Losing to Win (Clearwater)

by Dobson, Marissa

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  Sunshine Press

  Martinsburg, West Virginia

  Losing To Win

  Copyright ©2013, Marissa Dobson

  Edited by Darlene Fredette

  Proofed by: Denise Pysarchuk

  ISBN: 978-1-939978-20-2

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  Losing To Win

  Clearwater Novella

  Marissa Dobson

  Contents

  Praise:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Christmas Countdown Teaser

  Chapter One

  Marissa Dobson

  Other Books by Marissa Dobson

  Praise:

  Clearwater Series

  Winterblom:

  I found Winterbloom to be a sweet and delightful little romance. Ms. Dobson does a wonderful job of creating visual scenes that allow the reader to feel as though they are right there within the story. ~ Romancing the Book

  Unexpected Forever:

  Unexpected Forever made me cry. I’ll admit it; I teared up quite a few times actually…Marissa has yet again written an amazing story full of emotions and detail. I totally recommend reading Unexpected Forever and other great works by Marissa. ~ Crystal Out There

  Alaskan Tigers

  Tiger Time:

  This is the first book that I have read from Marissa Dobson and it definitely won’t be my last. I loved the tiger shapeshifter aspect of this book which I haven’t read much about in previous books. ~ Jennifer at Books-n-Kisses

  When I first read a review for Tiger Time, I knew this was a must read. Now I know that it is definitely a must read for anyone that like were romances. It’s definitely one of those that draws you immediately into the story, and never lets you go… a wonderfully written story of a woman’s journey into the unknown and a man who would show her to her destiny. LOVED IT!!!! Looking forward to the next one in the series. ~ Addicted to Romance

  The Tiger’s Heart:

  This book was so interesting and I loved it. Steamy with lots of twists and turns. Recommend this to anyone who likes Shifter type books. ~ Amazon Reader

  Tigress for Two:

  And the plot thickens. I am really enjoying how the overall story arc of this series is going. There are so many players that it is fascinating to watch the plot unfold. Everyone’s story is connected, but not in the ways that I had originally anticipated and that makes it all the more fun to read. ~ Delphina Reads too Much

  Wow, Tigress for Two was everything I’d hoped it would be after reading some of Marissa Dobson’s other books. She packed a whollop, enticing the reader with angst, suspense, romance and suspense…oh did I say that twice? Well good cause I meant to, because she did a great job of keeping the reader in suspense throughout the whole story. I never knew what was coming next but i was so intrigued I couldn’t put the book down. I seriously never imagined mixing shifter species but it was done well. ~ A Passion for Romance

  Stormkin Series

  Storm Queen:

  To use the word amazing is not too strong when describing this book. I’ve never read anything like it and I loved every minute of it. Do yourself a favor of buying this book, if you don’t you’ll be missing out. ~Rebecca Royce, bestselling author of the The Westervelt Wolves.

  This was a great new addition to the paranormal romance world, it almost had a Urban Fantasy feel because the sex wasn’t the main focus of the story and I LOVED that! I thought each scene was done so well! I will be continuing this series! I can’t wait for the next one! ~ Amazon Reader

  Dedication:

  To Thomas—my wonderful husband.

  I’d also like to thank my readers. Thank you for your support.

  The war vet…

  Juan Carlos Marquez lost everything he valued in one fateful Marine mission. Now an amputee, trying to put the pieces of his life back together, and to still be a provider for his mother and siblings, might be all he can handle.

  The lonely barista…

  Rebecca James found a new beginning in Clearwater after running from a disastrous past. As a part-time barista and studying for her business degree, she rarely has time for socializing, let alone a relationship.

  The instant connection…

  They weren’t looking for love, love found them. Will the sparks between Juan Carlos and Rebecca be just what they need to give them both a happy ending?

  Chapter One

  Juan Carlos Marquez waited for the plane to disembark in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Within the hour, he’d be in Clearwater where he’d agreed to spend the next six weeks helping his former Gunnery Sergeant, Cameron White, with his new business, Clearwater Combat and Guns. JC had no idea what to expect. He was an amputee now. What could he do to help? Yet, when the man who saved his life asked for help, he couldn’t turn his back.

  Since returning from deployment, JC felt like a ship lost at sea. He was unsure what to do, and his family treated him differently now. In that one mission, his life changed so dramatically. He went from being the man of his family—caring for his mother and eight younger siblings, to being useless. At twenty-one, he had provided a decent income for his mother and siblings, thanks to the Marines. But he was recently discharged because of his injury, which left him no other choice but to find something else to do.

  Just the thought of that fateful mission sent phantom pains where his leg should have been. He rubbed his knee above the prosthesis, hoping to chase away the pain. Nothing helped ease the ache. It was never-ending and exhausted him. When the discomfort crept in, it was unbearable, breaking him down until he had nothing left.

