Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Book Description
Books by Christine Kersey
Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty One
Chapter Thirty Two
Chapter Thirty Three
Epilogue
Second Chances
Christine Kersey
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Second Chances
Copyright 2014 Christine Kersey
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Book Description
Second Chances is the sequel to Over You. This book descriptions contains spoilers for Over You.
After surviving an attack by a madman, Jessica’s terror turns to joy when Kyle admits that he never stopped loving her after breaking their engagement five years before. Though thrilled that he still loves her, she is uncertain how he feels about Melanie, the woman he was dating when Jessica came back to town. Complicating matters, Melanie seems less than willing to give up the man she loves, the man who is like a father to her young daughter.
When Jessica begins receiving frightening warnings, she is unsure who is behind them. With several people in her life who are unhappy with her, Jessica doesn’t know who to be scared of and who to trust.
Will she discover who wishes her harm before that person’s desires are fulfilled? And will this second chance with Kyle come to fruition, or will he decide to take another path?
Books by Christine Kersey
Lily’s Story Trilogy
He Loves Me Not (Lily’s Story, Book 1)
Don’t Look Back (Lily’s Story, Book 2)
Love At Last (Lily’s Story, Book 3)
Ty and Alyssa’s Story — coming Fall, 2014
Parallel Trilogy
Gone (Parallel Trilogy, Book 1)
Imprisoned (Parallel Trilogy, Book 2)
Hunted (Parallel Trilogy, Book 3)
Morgan and Billy, a Parallel story — coming May, 2014
The Other Morgan, a Parallel story — coming August, 2014
Over You — 2 book series
Over You
Second Chances (sequel to Over You)
Standalone Books
Suspicions
No Way Out
Box Sets
Parallel Trilogy (includes Gone, Imprisoned, and Hunted)
Lily’s Story (includes He Loves Me Not, Don’t Look Back, and Love At Last)
Acknowledgements
I’d like to take a moment to thank all of my wonderful beta readers. As usual, they gave me fantastic feedback on Second Chances, helping me to improve it, and I so appreciate their willingness to help me out. Their names are listed below, alphabetically by first name.
Abigail W.
Ali Fruit
Angela Macias Dial
Cheryl A. Lanegan
Corinn Kendall
Evelyn A. Cohen
Jennifer Dhillon
Kathy Labossiere
Kris Bird
Kym Smith
Laura Anne Kersey
Laura L. Ratcliff
Linda Sexton
Lisa Wilkerson
Marie Madison
Michelle Lynne Rivera
Robyn Maitland
Sandy Shepard
Tiffini Le Jeune
Traci Sessions
And last, but certainly not least, a huge thank you to my spectacular editor, Annette Fruit.
Chapter One
It had been two days since she’d nearly been killed by a madman, and one day since the man she’d never stopped loving had confessed his love for her, and now, as Jessica recuperated in her aunt’s sunroom, she finally felt all was right in her world. Yes, this newly rekindled relationship with Kyle was still fresh and tender, but her hopes were extraordinarily high that they would be able to work through the challenges that they were sure to encounter.
The sound of Kyle descending the staircase filled her with anticipation, and when he entered the sunroom where she was reading, she set her book down and smiled at him.
He smiled in return, his sea green eyes showing his pleasure in seeing her. “I wanted to let you know that I’m going to run a couple of errands.”
“Okay.”
His smile grew as he walked over to her and placed his hands on the arms of her chair, then leaned towards her.
She smiled up at him, eager to receive the kiss he offered. As his lips touched hers, her arms went around his neck, holding him close.
“This is going to take some getting used to,” he said as he pulled away a moment later.
“What?” she said, one eyebrow arched.
“Being able to kiss you whenever I want.”
Her smile grew. “I know I’ll be able to adjust.”
Laughing, he straightened, forcing her arms to release him. “That’s what I’m counting on.”
“Don’t be long,” she said.
“I won’t. But if I want to get your aunt’s bathroom finished before she comes home on Monday, I need to get a few last supplies.”
Her smile dimmed. “Do you think it will be done in time?” Her Aunt Ellen had been in a long-term care facility recovering from ankle surgery, and Jessica wanted her homecoming to be wonderful. If her master bathroom wasn’t functional yet, her homecoming would be less than spectacular.
