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The Return of Bowie Bravo

The Return of Bowie Bravo

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by Christine Rimmer

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Well, timing never had been his strong suit…

And the fact that Bowie Bravo walked in the door, after seven years away, just when Glory Rossi was about to go into labor with another man's child certainly proved the point. Because the last time Glory had seen Bowie was when she was delivering his child—a little boy


Well, timing never had been his strong suit…

And the fact that Bowie Bravo walked in the door, after seven years away, just when Glory Rossi was about to go into labor with another man's child certainly proved the point. Because the last time Glory had seen Bowie was when she was delivering his child—a little boy who'd never known his real father. But according to Bowie, that was about to change.

Bowie was now a respectable businessman, and he was more than ready to be a father—to both of Glory's children. He was also ready to be a husband to the woman he'd never been able to live without. And when he saw that their feelings for each other still burned bright, he didn't see any reason why he'd have to….

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Glory Rossi saw him coming. He seemed to materialize out of the storm.

It was a blustery Monday morning in mid-January and she stood at the bay window in the family room at the front of the house. She stared out at the snow that had started coming down only a little while ago.

The wind whistled under the eaves outside, catching the thick, white flakes and carrying them sideways in drifts and eddies, so the world out there was a whirling fog of white. She couldn't see much beyond the bare box elder tree in the front yard—not the bridge across the street that spanned the river, not the houses on the other side. She knew her hometown of New Bethlehem Flat, California, like she knew her own face in the mirror, but the snow obscured it now. She thought how empty the house seemed, how lonely and lost the wind sounded as it sang under the eaves.

And then she caught a hint of movement within the white. She frowned. Squinting, she leaned closer to the glass.

No doubt about it. There was someone out there, a tall, broad-shouldered figure coming up the front walk. The figure mounted the steps.

Glory turned to look out the side window in the bay. It gave a view of the porch. A man, definitely. She couldn't see his face. His head was hunched into his down jacket and a watch cap covered his hair.

He stood at her front door and raised a gloved hand to ring the bell.

And right then, as the doorbell chimed, she knew.

It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. And yet, she was absolutely certain.


As if he felt her watching him, he turned her way. And he saw her, standing there at the window, her hand on the hard, round bulge of her belly, staring at him with her mouth hanging open.


Her mind rebelled. Why now, after all this time? It made no sense. She must be dreaming.

He looked…different, the hard planes of his face more sculpted than before. He looked older. Which he was. By more than six years.

Older and sober. The gorgeous blue eyes were clear as the Sierra sky on a cloudless summer day.

Dreaming. Yeah. This had to be a dream.

She looked away from him, counted to five and then glanced back. Dream or not, he was still out there at the front door, watching her. Maybe if she did nothing, if she just stood there, frozen, refusing to move or even breathe no matter how many times he rang the bell…

Maybe he would give up and go away.

But she knew he wouldn't. In his eyes she saw a strange, calm determination. He wasn't going to simply turn and leave.

Seeing no other choice, Glory went to let him in.

In the foyer, she paused with her hand on the doorknob, certain that when she pulled open the door, there would be nothing on the other side but wind and snow. He would have vanished as suddenly as he'd appeared. She could return to her life as she had come to know it, could snap herself out of the funk that had gripped her that morning, and go about the mundane tasks that waited for her: doing the laundry and loading the dishes into the dishwasher.

Glory opened the door.

Snow blew in on a gust of wind, stinging her cheeks with icy wetness. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

He was still there. He was absolutely, without-a-doubt real.

A soft cry tried to slip out of her throat. She swallowed it down and hitched her chin high. Beyond seeming taller and broader than she remembered, he also struck her as more.formidable, somehow.

"Hello, Glory," he said. He regarded her solemnly. His voice was the same, only deeper, richer.

A shiver went through her. It wasn't because of the cold.

Her heart rebelled. It wasn't right. Wasn't fair. After everything. All these years. After her sweet Matteo, who had shown her what peace and happiness could be.

It wasn't right. But apparently, rightness had nothing to do with it.

Six and a half years since he'd vanished from her life, Glory gazed up at Bowie Bravo and she knew that she still felt it for him. Even big as a barn with her lost husband's unborn child, she still had that thing for him.

She despised herself at that moment. And him, too.

"Are you going to let me in?" He asked it calmly. Gravely, almost. He seemed so different from the crazy wild man she used to know.

She considered simply closing the door in his face.

But what good would that do? In the end, since he had come, he would have to be dealt with.

She stepped back. He took off the watch cap as he crossed her threshold and she saw he'd cut his long blond hair. He wore it cropped close to his head now.

