RaeAnne Thayne Hope's Crossings Series Volume One: Blackberry SummerWoodrose MountainSweet Laurel Falls

by RaeAnne Thayne

  “Oh, this is lovely,” one of the women exclaimed, holding up a wire-wrapped necklace made of semiprecious stones that Claire had made earlier in the summer.

  “Those are all native Colorado stones,” Evie said, grateful for the distraction from her thoughts. “We work with a rock collector in Denver who finds them and prepares them for us.”

  “Exquisite. Simply exquisite,” the woman said.

  “Buy it, May,” the other one said. “It can be a birthday present to yourself.”

  “Oh, I shouldn’t,” May said.

  “Go ahead and try it on,” Evie said, pulling out the hand mirror from below the makeshift counter.

  The older women hesitated for a moment then acquiesced and Evie knew she had the sale. Once the customer tried something on, odds were great she would decide she liked the feel of it enough to buy it.

  Sure enough, May turned this way and that in the mirror before pulling out her credit card. Eventually she and her sister left with two pairs of earrings each and another necklace centered around an antique cameo brooch Evie had found in a thrift store and repurposed.

  Would she be like that woman when she was in her seventies, buying birthday presents for herself because she didn’t have anyone else to buy them for her? Or would she ever be able to take that risk and love without holding that safe piece back?

  * * *

  ALMOST HOME.

  The happy lift of her spirits to be returning to Hope’s Crossing always took Evie a little by surprise. As the curves in the road—the shape of the mountains—became more familiar to her, she sat up a little straighter and some of the leftover tension from the hectic weekend seemed to seep away.

  A storm was moving in. Lightning flashed in the mountain peaks from black-edged, roiling clouds. She adored thunderstorms in Hope’s Crossing, when she could sit on the wide ledge of her windows overlooking Main Street and watch the lighting arc across the tops of the mountains.

  She was sure to enjoy this one even more, knowing she wouldn’t have to scramble under the awning at the festival, trying frantically to protect the wares from the elements. All the remaining inventory—what little was left of it—was safely tucked away in boxes in the back of her car now and she was done with showing beadwork except at the store for a while.

  The weather had been gorgeous all weekend and the arts fair had drawn huge crowds looking to escape the heat of lower elevations. Sales had been brisk, much better than any of the other fairs she’d attended all summer. Even so, she was happy to be done with the traveling.

  As she’d expected, the town was quiet. People were probably having Labor Day barbecues or driving back from camping or boating somewhere.

  She felt as if she’d been out of touch for weeks instead of only a few days. Much to her chagrin, she had been so discombobulated by that kiss she and Brodie had shared that she had somehow forgotten to pack the charger for her cell phone. Though she’d been more than a little lost without her phone and had been tempted to search Crested Butte until she could find another charger, the hours of the art fair had left her with little free time the first day, and by the second day she had decided no one needed to reach her that badly.

  Woodrose Mountain loomed above town and she had a sudden wild urge to unwind with a moonlight hike after the long drive. Probably not the smartest idea, with that lightning flashing around, even if Jacques were with her to scare away any night-roaming critters.

  She missed that crazy dog. She was almost tempted to drive to the Thornes’ to get him, if she could figure out a way to sneak him out without encountering Brodie. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing, if he caught her at it? Better to just wait until the morning, she supposed.

  Thunder rumbled as she parked behind the store. A few drops of rain splattered her as she hurried for the back garden with her suitcase. She fumbled in the darkness with the garden gate latch but finally found it and pushed it open—only to be met by a familiar, well-mannered bark.

  She froze. Impossible. Brodie would never have dropped Jacques off and just left him there, would he, especially not with inclement weather threatening? She must be imagining things.

  After a few moments, her eyes adjusted to the darkness in time to see Jacques bounding to her, his fur gleaming as the moon briefly peeked out from behind the rain clouds.

  The dog wasn’t alone, she realized an instant later as Brodie uncoiled from one of the chairs around the patio table.

  “Brodie! What are you doing here?”

  “Waiting for you.”

  The low words shivered down her spine and she swallowed. “This is becoming a bad habit.”

  His face was a pale blur in the dim light. “Tell me about it. I was a little desperate to talk to you tonight.”

  Her pulse skittered. “Oh?”

  “My mother told me you planned to be home this evening. I figured it would be easier to catch you tonight than in the morning.”

  “Has Jacques really been that much trouble?”

  He scratched the dog behind the ears and received an adoring gaze in return. “What? No. He’s been fine. Taryn had a great time with him. You were right. He’s a very well-mannered dog. We quite enjoyed having the company.”

  As if in punctuation, lightning flashed and almost simultaneously a huge thunderclap shook the building. She jumped and Jacques instantly left Brodie’s side to pad toward her. He brushed against her, his sturdy body warm and comforting, and her heart swelled with affection for this creature who gave his love with such sweet generosity.

  Rain began to spatter in earnest now, stirring up the delicious scent of dirt and flowers and wet brick. Another flash of lighting arced across the sky, followed by the rumble of thunder.

