Where the Heart May Lead

by Elizabeth Mowers

  Love wasn’t worth the risk

  Until she met him

  Paige Cartman’s quest to protect her family has brought her to the idyllic lakeside town of Roseley. Revealing her old life to anyone—especially to charismatic pilot Charlie Stillwater—could put others in jeopardy. Charlie is falling fast for warmhearted Paige, but her secrecy reminds him of another’s betrayal. Can Paige finally leave her shadowed past behind and trust that love has led her home?

  “Thanks for dinner, Charlie.” Paige turned to leave, but he touched her shoulder, shifting to step in front of her.

  “Why do I have the feeling I said or did something wrong?” he asked.

  “You didn’t. I’m tired, but...”

  “But?” he prodded.

  “Charlie, I want you to know I had...” She knew she shouldn’t lead him on when she wouldn’t see him again. How could she explain what she was doing in Roseley or why she could never entertain a long-distance relationship with anyone here? Without mentioning Lucy or her past or why things were safest left a secret...she couldn’t.

  “A fun time? I really hope that’s what you’re trying to say.” He blinked with the vulnerability of a child and eased into a sincere smile.

  Paige’s shoulders softened. She warmed under his gaze, powerless to draw her eyes from his.

  “Couldn’t you stay for a few minutes more? I’d really love to show you that view.”

  Dear Reader,

  When I began writing this first book in my Lake Roseley series, I imagined the little town of Roseley as a place where the streets were paved with hope. So many of us can feel isolated even when we’re surrounded by people, and Paige, our heroine, is no different. After suffering through a rough childhood, Paige has gone to great lengths to keep her distance from others, all while wishing for things to be different. After her heart leads her to Roseley and into the arms of a man who wears his loving heart on his sleeve, a new hope begins to take hold. She imagines a life where love and real connection are finally possible.

  My hope is that some part of Paige and Charlie’s love story will resonate with you, and if it does, I’d love to hear from you. You can follow the Elizabeth Mowers Author page on Facebook, or visit my website at elizabethmowers.com.

  Wishing love to you and yours,

  Elizabeth

  Where the Heart May Lead

  Elizabeth Mowers

  Elizabeth Mowers wrote her first romance novel on her cell phone when her first child wouldn’t nap without being held. After three years, she had a happy preschooler and a hot mess of a book that will never be read by another person. The experience started her down the wonderful path of writing romances, and now that she can use her computer, she’s having fun cooking up new stories. She’s drawn to romances with strong family connections and plots where the hero and heroine help save each other. Elizabeth lives in the country with her husband and two children.

  Books by Elizabeth Mowers

  Harlequin Heartwarming

  A Promise Remembered

  Visit Harlequin.com for more Harlequin Heartwarming titles.

  To Danielle.

  I dreamed of the best gift I could ever receive and there you were.

  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

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  EXCERPT FROM A HOME FOR THE FIREFIGHTER BY AMIE DENMAN

  CHAPTER ONE

  IF HEAVEN WAS a place paved with gold, then the morning sun cresting Little Lake Roseley made the quaint town snuggled beside it look like a place paved with hope.

  White wicker baskets of flowers hung on either side of street signs, bright banners advertised an upcoming water ski show, and there were more pedestrians and bicyclists occupying the roads than automobiles. It was just the hometown Paige might have imagined for Lucy when she’d placed the tiny newborn in Dr. Hathaway’s arms ten years ago. She had kissed a prayer to that baby-soft cheek and sent along all the hope in her heart. She envisioned a new set of parents, loving folks who would provide a home not just of love but of safety.

  For the last decade she had been grateful to not know where Dr. Hathaway had placed Lucy, because the temptation to come out of hiding and catch a glimpse of the little girl would be too great. Circumstances, however, had changed in the last twelve hours.

  Paige inhaled the lakeside breeze and bit her bottom lip in anticipation. She had only ever prayed and hoped and dreamed about Lucy, but today was different. Today she arrived in Roseley with the best intentions for Lucy. She had had no idea fate would send her on this quest when she’d awoken the day before, but she’d swallowed her fear all the same and had punched the gas pedal, heading west.

  Life, until yesterday, had been pleasantly uneventful. Each day brought work to do and routines to follow. Each evening made way for dinner with her aunt and uncle, then quiet time to read and think. For life to continue this way for the next fifty years would have been not only a blessing but also the most she could wish for. She’d experienced enough turmoil during her formative years to now appreciate when the days and weeks and years drew out softly and slowly like the yawn of a calico cat. That was until yesterday...

  Paige pushed through the front door of Mama’s Cakes and scanned the shop as she did every year on this date.

  “I’ll be there in a second, sweetheart,” a familiar voice sang from the back. “I finished your order this morning.”

  Paige fished a wad of cash out of her front pocket as she admired the intricate cakes in the glass case. The woven swirls of fudge and frosting made her eyes dance and her tummy grumble. She had worked through lunch to meet a deadline early. She wouldn’t miss tonight for the world.

