The Family He Didn't Expect

by Shirley Jump

  He’s only in town for a short visit—

  Unless a single mom can convince him to stay?

  Dylan Millwright’s bittersweet homecoming gets a whole lot sweeter when the former bad boy meets Abby Cooper. But the gorgeous hard-working mother of two is all about “the ties that bind,” and Dylan isn’t looking for strings to keep him down. Until he starts connecting with Abby’s troubled teenage son—and becomes a substitute daddy to her younger boy, too! Do this bachelor’s wandering ways conceal the secretly yearning heart of a family man?

  Dylan moved into the space beside her. The heat from his body mingled with the heat from the grill. She wanted to reach out and touch him, feel the muscles underneath his shirt. Lean into him for another of those amazing kisses.

  “Hey, you had a hard day,” Dylan said. “Hell, a hard week, between working, helping at the center and taking care of the boys. Why don’t you let me grill?”

  “I thought you couldn’t cook.”

  “I can’t. But when it comes to tending something on a fire, I’m your man.” He flexed his biceps and gave her a grin.

  I’m your man.

  The words hit her hard and carved a chink in that wall Abby had kept around her heart for years. How she wanted to put stock in those words, even if he was saying it as a joke. How she wanted to trust that he was the kind of man who would stay around, who would be a role model for her boys, who would share the workload that weighed heavy on her shoulders, who would treat her with kindness and love.

  But she knew better. Dylan himself had told her he wasn’t hanging around. That he wasn’t the kind of guy to put down roots.

  * * *

  THE STONE GAP INN...

  Where Love Comes Home

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome back to Stone Gap! I have to say, I’m always thrilled to be able to revisit my fictional little North Carolina town. I’ve written so many books with these characters, they’re almost family. The first few Stone Gap books introduced you to the Barlow brothers. Now, in this new series, the matriarch of the family, Della Barlow, has opened a B and B called the Stone Gap Inn.

  In this first book in my new series, you’ll meet Dylan Millwright, the wayward brother of Sam, from Winning the Nanny’s Heart. Dylan has returned to town to help his beloved uncle run the local youth center for a few days before moving on to a job in Maine. What Dylan doesn’t count on is meeting Abby Cooper, a woman he simply can’t forget, and her two young boys, who are just as lost as Dylan. Add in a few adorable puppies, and you’ve got all the warm fuzzies right here!

  I hope you enjoy your stay at the Stone Gap Inn and hope you return to the inn next month, to read Abby’s sister Melanie’s story in Their Last Second Chance.

  As always, enjoy and thanks so much for reading!

  Shirley Jump

  The Family He Didn’t Expect

  Shirley Jump

  New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Shirley Jump spends her days writing romance so she can avoid the towering stack of dirty dishes, eat copious amounts of chocolate and reward herself with trips to the mall. Visit her website at shirleyjump.com for author news and a book list, and follow her at Facebook.com/shirleyjump.author for giveaways and deep discussions about important things like chocolate and shoes.

  Books by Shirley Jump

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  The Barlow Brothers

  The Homecoming Queen Gets Her Man

  The Instant Family Man

  The Tycoon’s Proposal

  The Firefighter’s Family Secret

  Winning the Nanny’s Heart

  Harlequin Romance

  If the Red Slipper Fits...

  Midnight Kiss, New Year Wish

  How to Lasso a Cowboy

  The Princess Test

  Family Christmas in Riverbend

  One Day to Find a Husband

  How the Playboy Got Serious

  Return of the Last McKenna

  Mistletoe Kisses with the Billionaire

  The Matchmaker’s Happy Ending

  The Christmas Baby Surprise

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  To Barb and Donna, two of the smartest and

  best friends I could ever ask for. Here’s to

  more laughs and a lifetime of cocktail Fridays.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from The Dating Arrangement by Kerri Carpenter

  Chapter One

  Dylan Millwright sat in his Jeep, parked on a slight hill. Stone Gap, North Carolina, lay before him, lazy, content and still in the late October sunshine. When he was eight, he’d climbed the side of this hill with his older brother and felt like he’d conquered Mt. Everest. When he was sixteen, he’d brought Mary Alice Hathaway to this very hill and mistaken lust for love. At seventeen, he’d quit high school and crested the hill once again, but this time vowing to leave the small town where he’d grown up in his rearview mirror forever.

  Forever had lasted a little over ten years. Then Uncle Ty had called, said I need you, kid, and Dylan had dropped everything. There were very few people in the world that Dylan would do that for. Uncle Ty was at the top of the list. Dylan had no idea how long he was going to be here, or what Uncle Ty needed, but that was okay. Dylan was used to living by the seat of his pants, with no more formal commitment than a handshake.

  He looked out over the town one last time, then drew in a deep breath. Then he climbed back into his Jeep and headed down the hill and into downtown Stone Gap. Not much had changed, as if the whole town was caught in a time warp. Sadie’s Clip ‘n’ Curl still marked the beginning of Main Street, followed by the ice cream parlor, a couple diners, Gator’s Garage, Betty’s Bakery, Joe’s Barbershop...