  He closed his eyes for a brief second, and that fateful day shot across his memory. Just another normal day of duty, the mission was going smoothly, and everything seemed innocent enough until their Humvee hit an IED. The detonation sent him flying through the air and his leg was in excruciating pain. It wasn’t until he landed hard on the ground, fifteen feet from the explosion, that he realized his leg was gone below the knee.

  Cameron, the man JC owed everything, was there for him—making sure he held on to reality. Cameron reminded him of his family, refusing to let him give up. Cameron got him through the ordeal, and he owed his life to his former Gunnery Sergeant.

  “Sir, excuse me, sir. We’ve landed.”

  Opening his eyes, he saw the flight attendant standing next to his seat in the otherwise empty plane. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t heard her step up beside him.

  “I apologize, ma’am.”

  “It’s fine. Do you have someone waiting for you?” She leaned against the seat in front of him.

  “No one waiting, but I do have an a
ppointment I need to get to.”

  “If you’re new to the area, why don’t I show you around after your appointment? Maybe we can grab some dinner. I don’t fly out again until tomorrow afternoon.” She bent forward to pick up the tray next to him, giving him a glimpse down the front of her blouse.

  “I appreciate the offer, but no thank you.” He rose from his seat, grabbing his carry-on. He was ready to get off of the airplane, find a rental car, and make his way to Clearwater.

  She reached into her pocket and handed him a business card. “Here’s my number if you change your mind. I fly this route a few times a month, so if you ever want to meet, call me.”

  He shoved her card in his pocket and then headed up the aisle. No woman had approached him since his injury. His air of authority and the uniform were gone, taking away the reason so many women were attracted to him in the first place. Now flirtation from a woman made him uncomfortable. He didn’t know what to say.

  He walked quickly off the plane, putting distance between him and the flirtatious flight attendant. The ache in his leg slowed his progress. He hadn’t been this sore since he was fitted with his prosthesis. As soon as he arrived at Clearwater Combat and Guns, he would take his medication to dull the pain, but he hated the pills because they left him in a haze, unable to feel anything.

  Stepping out into the fresh air, he made his way to the rental car. His limp returned, making itself known. He worked so hard to hide it, to pretend he was normal. Though sometimes the limp refused to be hidden.

  * * *

  JC drove up the long gravel driveway, surprised by the beauty spread out before him. Lush trees bloomed, lining each side of the drive. Ahead, were mountains, more trees, and a deep blue sky with fluffy, white clouds. The only sounds, through his open window, were the birds chirping their happy songs.

  This area was so different from the city, which was always busy with blaring horns, people yelling, and the stench of the many different restaurant smells mingling in the open air. He inhaled a deep breath, filling his lungs with the clean mountain air. Rejuvenation eased some of his pain.

  No wonder Cameron never returned to North Carolina. This place would be hard to give up.

  JC knew what it felt like to live in a city where Marines were stationed. Everything was a daily reminder of what he’d lost. In the three short years the Marines became his life, the routine and discipline reflected in every aspect of his life, even now.

  He stepped out of his rental car. Clearwater Combat and Guns was a large building to the right of the driveway. It had to be over three thousand square feet, if not more. The rustic black sign with silver letters had recently been painted. He was impressed with the sheer size of the business, and wouldn’t have guessed a small town needed something so large.

  “You must be Juan Carlos.” A soft female voice called from behind him.

  He turned to find a woman with a baby in her arms walking down the porch of a ranch-style log home. The house dominated the other side of the driveway. Red rose bushes decorated the porch’s perimeter, drawing his gaze before he could view the rest of the house.

  “Yes, ma’am. Please, call me JC. You must be Mrs. White.” He held out his hand.

  “Tessa, please. I’ve heard so much about you. It’s a pleasure to finally have you here.” She placed her delicate hand in his, giving it a gentle shake. “Cameron is in the shop.” Her long brown hair swayed over her shoulders as she rocked the baby in her arms. “Come, I’ll show you around, unless you prefer to settle in first.”

  He wanted his pain meds and to sleep for a while, but he came to help Cameron, and he needed to find out why his friend really wanted him to come here.

  What does he expect from me?

  “No, that’s fine. I’d like to see Cameron.”

  “Very well.” She turned in the direction of the shop, walking next to him instead of in front like most people tended to do since his walk was a little slower. “Cam will be glad you’re here. With our baby daughter, Rosalie, and the business, he doesn’t have time to breathe. Neither of us expected the shop to take off as it has. The other man he hired, Thor, will be teaching most of the hand-to-hand combat, self-defense, karate, and martial art classes, but he doesn’t start until August. So everything’s falling on Cam now.”

  “I’ll do what I can to take some of the burden from him.” JC didn’t add that he’d be useless at physical training.

  She stopped in front of an open door. “Well, I’ll let you two divide the work load. I’ll be up at the house. When you’re ready, I’ll show you to your room.”

