least, she thought privately, that she knew about.

"I'm afraid they won't be making up this time."

She went very still. "Is she—her body, um, has she been taken away yet?"

He shook his head, his eyes uncomfortably watchful. "No, but if you go straight upstairs, you won't see her."

A shuddery breath escaped her. "All right." She hesitated. "Do you know…Did Hanna see her?"

"We don't think so. She says that she heard Mommy and Daddy yelling and she doesn't like to listen."

Linnea actually shuddered at the image that conjured. How often had Hanna huddled in her room trying not to listen to her parents screaming at each other? At the same time, Linnea was hugely relieved to know that Hanna hadn't seen any of the final, violent scene.

"Does she know?"

"That her mother's dead? Yes, insofar as a child her age can understand."

"Okay." She closed her eyes for a moment, girded herself, then started up the stairs.

At the top, she could see into the master suite at the end of the hall. She could make out a corner of the bed, smoothly made. It might be that neither Tess nor Finn had gotten this far; both were workaholics who rarely walked in the door before six or seven in the evening. They might have started arguing the minute they got home.

Hanna's door was closed. Linnea rapped lightly, then opened it. A uniformed woman sat on the bed. The six-year-old was on the floor, back to the bed, her knees drawn up and her arms hugging her legs tightly.


Her niece leaped to her feet and flung herself at Linnea. "Aunt Linnie! They said Grandma was coming, but I wanted you!"

They hugged tightly, Hanna's arms around Linnea's waist. "I was so scared," she mumbled.

"I know, honey. I know."

It was several minutes before Hanna drew back, face wet. Linnea crouched to be at eye level.

Hanna sniffed. "Officer Bab—Bab—"

"Babayan," the dark-haired young woman supplied.

"She says Mommy is dead."

Grief clogged Linnea's throat. She had to swallow twice before she could say, "That's what they told me, too."

"That means…she won't ever come home again?"

Linnea hated having to be the one to make her beloved niece understand how final death was. "No. You remember when Confetti died."

Hanna bit her lip and nodded. The family's tortoise-shell cat had been twenty-one when she'd failed to wake up one morning.

"You saw her."

Another nod.

"Whatever made her Confetti wasn't there anymore. She'd left her body behind and…" Linnea hesitated only very briefly. She had doubts about what happened after death, but she wouldn't share them with Hannah. "She'd gone to heaven. Well, your mom has gone now, too. It wouldn't surprise me if Confetti was waiting there to get on her lap."

"I want Mommy here!" Hanna wailed. "I don't want her to be in heaven!"

Linnea pulled her into another embrace. "I know," she whispered. "I know. Oh, honey, I love you."

Eventually Hanna recovered enough to ask where her daddy was. Linnea explained that he was having to talk to the police about what happened. Hanna only nodded. Linnea had noticed before that she didn't go to her father with the uncomplicated trust she ought to feel for a parent. Finn loved his daughter, Linnea didn't doubt that, but he lacked the patience to be unfailingly gentle even for her sake.

"You're going to spend the night with me," she told Hanna. "Let's pack your suitcase right now. Just in case, why don't we take enough for you to stay for a couple of days?"

The police officer gave her a small nod of approval.

Hanna's small suitcase, thank goodness, was on the top shelf in her closet. Linnea packed enough clothes for three or four days, while her niece gathered favorite toys and games. Then while Linnea collected her toothbrush from the bathroom, Hanna put on her shoes.

"I'm ready," she said stoutly, looking very slight and terribly young. Her twin ponytails sagged, one lower than the other, strands of blond hair escaping to cling to her damp cheeks.

Ignoring the wrench at her heart, Linnea smiled at her. "Good. We'll have fun."

Officer Babayan followed them downstairs. Linnea steered Hanna straight for the front door, pausing only long enough to collect her pink coat from the closet in the entry. She noticed that the female police officer had very casually moved to block any view that Hanna might have of the great room where the Sorensens mainly lived.

Where Tess must have died.

Hanna almost gulped. Maybe she had hit her head on that sharp-edged hearth.

On the front porch, Hanna stopped in her tracks. "Why are there so many police cars here?"

"When they get a call saying someone is hurt, any officers who are near come rushing to find out if there's anything they can do. I guess there must have been a bunch of them this time."

Holding Hanna's hand, carrying a duffel bag of toys while Hanna pulled the pink wheeled suitcase, Linnea hurried her down the rainy walk and past several of those squad cars to her small compact. She put everything in the trunk, helped her niece buckle in and started the engine. She didn't like the fixed way Hanna stared toward those flashing lights and the open front door of her house with people going in and out.

As she backed out and drove up the block, Hanna's head swiveled so she could keep looking back. Linnea hated that she saw the neighbors clustered, staring.

Then the same officer pulled a sawhorse away to let Linnea's car through, and she was able to accelerate up the street until the flashing lights vanished from her rearview mirror.

Matthew Laughlin had barely risen from bed and was padding barefoot and shirtless to the small kitchen in his rented Kuwait City house when his phone rang.

Damn it, there had to be a problem on the job site; the offices weren't open yet, and it was currently late evening in the U.S.

He picked up the phone. "Laughlin."

The hollow quality of the long silence told him this call was originating in the United States after all. He relaxed; Tess did sometimes call at this god-awful hour. She was a night owl, and knew when to catch him at home.