  Small-town America, on a first-name basis with everyone.

  Hopefully he wouldn’t be caught in this Norman Rockwell painting for very long. Dylan paused at the intersection with Juniper Street, took a left, then pulled into the parking lot of a long, low-slung building. The white paint was fading, peeling, and the roof had a few broken shingles. The morning rain had left the grass richly green and knocked a few light branches to the ground. The sign out front looked brighter than Dylan remembered, but still said the same thing, like a promise he could depend upon:

  Millwright Family Children’s Community Center

  Uncle Ty and Aunt Virginia, who’d never had children of their own, had opened the center two decades ago. Kids from all over came here, filling the game rooms and the basketball courts out back, mostly after school and always on Saturdays. Dylan himself had spent many an afternoon here, often after a fight with his parents or yet another grounding for breaking a rule (or ten). Uncle Ty and Aunt Virginia had always welcomed him with open arms, providing a refuge for kids who really needed one.

  A month ago, Aunt Virginia had died. Dylan had been hiking in Colorado and didn’t get the message until after the funeral. Then Uncle Ty had called, his voice breaking with grie
f, and asked Dylan to come help.

  He headed inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim interior, and his ears to the din. A couple of teenage boys were playing ping-pong at the scarred table with the Swiss cheese net in the rec room. Two others were immersed in an older generation PlayStation or Xbox. Another few were sprawled across the battered leather sofas, watching a football game. The teenagers, a motley, kind of scruffy crew, barely noticed him enter. At a set of small chrome and laminate tables on the left, a quartet of little kids were making some kind of craft with Mavis Beacham that involved a whole lot of glue and a tub of colorful beads.

  As soon as she saw Dylan, Mavis got to her feet and opened her arms. “Dylan Millwright, as I live and breathe! What are you doing here?”

  Before he could answer, she was drawing him into a tight hug. Mavis was an ample woman, the kind that embodied welcome. She’d been his neighbor when he was growing up, and had always made time for both the Millwright boys, keeping a jar of their favorite peppermints by her door for whenever they passed by.

  “Tell me you’re staying at the inn while you’re here,” Mavis said. “Della Barlow and I turned Gareth Richardson’s house into something amazing. You’ll love it there.”

  Leave it to Mavis to not even ask Dylan about staying with his brother. She knew him well, and had seen the squabbles between the boys. He smiled at her. “I wouldn’t dream of staying anywhere else, Mavis.”

  She cupped his face between both her palms. “I’m glad you’re home, Dylan. Real glad. Your uncle needs you.”

  “I’m glad I’m here, too, Mavis,” Dylan said. He didn’t correct her on calling Stone Gap home. She loved this town far more than he ever had, so he let that go and instead gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

  Uncle Ty was sitting in his office, behind a wide plate-glass window. He looked up, saw Dylan and started waving as he got out of his seat and came around the door. “Dylan! You made it!”

  Dylan crossed the room and gave Uncle Ty a big hug. His uncle was five foot nine, a few inches shorter than Dylan, and used to be nearly as wide as he was tall. But since the last time Dylan had seen him, his uncle had lost at least twenty pounds. He had a friendly, open face, and though his graying hair was thinning a little and receding a lot, he still looked younger than his sixty years. As long as Dylan had known him, Uncle Ty had been a kid at heart. “Good to see you, Uncle Ty.”

  “You too, son. You too.” He patted Dylan’s back. “I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you too.” Dylan drew back. “I’m really sorry about Aunt Virginia.”

  Ty’s eyes filled. “She was one of a kind. Lord, I loved that woman.”

  “Everyone who met her did, too,” Dylan said. Aunt Virginia had had one of those larger-than-life personalities. The kind of woman who welcomed perfect strangers into her home and fed them pork and beans on a Saturday night. The kind of woman who knitted blankets for the homeless and baked pies for the poor. She’d been the lifeblood of the community center. Even though the rooms were still teeming with activity, it felt as if some of the air had gone out of the space, but Dylan didn’t want to say that. “Looks like the place is as busy as ever. And exactly the same as when I was here.”

  Uncle Ty chuckled. “You know me. Change is a four-letter word. I don’t like to mess with a winning formula.” Then his uncle sobered and draped an arm over Dylan’s shoulder, lowering his voice as the two of them walked toward the office. “Thank God you came when I called. I can’t manage this place on my own. You know Virginia—she was my right and my left hand here. I’m just...lost without her.”

  Dylan could see that in his uncle’s eyes, hear it in his voice. He’d never known anyone who loved another person as much as Virginia and Ty had loved each other. They’d had movie love, the kind you only saw in some Nicholas Sparks flick. And now, Virginia was gone, and Uncle Ty looked like he was marooned on a deserted island.

  “Whatever you need,” Dylan said. “I’ve got a couple weeks where I don’t have to be anywhere. I can start on some of the maintenance or—”

  Ty drew in a deep breath. “Actually, I want you to work with the kids. At least for today. I’m just having a...well, a rough afternoon and I can’t do it.”

  The statement hung in the stale air of Ty’s office. For a second, Dylan thought he hadn’t heard his uncle right. “Work...with the kids? Me?”