  “Don’t think you’re going to get away that easy.” A deep, raspy voice JC remembered from his days in the Marines, hollered from inside the room. “Bring my little Rosie in here.”

  JC followed Tessa into the office and found Cameron behind a large cherry wood desk. His hair was a little longer and contentment glistened in his eyes. Pictures of his family filled the walls. Cameron, the man who drilled into JC that marriage and Marines didn’t mix, had found the two things he always said weren’t for him—happiness and family.

  Cameron took the baby from Tessa, hoisted Rosalie in his arms, and then shook JC’s hand. “I’m glad you came. Have a seat.”

  JC couldn’t believe his former Gunnery Sergeant, who had dedicated his life to the core, was now a family man. He held the baby like a seasoned father, yet JC couldn’t help but think how small the baby seemed to be in the big man’s arms.

  “Cam, I was going to put Rosie down for a nap.” Tessa smiled at her husband cradling their daughter, and then pointed a finger. “If you’d come up to the house before she went to bed at night you’d get to see more of her.”

  Cameron winked at JC. “Don’t let my wife’s sweet smile fool you. She’s quite a drill sergeant, worse than I was to you and the rest of the men.” He leaned to kiss Rosie’s head. “I’m hoping with JC here that will all change. I have some stuff to go over with him, and we’ll be up shortly. No work tonight. I’m going to throw some steaks on the grill and we’ll relax.”

  “I’ll believe that when I see it.” She snuggled their daughter in her arm and gave her husband a quick kiss before leaving.

  JC sat in the leather chair across from Cameron’s desk, waiting for Cameron to explain why he had asked him to come to Clearwater. When he didn’t say anything JC spoke up, he couldn’t take the anticipation any longer. “Why did you really ask me to come here?”

  “I need help with the shop, and who better than someone I know that has the training and experience. You’re like a brother to me. That made the decision easy.”

  His statement meant a lot to JC, but the obvious still remained. “Cameron, I’m a cripple, I can’t run a business.” JC rubbed his leg to make a point. “I’m sure there were many others you could’ve called, why me?”

  “You? Because there’s no one better. You were an excellent Marine, and just because you lost your leg doesn’t mean you lost your life. I asked you here to help me, and you’ll soon learn that you still have a lot of life to live. It’s a win-win situation.” He picked up a file on his desk and tossed it into a drawer. “For all those years, I let the Marines control every aspect of my life, but now I’m a free man, and I couldn’t be happier. I never thought life outside of the Marines would ever be something I’d want to explore, let alone enjoy. You’ll be surprised at how well you adjust.” He smiled. “I know what you’re going through. I’ve seen the same uncertainty in other soldiers. Clearwater is just the place where you can find yourself and your future.”

  JC frowned. “I’m not the same person. A place doesn’t change you. I’ll never be whole again no matter what I find here in Clearwater. I’ll do whatever I can to help you, but my leg will always be an issue. One I can’t move past.”

  “Your leg doesn’t master you. You’re in control of your life. If you think of your prosthesis as a hindrance, it will always hold you back. You’ll never discover the future. We thrived on schedules, missi
ons, deployments, and danger for years, but there’s so much more. Now is your time to discover it.” Cameron passed him a folder.

  It would have been a waste of time arguing with Cameron. He’d always held strong beliefs, one was the will to overcome anything. So if JC believed in something strong enough, he’d succeed? But being a cripple wasn’t something he could will his mind to let go of. “I still don’t understand why you want me. I can’t teach the classes you offer here. What do you want me to do?” He held the folder in his hands, but didn’t open it.

  “Inside you’ll find a list of jobs you can help me with—running the office, signing up clients for the courses, following up phone calls and emails, acquiring gun registration, and so on. You can also oversee the shooting range, assist with the gun training, and I’m sure there’s more I’m not thinking of. What do you say, will you at least give it a try?”

  “If I wasn’t willing to help you, I wouldn’t be here. I just don’t want to let you down.” JC flipped through the pages in the folder. They contained all the basic information about the business he’d need to familiarize with if he was going to be assuming the office duties and allowing Cameron more time with his wife and new daughter. “When do you want me to start?”

  Cameron smiled and extended his arm cross the large cherry wood desk. When JC leaned forward to shake his hand, Cameron added. “Welcome aboard. Tomorrow we can start going over the computer system and get everyone registered. It’s a great time to learn because it will be slow until the classes begin in August.” He pushed the black leather chair back from the desk and stood. “Why don’t we head to the house? You can settle in and review the folder. I’ll get the steaks on the grill.”

  Chapter Two

  Rebecca James tossed her law book on the counter, and then tied her apron around her waist. The best thing about working the late morning shift at Express-Ohh’s was the time it allowed her to study. The café wouldn’t pick up until the lunch crowd strolled in, giving her at least another hour to master all she needed to know for her upcoming test on employment regulations.