  Madge, or Mama to the folks in town, hurried to the cash register. For a stout, round woman in her sixties, she could hustle. She placed a pink cardboard box on the counter, but before she could lift the lid, Paige waved her to stop.

  “Leave it. I want to be surprised.”

  “Don’t you want to see that it’s right?”

  “Madge, it’s always perfect. You outdo yourself every year.”

  Madge dotted the perspiration on her brow with the back of her hand as her ebony-brown eyes crinkled in a smile.

  “You’re a gem, Paige. It’ll be an even eighty dollars, please.”

  “Hmm. That’s low,” Paige said with a raised eyebrow as she handed Madge exact change. Madge shrugged and popped open the cash register.

  “Cash discount. Sweetheart, you are one of a few customers who always pays cash. You don’t like new technology, huh?”

  Paige shrugged her shoulders and took the pink box, knotting it with the white twine Madge had started. It wasn’t new technology she shied away from, it was that cash was untraceable.

  “Thanks again, Madge.”

  “Take care, honey. Kiss your aunt and uncle for me. It was a long winter for them, I hear.”

  Paige hummed a sigh. “The warmer weather brought a bit of a resurgence for Uncle Craig.”

  “May it continue that way,” Madge sa
id, bringing a pair of prayer hands to her lips. Paige crinkled a smile of her own and slipped back out of the bakery shop. Throwing a leg over her bicycle, she pulled out onto the road, carefully dangling the cake box from her right hand.

  Admiring her town at the slower pace of a bicycle ride was something she had looked forward to all winter. She just wished she could strap Uncle Craig on her back so he could enjoy the early June day too. He needed the sun, the fresh air and, most of all, the escape. They all did.

  Paige smiled to children and mothers on the sidewalk as a little girl pointed at her shiny new bicycle.

  “Someday, kid,” Paige chuckled to herself. She slowed to a crawl at the intersection to make a left turn onto her road. Without a free hand to signal, or a bicycle helmet, she needed to exercise caution.

  It was something she was used to: exercising caution. Most of her life had been an exercise in staying low, staying discreet, staying off the radar. She, her aunt and her uncle had opted for life outside the city, shying away from cameras, social media and anything else that would prompt questions. Heck, she led Mama to believe today was her birthday just so she could purchase a fancy cake without sparking curiosity.

  Parking in the garage alongside the brick duplex she shared with Aunt Joan and Uncle Craig, Paige sprang up the half flight of stairs to their back door.

  “Knock, knock,” she called, letting herself in. “Anybody home?” She heard a shuffling in the living room and muffled voices that hushed to silence before Aunt Joan appeared in the kitchen doorway. Paige paused, taken aback at her aunt’s expression.

  “Did I interrupt something?” When her aunt’s lips turned into a forced smile, she quickly concluded she had.

  “Of course not,” Joan said, hurriedly crossing the kitchen. She dead-bolted the back door behind Paige before wrapping her in a warm hug. Paige began to pull away after the respectable allotted time needed to give a good hug but found her aunt reluctant to let go.

  “Is everything all right?” she whispered as Uncle Craig shuffled toward the doorway into the kitchen. His complexion was yellow, as if someone had soaked his entire body in turmeric. He braced himself against the kitchen doorway, wincing as he always did from the pains in his back. Joan’s eyes moistened with tears as she pulled away and emphatically nodded.

  “Everything is perfect now that you’re here. What did you pick out this year?”

  Paige held up the pink cake box proudly. “I have no idea, but I’m sure it’s delicious.” She turned to Uncle Craig. “Think you can eat a bite or two?”

  Uncle Craig beckoned Paige closer with a calloused hand. “Heck, yes. Put it in the front room, honey. I need the sunshine.”

  Paige smacked a kiss on his cheek and placed the cake box on the dining room table as Aunt Joan followed with plates and forks. Paige raised an inquisitive eyebrow as she tied back the curtain sheers, letting the late afternoon sun stream through the windows.

  “Don’t you want to eat dinner first?”

  “Life’s too short,” Uncle Craig answered from the kitchen as Joan winced a smile.

  “What’s going on?” Paige whispered again. “Did his doctor’s appointment not go well?”

  Joan waved away Paige’s question as she would a mosquito and cut the white twine on the cake box, but she waited for Craig before lifting the lid.

  “Okay,” he said, managing to ease back onto the thickly cushioned dining room chair Joan had purchased especially for him. “Let’s see this beauty.”

  Joan lifted the cake out of the box and placed it on the table.

  “I love it, Paige,” she said with a melancholy smile. “I was hoping you’d pick chocolate.” She patted Uncle Craig’s hand. “Your favorite, baby.”

  The round cake was smoothed with a chocolate ganache as perfectly polished as glass. White and blush-pink buttercream flowers cascaded around the perimeter while a lavender and pink fondant butterfly perched in the middle, just off center.

  “Hmm,” Paige said, studying the cake. “I brought a candle, but let’s not use it. Mama outdid herself again, and I don’t want to smush a candle in it. It’s almost too perfect to eat.” She slipped onto a chair next to Uncle Craig.