“That’s what I’m working towards. I still have tomorrow and the rest of today, so I’m confident I’ll be able to get it done.”
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��Thanks for working so hard, Kyle.”
He smiled. “It’s what I do.”
Jessica laughed, then watched her former fiancé and brand-new boyfriend walk toward the front door. Admiring the way his t-shirt accentuated his muscular build, she embraced the feeling of joy that suffused her. A feeling brought on by the fresh possibilities for a future with the man she’d never stopped loving, even after he’d broken their engagement five years ago.
The previous day, when she’d asked him why he’d left her five years before, he’d said, “As the time for our wedding got closer, I started having nightmares, flashbacks really, to when I was a teenager and my parents were going through a bitter divorce and . . . well, I started thinking that if I made a mistake in getting married that I would have to go through the same thing. The thought paralyzed me, and I panicked.” His voice had softened. “But Jess, I never stopped loving you.” Then he’d told her that the idea of committing to marriage didn’t scare him anymore.
Now, as Jessica thought about his explanation, she felt a tentative hope that she had a future with him, but then she frowned as the emotions of the last few weeks washed over her. She’d come to stay with her aunt to help her out after she’d been sick with a bout of the flu, but that simple task had turned into a roller coaster of emotions when Kyle had turned up to do some remodeling work for her aunt.
Pushing aside the sadness, jealousy, and anger she’d experienced so recently, Jessica focused on her newly acquired happiness—happiness she’d begun to think she would never have.
A soft meow next to her chair pulled her attention to the gray tabby looking up at her. She patted her lap. “You’ll have to jump up, Hudson. My back’s too sore for me to pick you up.” The furry bundle leapt to her lap and rubbed his head against her shoulder, the volume of his purring increasing. “I love you too, big guy,” Jessica murmured as she scratched his head.
He moved around on her lap, his paws pressing into her legs. “Ouch,” she said, cringing, as he stepped on the spot where her sweat pants covered the bandage on her thigh. “That’s where the bullet grazed my leg.” She gently moved him so that he was lying on her lap, and shivered as she thought about the terrifying encounter with Douglas Harrington two days before.
A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts, and she flashed back to Douglas showing up at her door unexpectedly on the day he’d attacked her. Hudson froze at the sound, then jumped down and went behind a chair.
“It’s not him,” Jessica said to her cat. “He’s in jail now.” But in the back of her mind, she worried that it could be the man who had tried to kill her. I doubt he’d show the courtesy of knocking, she thought as she walked toward the door, her sore body slowing her down.
She looked through the peephole. “Oh no.” The words came out on a sigh, then she took a deep breath and opened the door.
“Jessica, are you okay?”
Jessica gazed at the man standing on her porch, her thoughts churning. “Alex, hi.”
“I saw on the news that some man shot you.” His eyes were frantic with worry. “I tried to call you, but your phone went to voice mail, so I drove straight here.”
“I had to turn it off,” she said. “Too many reporters were calling.”
“Oh.” His gaze searched her face. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, Jessica pushed a smile onto her lips. “I’ll be okay.”
“So it’s true? You were shot?”
Briefly closing her eyes, Jessica gathered her thoughts. “Why don’t you come in, Alex. We need to talk.”
His eyebrows drew together, but he nodded and followed her into the living room.
As Jessica settled herself on the couch, her thoughts darted from one explanation to another as she tried to come up with a way to tell Alex that her decision was final, that she was not going to marry him. She still had the engagement ring he’d given her—and which she’d initially accepted. But today she would give it back.
She’d tried to give it back at lunch on the day Douglas had attacked her, but Alex had insisted that she keep it and take some time to think about marrying him, and then let him know her decision once she’d gotten back home. She’d agreed, only too willing to put off breaking the news that there was no future for them. He’d left the area after lunch, and headed home. That same afternoon Douglas had attacked her.
Now, Alex took the seat on the couch right next to her, obviously believing that they were still a couple, then took her hands in his. Resisting the urge to yank her hands away, Jessica put a smile on her face.
“I can’t believe I almost lost you,” Alex said, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. “Tell me what happened.”
Knowing Kyle would be back from his errands soon, Jessica wanted to get this conversation with Alex over with as quickly as possible—preferably before Kyle got back. “It’s a long story.”