  “Why don’t you come inside before we’re all drenched? We can talk upstairs.”

  “Good idea.” He grabbed her suitcase from her before she could protest and headed for the narrow stairway.

  As she expected, her house was once more stuffy, as it had been the first time he had come to see her. She went to the windows and opened them and immediately a cool, rain-scented breeze floated in, fluttering the curtains.

  “Sit down. Can I get you something to drink?”

  “You just returned from a trip. You don’t need to play the perfect hostess here. You sit down.”

  She was tired. Exhaustion crashed over her in waves now that she was done driving. She sank onto the couch and he sat next to her on the comfy armchair she’d bought at a furniture show in Denver and hauled home on top of her car.

  Jacques wandered around the apartment, sniffing every corner as if reacquainting himself with the space. That intense awareness of Brodie seemed to curl through her and all she could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have his arms wrapped around her right now, to lean on someone else for a change.

  “What’s going on, Brodie?”

  He sighed, looking suddenly uncomfortable. “I need advice.”

  And he was coming to her? “Of course. What’s up?”

  “You heard about Charlie’s court appearance, right?”

  “Oh, I’d forgotten that. I haven’t heard anything. My phone’s been dead and I forgot to take my charger.”

  “Ah. So that’s why you didn’t take my calls. I’ve been trying to reach you since you left town. I thought perhaps you were avoiding me.”

  “Why would I do that?” she asked innocently, but even she wasn’t convinced. If her phone had been working she probably would have avoided his call.

  “I couldn’t figure it out. But I’m heading out tomorrow on business and before I left I really needed your opinion about what to do.”

  “I’m sorry. Start from the beginning. What happened with Charlie’s court appearance?”

  “You’re not going to believe it.”

  “Then tell me, for pity’s sake!” she exclaimed.

  He made a rueful face. “I’m still trying to soak it in, if you want the truth. He pleaded guilty to all counts. The negligent homi
cide, underage drinking, driving while intoxicated. All of it. It was a total shock to everyone.”

  She stared, not quite sure how to respond. Oh, Charlie, she thought. “And his father was okay with that?”

  “I don’t think he had any idea what the kid was planning. I thought he and the other attorneys were going to wet themselves trying to shut the kid up.”

  “The judge allowed it?”

  He nodded solemnly. “If you had heard Charlie, you would have understood why. He was very convincing. He said he understood what he’d done was wrong, that he deeply regretted the harm he had caused to individuals and the town as a whole, and he was prepared to pay his debt to society. He was quite persuasive. Judge Kawa couldn’t help but take him at his word.”

  She pictured Mayor Beaumont and his wife, Laura. She imagined both of them were completely certain their son would wriggle out of the charges against him. Why wouldn’t he, when he had their money and power to help him?

  Maybe this was all some sort of elaborate plea agreement in exchange for leniency at sentencing.

  She turned her attention back to Brodie and found him waiting for her reaction. She still didn’t understand what this had to do with her and why he was here soliciting her opinion. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. Of course. His actions took one life and ruined another. He needs to pay.” He raked a hand through his hair, his features torn.

  “But?”

  “I don’t know. Nothing. Just…it struck me in that courtroom that he’s just a kid. Barely seventeen.”

  This was the first time she’d seen him be at all compassionate toward the boy. It warmed her deep inside and, foolishly, made her want to weep.

  “Thank you for telling me about Charlie,” she finally managed. “I’m still curious about what you need from me.”

  “Taryn is beside herself. She overheard me talking to my mother about it and she totally freaked. Since Friday, the only thing she wants to talk about is how she is going to speak at his sentencing hearing this week. I need you to help me convince her not to do that.”

  “Why?”

  “She listens to you. She trusts you. You’ve been able to reach her in ways no one else has since the accident.”

  She shook her head. “I haven’t been the one to reach her, Brodie. I don’t know why you refuse to listen to me about this. Charlie is the one who helped her turn the corner.”

  “Maybe he’s helped, but you have a bond with her. I know how hard you’ve worked to help her. She won’t listen to me but maybe she’ll pay attention if you tell her what a mistake it would be for her to appear at the hearing.”

  “What’s so very terrible about it?”

  He stood up restlessly and paced to the window, where he leaned against the sill. “She’s come a long way, no doubt. Compared to where she was when she first came home from the hospital, she’s like a different girl. But this. Standing in front of the whole damn town and trying to communicate her thoughts inside the pressure cooker of a crowded courtroom. She’s not ready for that. It’s too much, too soon.”

  She understood his position. He was concerned for his child and wanted to protect her as much as he could. He didn’t want her to be hurt, which was perfectly understandable. Yet how could she make him understand that Taryn ought to be the judge of her own capabilities? His daughter was more than competent enough to make this decision. If she thought she could handle the stress of trying to speak in a courtroom, Brodie needed to give her the chance.

  “I’m going to say something here. I don’t want you to take it the wrong way.”

  He laughed roughly. “When somebody prefaces a sentence like that, it’s usually very tough to take it any other way.”

