His Second-Chance Family

His Second-Chance Family

by RaeAnne Thayne

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When she was sixteen Julia Blair found more than fun in the sun on the sands of Cannon Beach. She found a home in the arms of her teenage crush, Will Garrett, and she knew that life, sunny and beautiful, stretched out in front of her… Though life may not have worked out the way she'd planned, here she is, back in Cannon Beach. Only to find Will Garrett there, too. Julia believed he could still make all her dreams come true.

The question was, would he let her into his heart to do the same for him?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781460375433
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 05/05/2014
Series: The Women of Brambleberry House
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 27,939
File size: 489 KB

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne finds inspiration in the beautiful northern Utah mountains where she lives with her family. Her books have won numerous honors, including six RITA Award nominations from Romance Writers of America and Career Achievement and Romance Pioneer awards from RT Book Reviews. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.raeannethayne.com.

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As signs from heaven went, this one seemed fairly prosaic.

No choir of angels, no booming voice from above or anything like that. It was simply a hand-lettered placard shoved into the seagrass in front of the massive, ornate Victorian that had drifted through her memory for most of her life.

Apartment For Rent.

Julia stared at the sign with growing excitement. It seemed impossible, a miracle. That this house, of all places, would be available for rent just as she was looking for a temporary home seemed just the encouragement her doubting heart needed to reaffirm her decision to pack up her twins and take a new teaching job in Cannon Beach.

Not even to herself had she truly admitted how worried she was that she'd made a terrible mistake moving here, leaving everything familiar and heading into the unknown.

Seeing that sign in front of Brambleberry House seemed an answer to prayer, a confirmation that this was where she and her little family were supposed to be.

"Cool house!" Maddie exclaimed softly, gazing up in awe at the three stories of Queen Anne Victorian, with its elaborate trim, cupolas and weathered shake roof. "It looks like a gingerbread house!"

Julia squeezed her daughter's hand, certain Maddie looked a little healthier today in the bracing sea air of the Oregon Coast.

"Cool dog!" Her twin, Simon, yelled. The words were barely out of his mouth when a giant red blur leaped over the low wrought-iron fence surrounding the house and wriggled around them with glee, as if he'd been waiting years just for them to walk down the beach.

The dog licked Simon's face and headbutted his stomach like an old friend. Julia braced herself to push him away if he got too rough with Maddie, but she needn't have worried. As if guided by some sixth sense, the dog stopped his wild gyrations and waited docilely for Maddie to reach out a tentative hand and pet him. Maddie giggled, a sound that was priceless as all the sea glass in the world to Julia.

"I think he likes me," she whispered.

"I think so, too, sweetheart." Julia smiled and tucked a strand of Maddie's fine short hair behind her ear.

"Do you really know the lady who lives here?" Maddie asked, while Simon was busy wrestling the dog in the sand.

"I used to, a long, long time ago," Julia answered. "She was my very best friend."

Her heart warmed as she remembered Abigail Dandridge and her unfailing kindness to a lonely little girl. Her mind filled with memories of admiring her vast doll collection, of pruning the rose hedge along the fence with her, of shared confidences and tea parties and sand dollar hunts along the beach. "Like Jenna back home is my best friend?" Maddie asked.

"That's right."

Every summer of her childhood, Brambleberry House became a haven of serenity and peace for her. Her family rented the same cottage just down the beach each July. It should have been a time of rest and enjoyment, but her parents couldn't stop fighting even on vacation.

Whenever she managed to escape to Abigail and Brambleberry House, though, Julia didn't have to listen to their arguments, didn't have to see her mother's tears or her father's obvious impatience at the enforced holiday, his wandering eye.

Her fifteenth summer was the last time she'd been here. Her parents finally divorced, much to her and her older brother Charlie's relief, and they never returned to Cannon Beach. But over the years, she had used the image of this house, with its soaring gables and turrets, and the peace she had known here to help center her during difficult times.

Through her parents' bitter divorce, through her own separation from Kevin and worse. Much worse.

"Is she still your best friend?" Maddie asked.

"I haven't seen Miss Abigail for many, many years," she said. "But you know, I don't think I realized until just this moment how very much I've missed her."

She should never have let so much time pass before coming back to Cannon Beach. She had let their friendship slip away, too busy being a confused and rebellious teenager caught in the middle of the endless drama between her parents. And then had come college and marriage and family.

Perhaps now that she was back, they could find that friendship once more. She couldn't wait to find out.

She opened the wrought-iron gate and headed up the walkway feeling as if she were on the verge of something oddly portentous.