“I have time.” Alex smiled warmly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Oh boy. As much as she was tempted to brush him off, he’d been thoughtful enough to drive three hours to see her, plus she already felt guilty since she knew she’d be dumping him, so she dove in to the story.
“I came across some fifty-year-old letters in my aunt’s attic,” she began. “They were love letters from a mystery woman who called herself ‘B’, written to the man who owned this house before my aunt and uncle bought it thirty years ago. His name was William.” She paused, recalling the details of the letters. “Evidently the woman was married, but was having an affair with William, and she became pregnant, and eventually had a son.”
A look of incredulity crossed Alex’s face. “Wow, that’s really something.” Curiosity filled his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me about this when I was here last week?”
Jessica shook her head. “It was getting complicated, and I just didn’t want to get into it.”
He frowned, like that explanation didn’t satisfy him. “What do you mean it was getting complicated?”
“The letters made me curious, and I began investigating who ‘B’ was, and by extension, who her son was.”
“Did you find out?”
Recalling the barely repressed fury on Douglas’s face as he explained the reason why he’d killed his mother and William, Jessica shuddered. “Yes. The child was the man who shot me.”
Alex’s grip on her hands tightened. “Why did he shoot you?”
“It turns out that when he discovered his true parentage, he murdered his mother and William. This was over thirty years ago, but he got away with it. No one had made the connection between the two apparent accidental deaths—until I found the letters and did some digging, that is.”
“Oh, I see. He was covering his tracks. Afraid you’d turn him in.”
“Exactly.” It was as if she could feel the cold metal of Douglas’s gun pressed against her temple, and she shivered.
Alex released her hands and placed them on either side of her face. “My poor, sweet Jessica.” He gazed at her a moment. “How did you manage to get away?”
The relief she’d felt when Kyle had burst through the front door just when Douglas was about to push her down the stairs swept over her, and she smiled. “Kyle saved me.”
Alex look confused. “The guy working on your aunt’s house?”
He is so much more than that. “Yes,” she said instead, hoping this would be the opening she needed to break the news to him.
His fingers stroked her face. “I should have been there, Jessica. I should have been the one to save you.”
A replay of that afternoon went through her mind, with Kyle bursting through the door just as Douglas was about to push her down the stairs. And then Jessica knocking the gun out of Douglas’s hands when he’d threatened to shoot Kyle. She’d lost her footing, and as she’d begun falling down the stairs, Kyle had kept her from tumbling to the bottom, then used his own body as a shield when Douglas had started shooting. Then when a bullet had grazed her leg, Kyle had carried her out of the house and away fro
m Douglas.
She wondered what would have happened if Alex had come through the door instead of Kyle. Would he have reacted the same way? Would he have known what to do? Would he have risked his life to save mine? She wasn’t sure. All she was sure of was that Kyle actually had risked his own life to protect hers. Because he loves me. She smiled at the thought, but when she saw the look of distress on Alex’s face, she said, “It’s okay, Alex.”
He sighed. “Well, I’m glad he was there.”
“Me too,” she said without thinking, her smile radiant.
Alex’s hands stilled on her face, and he slowly withdrew them, placing them in his lap. He gazed at her a moment. “I’d like to thank him for saving you.”
Jessica felt a moment of panic that she’d exposed her feelings for Kyle too soon. “That’s sweet of you, but totally unnecessary.”
“No.” He smiled stiffly. “I want to.”
He may have his chance, she thought, wondering how much longer Kyle would be. “Look, Alex. I need to tell you something.”
He must have sensed her seriousness, because he took her hands in his again and leaned closer. “What is it?”
Just then, the front door opened.
Jessica’s gaze shot to the entry where Kyle was holding a bag from the hardware store. Their eyes met, then his gaze went to her hands clasped in Alex’s. Kyle’s eyes narrowed, and Jessica yanked her hands from Alex’s, ignoring the man sitting next to her, her only concern Kyle and what he thought.
“What’s wrong?” Alex said, obviously unaware of the silent communication between Jessica and Kyle. Then his gaze followed her’s, and he looked between her and Kyle. Standing abruptly, Alex stared at Kyle, and in the voice he reserved for legal opponents, said, “Come back later. We’re busy.”
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