But it was a man's voice he heard. "Mr. Laughlin? My name is Neal Delaney. I'm a detective with the Seattle Police Department."

Matt groped behind him for a stool and sank onto it. His hand tightened on the phone until the plastic creaked. "Tess? Tell me my sister is all right. And Hanna." God, Hanna. Had they been in a car accident?

Waiting out the silence stripped his nerves raw.

"I'm afraid I have bad news. Your sister is dead."

"How?" he asked in a hard voice. "What about Hanna?"

Meet the Author

Kay Stockham lives in southern Ohio with her husband and family, which includes two furry, high-maintenance dogs. She's a member of Romance Writers of America, and has been nominated for numerous awards including the RITA, HOLT Medallion, and Book Buyers Best. For more information on Kay's work, please visit her on Facebook, Twitter and at

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LaurieD2 More than 1 year ago
Alexandra Tulane has proven herself to be a successful travel writer/photographer. Being sent to Alaska to check out the Deadwood Mountain Lodge places her in the middle of the most breathtaking scenery she's ever seen. A far cry from the resorts and spas she typically reviews, there's an undeniable charm to the rustic lodge as well as the owner and his guests. The owner's son, Dylan Bower, is living at the lodge with his young son Colt, to help out after his father's recent heart attack. Dylan is content to be in the Alaskan wilderness as it's remote enough to protect him and his troubled son from the media. Dylan's wife and her secret lover were killed in a house fire that left Colt severely traumatized and Dylan charged with their deaths. Although he was eventually cleared, the damage was done and his life was changed forever. He questioned whether his son would ever be the happy little boy he was before the fire. Alex knows about the fire and Dylan being cleared in the incident but she doesn't know the full impact upon his life or why he has chosen a life of seclusion. At the same time, Dylan thinks Alex has come to the lodge to take photos, having no clue that she is an undercover travel writer and that her article could very well bring even more visitors to the lodge, disrupting the quiet life he has established for his son. Just when the two realize that yes, it is possible to fall in love afer just a few weeks, Alex decides that she's not cut out for a life as isolated as the one Dylan desires. Dylan could never have imagined the impact one small woman could make on their lives and seeing Colt respond to her was pure magic. Letting her leave had an even greater impact and it isn't long before Dylan decides that when it comes to Alex he's not too proud to put the past behind him and if need be, he's definitely not too proud to beg. I've said it many times before, but Kay Stockham's characters are people we all know in our everyday lives. They may be friends, relatives or neighbors, but there's a little bit of someone we know in every one of them. Romance readers should never pass on an opportunity to read a book written by Kay - your heart will be in a much better place after you finish each and every one, I promise!
Judy_F More than 1 year ago
Kay Stockham's She's The One is the final book in the exceptional series The Tulanes Of Tennessee. Alexandra Tulane is a seasoned traveler. She has enjoyed her job working for Traveling Single Magazine. Her latest assignment is into the wilds of Alaska. Alex's first impression of her pilot and his very little plane scares her silly. But Alex is a pro and can handle anything that comes her way. Alex thought so until she found herself attracted to her pilot. Dylan Bower came to Alaska to help his dad run the Deadwood Mountain lodge after his heart attack. It was the perfect solution for Dylan and his son after the trauma of the fire a few years ago that killed his ex-wife. The media and the gossips made their lives a living hell. So Dylan enjoyed the quiet of Alaska until Alex entered his world. He made him feel things he thought were long dead inside of him. Alex and Dylan start a quiet affair that they both thought had a short time frame since Alex was on vacation. But Dylan and his son begin to blossom under Alex's joy for life. When Alex has to leave can Dylan convince her to stay? Or will Dylan be able to take a risk and go after her. She's The One is a book about risking your heart and pushing yourself outside your comfort zone. Alec and Dylan both are hiding in their own ways from the world. It takes a love worth fighting for to get them to take a chance. Kay Stockham's books are full of emotions and deep family connections. Her books are always ones I can't wait to read.
TeeB More than 1 year ago
Once again Kay Stockham did not disappoint me with her latest book. The final book in the Tulanes of Tennessee series, She's the One, was very well written. As always Ms. Stockham writing tells a story like no other. I have not read a book by her I have not liked and this one is added to my list. Alex is on assignment in Alaska but she is also hiding from her family. She wants no ties and will do anything to avoid being tied down. Dylan is also hiding but his real focus is to protect his son at all cost. He does have help from his Dad, Zeke and that there are regular customers Walt and Ansel too. I will not give any spoilers away but I can say you will not be disappointed with this story. Ms. Stockham makes you think you're in Alaska with Alex. Her description of the land is magnificent. Be sure to get your copy!
MarcieR More than 1 year ago
I couldn't wait to read the fifth and final installment in the Tulanes of Tennessee series. I was not disappointed! With Dylan and Alex we learn their biggest fears and why they live their lives the way they do. Dylan hides from an incident of his past and Alex avoids settling down at all costs. I liked Alex and her bluntness, honesty, and fearlessness. I liked Dylan for how he protects his son and how he is there to help his father. I also loved the secondary characters - Zeke (Dylan's father - who made me laugh), Walt, and Ansel. The story takes place in Alaska and after finishing the story I feel like I just visited there myself. The descriptions are wonderfully done. The last line of the story - sorry no spoilers - is very fitting to not only Dylan's and Alex's story, but to the whole series as well.