She rang the doorbell and heard it echo through the house. Anticipation zinged through her as she waited, wondering what she would possibly say to Abigail after all these years. Would her lovely, wrinkled features match Julia's memory?

No one answered after several moments, even after she rang the doorbell a second time. She stood on the porch, wondering if she ought to leave a note with their hotel and her cell phone number, but it seemed impersonal, somehow, after all these years.

They would just have to check back, she decided. She headed back down the stairs and started for the gate again just as she heard the whine of a power tool from behind the house.

The dog, who looked like a mix between an Irish setter and a golden retriever, barked and headed toward the sound, pausing at the corner of the house, head cocked, as if waiting for them to come along with him.

After a wary moment, she followed, Maddie and Simon close on her heels.

The dog led them to the backyard, where Julia found a couple of sawhorses set up and a man with brown hair and broad shoulders running a circular saw through a board.

She watched for a moment, waiting for their presence to attract his attention, but he didn't look up from his work.

"Hello," she called out. When he still didn't respond, she moved closer so she would be in his field of vision and waved.

"Excuse me!"

Finally, he shut off the saw and pulled his safety goggles off, setting them atop his head.

"Yeah?" he said.

She squinted and looked closer at him. He looked familiar. A hint of a memory danced across her subconscious and she was so busy trying to place him that it took her a moment to respond.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. I rang the doorbell but I guess you couldn't hear me back here with the power tools."

"Guess not."

He spoke tersely, as if impatient to return to work, and Julia could feel herself growing flustered. She had braced herself to see Abigail, not some solemn-eyed construction worker in a sexy tool belt.

"I…right. Um, I'm looking for Abigail Dandridge."

There was an awkward pause and she thought she saw something flicker in his blue eyes.

"Are you a friend of hers?" he asked, his voice not quite as abrupt as it had been before.

"I used to be, a long time ago. Can you tell me when she'll be back? I don't mind waiting."

The dog barked, only with none of the exuberance he had shown a few moments ago, almost more of a whine than a bark. He plopped onto the grass and dipped his chin to his front paws, his eyes suddenly morose.

The man gazed at the dog's curious behavior for a moment. A muscle tightened in his jaw then he looked back at Julia. "Abigail died in April. Heart attack in her sleep. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you."

Julia couldn't help her instinctive cry of distress. Even through her sudden surge of grief, she sensed when Maddie stepped closer and slipped a small, frail hand in hers.

Julia drew a breath, then another. "I… see," she mumbled.

Just one more loss in a long, unrelenting string, she thought. But this one seemed to pierce her heart like jagged driftwood.

It was silly, really, when she thought about it. Abigail hadn't been a presence in her life for sixteen years, but suddenly the loss of her seemed overwhelming.

She swallowed hard, struggling for composure. Her friend was gone, but her house was still here, solid and reassuring, weathering this storm as it had others for generations.

Somehow it seemed more important than ever that she bring her children here.

"I see," she repeated, more briskly now, though she thought she saw a surprising understanding in the deep blue of the man's eyes, so disconcertingly familiar. She knew him. She knew she did.

"I suppose I should talk to you, then. The sign out front says there's an apartment for rent. How many bedrooms does it have?"

He gave her a long look before turning away to pick up another board and carry it to the saw. "Three bedrooms, two of them on the small side. Kitchen's been redone in the last few months and the electricity's been upgraded but the bathroom plumbing's still in pretty rough shape."

"I don't care about that, as long as everything works okay. Three bedrooms is exactly the size my children and I need. Is it still available?'

"Can't say."

She pursed her lips. "Why not?"

He shrugged. "I don't own the place. I live a few houses down the beach. I'm just doing some repairs for the owners."

Something about what he said jarred loose a flood of memories and she stared at him more closely. Suddenly everything clicked in and she gasped, stunned she hadn't realized his identity the instant she had clapped eyes on him.

"Will? Will Garrett?"

He peered at her. "Do I know you?"

She managed a smile. "Probably not. It's been years."

She held out a hand, her pulse suddenly wild and erratic, as it had always been around him.

"Julia Blair. You knew me when I was Julia Hudson. My parents rented a cottage between your house and Brambleberry House every summer of my childhood until I was fifteen. I used to follow you and my older brother Charlie around everywhere."

Will Garrett. She'd forgotten so much about those summers, but never him. She had wondered whether she would see him, had wondered about his life and where he might end up. She never expected to find him standing in front of her on her first full day in town.

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On a scale of 1 to 10, gone over it,way beyond. Stupendous reading. It kept me glued to each page. This writer is truly fantastic. I truly loved it!!!
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Sweet story of redemption