  “Speak for yourself,” he said. “I’ll flip you for that butterfly.”

  After Aunt Joan had sliced out three generous pieces of cake and each person had savored the sweetness on their tongue, Paige turned her attention to them both.

  “Are you going to tell me now or later?” she finally asked. “What did the doctor say?”

  Aunt Joan studied her plate as Uncle Craig cleared his throat.

  “My test results are pretty good. No improvement, but I’m definitely holding steady.”

  “Honest?”

  “Honest.”

  Paige heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s good news,” she said, her face easing into a hesitant smile. “So, what has you both on edge?”

  “Let’s just enjoy our cake for a minute, huh?” Joan said. “You two had better catch up, because I’m already eyeing a second slice.”

  “Joanie,” Uncle Craig said, his voice the hush of a gentle reprimand. “Come on.”

  Joan released a labored sigh and set her plate on the table. Clasping her hands tightly in her lap, she lifted her eyes to Paige with a resolute face.

  “Today marks ten years since...”

  “Yes, Aunt Joan, I know. I was there.”

  “Of course you do. Of course you do.” Joan’s fingertips had gone white from clasping them. “Your uncle and I have been talking, discussing really, the notion of...family.”

  Paige drew her plate closer to her as her eyes shifted between the only two people in her life who qualified as that. After her mother had died years ago, she’d moved in with them. It had been a blessing to all three: they had helped her get on her feet after a tumultuous childhood, and she’d already been a permanent fixture in their lives when Uncle Craig had first been diagnosed with cancer.

  “As you know, Paige, our little family is not very big—”

  “And getting smaller every day,” Craig said with an eye roll. He patted the latest in his line of bandages on the inside of his wrist.

  “Craig.” Now it was Joan’s turn to reprimand.

  “We all know it, Joanie. Keep going.”

  Joan turned to Paige again. “We want to ask if...more like ask where you stand on...”

  “Yes?”

  Craig reached across the table to take Joan’s hand before smiling at Paige. “Have you ever given thought to Lucy?”

  Paige’s breath hitched at the sound of the name. It had been all but forbidden between the three of them, no one even thinking her name for fear it would accidentally slip from their lips at the wrong moment and in front of the wrong person.

  “Lucy?” she whispered. “I think about her all the time.”

  Joan smiled. “It’s a silly question. We think about her all the time too, sweetie. What he really means is, have you ever thought of going to see her?”

  Paige shook her head. She was confused. Her head had quickly clouded at the question.

  “What do you mean see her? Like in person?”

  Aunt Joan and Uncle Craig nodded.

  Paige hadn’t seen Lucy since the day she’d snuggled that baby-soft skin against her lips and savored the delicate fragrance of a newborn. She had daydreamed about that little baby every day and night for ten long years. They knew they were asking her a question to which they already knew the answer.

  “Your aunt and I have been talking about it for a while now—”

  “Out loud?” Paige said, surprised by her irreverent tone.

  “Only when we’re here at home, of course.”

  “And you’re serious...about me seeing her?”

  “Do we look like we’re joking, honey?”

  “No,”
Paige replied, shoving a large bite of cake into her mouth for the mere excuse to work her jaw.

  “We know giving her up was difficult for you. It was hard on all of us. But things are changing now and—”

  “Nothing has changed,” Paige said through a stuffed mouth. She jabbed her cake with her fork several times. “Nothing.” She still paid cash. She still avoided people. She still went by the name Paige Cartman.

  “What we really mean is, we think you should check on Lucy to make sure things haven’t changed for her.”

  Paige stopped and watched her aunt and uncle from beneath hooded eyelids. The suggestion of finding Lucy was so ludicrous, she wondered if they were in their right minds. It had been a long winter for the three of them. Uncle Craig’s illness showed more on his face with each passing day, and though Aunt Joan exuded the demeanor of a warrior, she was nearly to her breaking point. She would chalk their suggestion up to wishful thinking, maybe even searching for something happy and fanciful to distract them from the pain...the inevitability of Craig’s last days.

  But their implication that the visit wasn’t for her best interest but for Lucy’s made her pause.

  “Something has happened,” she said. “When I walked in, you were discussing it. Your eyes were swollen, frantic,” she said to her aunt. “Do you think I don’t know the two of you by now? After all we’ve been through together? What is it?”

  Her aunt and uncle sat in silence as if delaying the confession until the last possible moment.

  “Today in the city,” Joan said, “I thought I saw... I mean, I couldn’t be sure...but his hair was always so untamed...”

  Paige’s stomach lurched. She slumped forward and Aunt Joan hurriedly scooted her chair closer as moral support.

  “That hair? You think you saw him?”

  Aunt Joan nodded. “I’m not positive, but I think so.”

  “Did you see him?” Paige asked her uncle.

  “I never met him, honey. Remember? I wouldn’t know him if he showed up at the front door, aside from Joanie’s description. All I’ve ever seen is that grainy photograph you found of him on the internet a few years back. But if it was him, if he’s made his way north—”