He removed his gloves and shrugged out of the down jacket. Underneath the jacket, he wore a faded chambray shirt with the sleeves rolled to reveal his corded forearms. His jeans were faded, too. "Where's Johnny?" he asked, sticking the gloves in a pocket of the jacket.

Her heart rate accelerated. Was she in for a custody battle? Was that what this sudden, out-of-the-blue visit meant? "He's in school."

"In this storm?"

Oh, please. Suddenly he was worried about Johnny? That was rich. "It's supposed to blow off by early afternoon."

"It's pretty wild out there."

"Yeah, well. The school will call if they decide to close. Besides, it's Trista's turn to pick up the kids." Trista was second-born of Glory's eight siblings. "She has four-wheel drive and some serious snow tires." Glory took his hat and jacket and hooked them on the coat tree at the foot of the stairs. Then, reluctantly, she offered, "You want some coffee?"


She led him through the door at the rear of the hall, into the kitchen in back, where she gestured at the table in the breakfast nook. "Have a seat." He sat down and she made quick work of loading up the coffeemaker. "It'll be a few minutes."


"Are you hungry?"

"No, thanks. Just the coffee would be great."

She took the chair opposite him, lowering herself carefully into it, feeling huge and awkward in her maternity pants and a baggy shirt—and hating that she even gave a damn how she might look to him. "So have you been to see your mom?" Chastity Bravo owned the Sierra Star Bed and Breakfast down at the other end of the block, where Jewel Street met Commerce Lane.

"Not yet," he said. "I came here first."

Besides his mom, two of his three brothers—Brett and Brand—still lived in town. She'd never asked any of the Bravos—not even her own sister Angie, who was Brett's wife—where Bowie was or how she might reach him. In fact, after he'd been gone a year and a half, when she'd finally accepted that he wasn't coming back, she'd made it painfully clear to all of them that she was moving on with her life and she didn't ever again want to hear his name.

But that didn't mean that his family hadn't kept him up to date on her and Johnny. Somebody had told Bowie where she lived. She'd been getting checks from him for more than four years now, every month. Regular as clockwork.

Checks with a Santa Cruz postmark, checks that kept getting larger as time went by. Checks that scared her a little, if the truth were known. Where did he get all that money? It wasn't as though he'd ever managed to hold down a job.

And when she'd married Matteo and she and Johnny moved into this beautiful old house at the top of Jewel Street with him? Right away, that first month, Bowie's checks had started coming to their new address.

Bowie said, "How are you doing, Glory?" The question, which did sound sincere, fell into the long and painful silence between them. The silence of broken hearts. The silence of loss and love gone bad. The silence that happened when the best two people could do was to stay away from each other. And move on.

Bad enough, since I lost my husband. Worse, since you showed up.

She reminded herself that there was nothing to be gained by antagonizing him. "I'm all right." But she wasn't, not really. And already she was beyond tired of sitting here, trying to talk reasonably when the pain of the old wounds felt all too fresh and new again, when the truth of his desertion hung like a dirty gray curtain in the air between them.

The baby kicked. She winced and put her palm to her side.

He frowned and sat up a little straighter. "You okay?"

She blew out a breath. "Babies kick, but I guess you wouldn't have a clue about that."

He studied her from under those sun-gold eyebrows. "You're bitter. I can't say that's a big surprise."

"What do you expect, Bowie?"

"Of you? Nothing. Of myself? A lot more than I used to."

What was that supposed to mean? Her pulse pounded hard in her ears and her stomach felt queasy. She wanted to jump up and order him out of her house. Instead, she rose with slow care and went to the coffeepot. It was still dripping. But there was more than enough for a cup. She filled a mug, carried it back to the table and pushed it across to him.

"Thanks." He took it and sipped.

She lowered her bulging body into the chair again. "Look, can we just get real here?"

He rested one rough-knuckled hand on the tabletop. She watched as he traced a seam in the wood. And then he slanted her another of those strange calm looks. "I am being real." His voice stayed level, as composed as his expression. It scared her a little. Was this really Bowie sitting across from her? Bowie Bravo never stayed calm.

"What's up?" she demanded. "Just tell me. Why are you here?"

He took his sweet time answering that one, first picking up the cup again and taking another sip, then setting down the cup, then tracing that seam in the tabletop some more. "I figured it was about time I got to know my son."

Long past time, she thought, but she didn't say it. Over the years, she'd learned a little self-control, too. "Why now, exactly?"

"I've been—" he seemed to seek the right words "—trying to decide when the best time would be. Finally, I realized there was no good time." No good time. Well, at least she agreed with him there. "So I chose today." He added, "I heard you lost your husband. Matteo Rossi was a good man."