  Uncle Ty ran a hand through his thinning hair. His face was lined, his eyes tired. His usual smile had disappeared, as if he’d lost it and couldn’t remember where it was. “I just can’t. It’s not that I don’t still love all these kids and love my job, but it’s too much right now. How am I supposed to tell these kids how to get their lives on track when mine is so far off the rails? I’m doing all I can to manage the books and clean the bathrooms once in a while.”

  “Uncle Ty, I don’t have a degree in child psychology like Aunt Virginia, or a background in social work like you do.”

  “No, but you have life experience. And sometimes, that’s what gets through to the tough cases better than any therapy you throw at them.”

  Yeah, he had life experience, but it wasn’t the kind he figured these kids should have. Like running away from home at seventeen. Hitchhiking from here to California, funding his way with odd jobs. He’d been picked up by the cops a few times—mainly for loitering and underage drinking—and wound his way around the country ever since, never staying in any one place long. He’d worked fishing charters in Florida, potato farms in Idaho, building projects in Minnesota. He’d feel like a hypocrite if he told the kids that settling down and working hard would make them happy in the end. What did he know about settling down—or finding happiness? “I don’t think I can do this, Uncle Ty. I’m not cut out for it at all.”

  “I know you think that,” Ty said, “but you’re more suited than anyone I know. You grew up here—”

  “And didn’t exactly turn out to be a Nobel Prize winner.”

  “No, but you did turn into a hell of a good man.”

  Dylan shook that off. If there was one adjective he’d use for himself, it sure wasn’t good. “Can’t you hire someone? Someone with a degree or something?”

  “You know this place has always operated on a shoestring budget, Dylan. Anyone I hired would have to be working for almost nothing.” Ty put a hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “Just give it a try for a little while. For me, please?”

  Dylan took another look at his uncle. Ty’s shoulders sagged low, and there was a blankness in his features that Dylan had never seen before, as if Uncle Ty was a fading photo. He’d lost the love of his life, and it had drained every bit of the color out of his world.

  “All right. You can count on me, but only for a temporary gig, okay?” Dylan said, with a lot more conviction than he felt. Dylan never had been the kind of guy anyone—especially anyone in this town—had counted on for anything more than a ride to the liquor store on Friday night.

  Relief flooded Ty’s face. “Thank you, Dylan. It’s just for a few days. I need to...find myself again, you know? Without Virginia, I’m...half of who I used to be.”

  Ty and Virginia had loved each other in that way most people aspired to and never found. Dylan had no such aspirations. He didn’t want to be tied down, to any one place or any one person. He was here now, but he wasn’t planning on staying one second longer than necessary.

  Dylan slung his backpack into the corner beside a teetering stack of boxes and the world’s largest supply of colored construction paper. He still wasn’t sure he was cut out for this, but maybe if he gave Ty a day or two off, things would get back to normal. “Just tell me what to do.”

  “The little kids are doing okay. Mavis has them making some kind of rainbow thing with beads.” Ty gestured toward the round table, headed by the generously sized, warm and affectionate African American woman. The kids gravitated to her like ants to honey, and from the
smile on her face, Mavis loved every minute with them.

  “She was awesome when I was a kid,” Dylan said. “I’m glad she’s still volunteering here.”

  “Me, too. Though she has fewer hours to spare, since she’s running the inn with Della Barlow.” Ty nodded, then he waved toward the sofas. “Take the teen circle, will you? The rest of them will be here any minute. All you have to do is prompt them to talk, and believe me, they’ll talk your ear off. Remind them to keep it positive.”

  “Uncle Ty—”

  Ty put a hand on Dylan’s arm, cutting off his protest. “You’ve walked the walk and talked the talk and broken the same rules these kids have. But then you turned yourself around, got a great job with that company up in Maine... I can’t think of a better person than you to connect with them.”

  His uncle had a point. If there was one thing Dylan had succeeded at in life, it was being a rebellious teenager. He’d broken pretty much every rule his parents had set forth, and quite a few put in place by the state of North Carolina. If there was a way to get away with doing the wrong thing, Dylan knew it. These kids, sprawled across the sofas like human afghans, weren’t going to be able to get anything past him. And whether they knew it or not, they shared some common ground with him.

  The door to the center opened and a leggy brunette woman carrying a briefcase strode in, followed by a singing four-year-old and a sullen teenage boy who looked like he’d rather disappear inside his gray hoodie than be here. The smaller kid peeled off and beelined for Mavis’s table, while the teenager propped himself against the wall closest to the door. But Dylan’s gaze remained on the brunette.

  Stunning. That was the only word that came to mind.

  She had long brown hair that tumbled around her shoulders. Her eyes were masked by sunglasses, but they couldn’t hide a face that had that kind of delicate bone structure that made him think of Aunt Virginia’s porcelain teacups. The woman was wearing a dark navy skirt, a white button-down blouse with the cuffs turned back and a bright red beaded necklace swinging down to her waist. Then there were the heels—tall, spiky, dark blue shoes that offset incredible legs and made something deep inside Dylan go hot.