  “I know you have Taryn’s best interests at heart. She knows that, too. You’re a good father and you want to protect your daughter from ridicule and embarrassment. That’s admirable, Brodie.”

  “But?”

  Lightning flashed behind him and the low rumble of thunder that followed left her in an odd, restless mood. She didn’t want to get into this with him right now, when she was tired and feeling so strange and out of sorts—but if he was leaving town, she wouldn’t have another chance to argue on Taryn’s behalf.

  She drew in a breath and stood as well, joining him at the window where the cooling breeze helped settle her a little. “You need to have a little more faith in Taryn. You’re not doing her any favors by protecting her and wanting to keep her tucked away safe at home. She’s got to rejoin the world sooner or later. I think you need to let her go back to school like she wants. And I think you should let her speak at this sentencing hearing, if that’s her wish. She’s tougher than you think.”

  He leaned against the window and closed his eyes. “Every father would like to believe he’s raised his daughter to be tough and resilient. But not every father has lived through what I have these last four months. Not every father has had to hold his daughter in his arms, knowing she’s a dozen machines away from dying. Not every father has had to sit by his child’s bedside day after gut-wrenching day, praying she was still somewhere trapped inside this twisted, damaged, unresponsive body. While she was in a coma, I prepared myself that we were going to lose her. For nearly two freaking months, I had to brace myself whenever I walked into that damn hospital, wondering if this would be the day.”

  Lightning flashed behind him again and tears scorched her throat at the raw pain in his eyes. He was not a man who shared his emotions easily and she was extraordinarily touched that he would choose to do so with her.

  “Yeah, I might be too overprotective. Maybe I need to let go a little. But I can’t seem to help wanting to shield her from any more pain after everything she’s been through. Don’t you think I’ve earned that?”

  “Yes,” she murmured, helpless against the urge to comfort him, to ease a little of that pain in the only way she could. Though her brain warned her this was foolhardy in the extreme, the emotion of the moment demanded she do something.

  She wrapped her arms around his waist and offered the only comfort she could. He didn’t move for a long second and then he wrapped his arms tightly around her and held on as if she were the only thing between him and a raging ocean.

  They stood together for a long time in her stuffy apartment while the thunder rumbled outside and the rain clicked against the window. A soft peace seemed to eddy around them like the breeze, quiet and sweet.

  She was falling in love with him. The truth poured over her like that breeze and the urge to weep again burned behind her eyelids.

  She pushed it away for now, quite certain she would have plenty of time to fret about that stunning truth later, after he left. For now, she needed to focus on the reason he had come to her.

  “I understand you want to protect your daughter, Brodie. You absolutely have earned that right. You’ve done everything you can to give her the life she had before.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “But don’t you think that after everything she’s been through, Taryn has also earned the right to have a hand on the rudder of her destiny?”

  He stared at her and then closed his eyes, pulling her closer. She wanted to run from these feelings inside her, from this soft and subtle binding of their hearts.

  “Damn it. Why do you have to be so smart about everything?”

  Oh, if he only knew. She had been so very, very foolish about so many things. She should have said no that very first night he had come to her here to ask for her help with Taryn. She had known somehow that if she agreed, everything would change. All her careful barriers would tumble down and she would become vulnerable once more to pain and heartbreak and life.

  The world she had created here in Hope’s Crossing—safe and serene, comfortable—would drift away now like fall-turned leaves caught in the current.

  She was falling in love with Brodie Thorne and she knew it would not end well for her.

  Despite that knowledge singing through her mind, wh
en he lowered his head to kiss her she didn’t have the requisite strength to step away. All she could do was lean into him and savor the sense of rightness that defied all sense.

  The kiss began as merely a soft brush of his mouth against hers, easy and slow, like a quiet rain just before dawn. The sheer sweetness destroyed the last of her defenses and she was helpless to pull away when he leaned his hips against the edge of the deep windowsill, his long legs stretched out on either side of her, and pulled her closer so her mouth was perfectly on level with his.

  Lightning flashed behind him. Would she ever view a Hope’s Crossing thunderstorm in exactly the same way, or would that burst of atmospheric energy forever remind her of this moment, in her apartment with Brodie’s arms around her and his mouth teasing and tasting each inch of hers until her thoughts were tangled and her knees were weak?

  They kissed there for a long time while the wet breeze drifted in and the rain pattered down outside the window and the lightning slowed to only occasional flares.

  Some annoying little part of her mind cautioned her they needed to stop before things went too far but as the kiss deepened and Brodie’s mouth licked and teased hers, the rest of her decided to ignore the warning for now.

  She didn’t protest when he tugged her to the sofa and pulled her down beside him, his body male and solid and wonderful next to hers. She was too busy relishing the solid strength of him, the delicious heat.

  Nor did she think to object when his mouth trailed delectable kisses across the curve of her cheekbone and down the length of her neck, his breath warm and erotic against her skin.

  By the time his fingers began to play at the buttons of her shirt, that voice of warning had quieted to barely discernable whimpers. This was Brodie. She was falling in love with him and being here with him while the rain whispered against the window seemed exactly right.

  CHAPTER TWELVE