"Yes, he was," she shot back too fast and too angrily. New Bethlehem Flat, aka "the Flat" to everyone who lived there, had a population of around eight hundred. The Rossi family was an old and respected name in the Flat. Matteo had run Rossi's Hardware Emporium for half of his life. And before him, his father, Christopher, had owned the store.

Bowie said, "I'm.sorry that he's gone."

Meet the Author

A New York Times bestselling author, Christine Rimmer has written over ninety contemporary romances for Harlequin Books. Christine has won the Romantic Times BOOKreviews Reviewers Choice Award and has been nominated six times for the RITA Award. She lives in Oregon with her family. Visit Christine at http://www.christinerimmer.com.

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The Return of Bowie Bravo 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
hebehills More than 1 year ago
The Return of Bowie Bravo -- Harlequin Special Edition # 2168 -- February 2012 -- Christine Rimmer -- This is a new story of the Bravo Family Ties series. -- Bowie Bravo had grown up drinking and fighting anyone who got in his way. His girlfriend, Glory tried to get Bowie to stop drinking, but Bowie was going to do what he wanted to do. When Glory found out she was pregnant, she thought now Bowie would grow up. Bowie wanted Glory to marry him, and Glory refused even on the day their son Johnny was born. Bowie left town and didn’t leave any forwarding address. A heartbroken Glory was going to take care of son on her own. Matt Rossi owned the local hardware store in town. He asked Glory out on a date, as soon Matt asked Glory to marry him and he said he would raise her son as if he was his and Matt became the father that Johnny needed. -- Six and a half years later Glory had lost her husband in a car accident. Glory was about nine months pregnant with Matt’s child. Glory was looking out her front window at the snow storm and sees Bowie Bravo walking up to her door. Glory goes into labor and with a blizzard outside, Bowie has to help deliver Glory’s infant daughter. Will Bowie be able to get to know the son who had loved another father? -- Christine Rimmer brings us a story of a person lost but must find away to reclaim the life that could have been his all along. This story is emotional and heart tugging with love that was lost, but could be found. Will Bowie be able to recover what he had lost? Pick up a copy of The Return of Bowie Bravo and enjoy. --
MissMooMO More than 1 year ago
This is the first book i read. I didn't know it was a series. I love it and highly recommend it. You don't need to read the others in order so that helps.
CharityLady More than 1 year ago
I love it when an underdog character comes back further along in a series and has found himself. This is the case with Bowie Bravo in this book. Last time we saw him in the Bravo Family Series he was a mess. Now Bowie has found is calling, he has found a career that keeps him grounded and level and has come back to be a father to the son he left behind. While still in love with with his former girlfriend - Gloria - she is not the object of his visit, he is back to bound with his son and treat Gloria only with respect and friendly compassion (until the sparks fly of course!) which lends a great strength to this grown up, materured version of Bowie. If you are at all in touch with this series DON'T MISS THIS ONE!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book held my interest throughout. It wasn't sappy and showed human flaws and how they effect relationships. I loved the way Bowie connected with his son and discovered his parental instincts. I enjoyed the characters, and the way the author presented the fact that people can change if they work at it. This book is heartwarming and also a fun read!
Barbs_books More than 1 year ago
I thank Hazel Schwartz for making sure we got the story of the present day Bowie cause that angry, drunk young man was very irritating LOL Ms Schwartz let Ms Rimmer know she wanted Bowie's story and this book is dedicated to her! Ms Rimmer has done it -- I just love Bowie now. He's a very likeable/loveable guy. Even feel some compassion for him for the disaster he had made of his life. Glad he's making the effort to get to know his little boy, Johnny, and love that he can treat Glory with the respect that she deserves. Glory had finally married Matteo Rossi and did love him too. She got pregnant and he had a car accident that killed him so here she is 9 mos pregnant and Bowie comes to her door wanting to get to know their boy, Johnny. Johnny loved Mateo and Bowie knows it's going to be an uphill battle. Bowie has been in contact with his mother and brothers so he does know all the latest information and thought this was the time to come back home for Johnny and Glory. He doesn't think Glory will even care about him again but..... Within a short time of coming to see Johnny, Bowie is delivering Serafina Teodora Rossi who he fell in love with and Sera fell in love with him too! I told a little of the book but I sure didn't tell too much LOL Great Valentine's story of second chances. Had a great time watching Bowie prove his love to Johnny and Glory. Very entertaining love story! Can Bowie and Glory rekindle their love they had all those years ago?
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