Working My Way Back to You
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Working My Way Back to You
Copyright
Dedications
Prologue
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
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
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“She isn’t here. Don’t say anything else.” She disappeared behind the door.
A tiny blonde, Jenna squeezed the bridge of her nose looking like Tinkerbelle trying to stave off a migraine. “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything different.”
“You are totally made of awesome,” Beth said from behind the door. “I owe you.”
Jenna sighed. “I’ll put it on your tab.”
“And that’s why I adore you.”
“You adore me because I sign your paychecks.” The door to the shop opened. “Shut up,” Jenna said, sotto voce. “May I help you?” she said, in a very hearty voice, to the new arrival in the shop.
“Yeah, I’m looking for someone named Beth.” Jeff glanced around the store. “I know this looks weird, but Maggie and Sally told me she works here.”
Jenna cleared her throat. “Beth isn’t here right now.” Big pause. “Do you want to leave her a message?”
Beth trembled waiting for Jeff to answer Jenna. “When she comes back, tell her Jeff Myers was here asking about her. Here’s my card so she knows how to get in touch with me.”
“You got it.”
“Thanks.”
Beth waited until the store door opened and closed.
Jenna yelled, “Ollie, Ollie, oxen free! Come out, come out wherever you are!”
Beth inched out of the storeroom. “Thank you so much.”
Jenna crossed her arms under her chest. “Okay. Who is that guy and why is he wearing my coffee?”
Working My Way Back to You
by
Doreen Alsen
Lobster Cove Series
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Working My Way Back to You
COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Doreen Alsen
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Publishing History
First Champagne Rose Edition, 2015
Print ISBN 978-1-62830-733-7
Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-734-4
Lobster Cove Series
Published in the United States of America
Dedications
To Jackson, my best buddy, who kept me company while I worked on this book.
~*~
A great big thank you to the
Ithaca Genre Fiction Critique Group
and to the other authors of the Lobster Cove series.
~*~
And, as always, to Eberhard, Emilia, and Louisa.
Prologue
“Pull over, I’m gonna be sick again!”
Jeff Myers turned his car through the heavy snow onto the side of the road, and Beth threw open the passenger side door and tossed her cookies for the fifth time during their trip.
He undid his seatbelt and reached over to pat her back and pull her hair out of the way, while she hacked out rusty sounding, shuddering sobs. “Shhhhh,” he whispered, desperate to help her and not having the first clue how.
Loaded with guilt, tears welled in his eyes. It was his damn fault Beth was puking up her guts.
Frigid air blew snow in the open door and it swirled around them. Miserably cold, eyes burning from driving at night in the worst blizzard of the century, terrified of being caught and arrested, Jeff only wanted to get to Lobster Cove, Maine where he could take care of Beth.
She pulled her head back into the car, leaned against the seat and closed her eyes. Her normally rosy skin had turned so pale and waxy. He ran his hand down her hair. “Want some water?”
She nodded. “I’m so sorry. This must be so gross for you,” she croaked.
He turned the cap of the water bottle and handed it to her. “No way. I’m sorry you’re going through this.” All because of me, he thought. All because of me.
She rubbed her lips together, licked them, then took a small careful sip of her water. She sighed. “Where are we?”
They’d been driving for hours in a raging blizzard, running from their hometown of Addington, Massachusetts to Lobster Cove, where his best friend’s family had a summer home.
High school sweethearts, totally in love, Beth was pregnant and Jeff was the daddy. Beth’s father went crazy over it and tried to have Jeff arrested for statutory rape. Jeff nearly hyperventilated at the thought of going to jail.
So, left with no choice, they were on the run, eloping and getting married as soon as they could find a justice of the peace. He would not let Beth’s father keep them apart.
They’d been on the road, in whiteout conditions, for what felt like forever, but they were finally just outside of Lobster Cove.
“We’re here, I think. All we have to do is find Tim’s house.”
She gifted him with a watery smile. “Good.”
“We’ll pick up some food and wait until tomorrow to get married.” He leaned over and kissed her on the tip of her nose. “I love you, Bethy. I’m going to take care of you and the baby.” He hoped.
To tell the truth, he was scared shitless. Scared of going to jail, scared of getting married, scared of having a baby.
Totally terrified.
She bit her lower lip. “You don’t think Tim and Katie told on us?”
“Not Tim. But I don’t know about Katie. She’s your friend, not mine.”
“She might.” Beth frowned and rubbed her stomach. “If she gets worried.”
“Well, let’s hope she doesn’t.” He checked the GPS, put the car in gear, and trie
d to pull off the shoulder. He could barely see the road for the snow. The car wheels spun and whined, but he managed to get back on the road. “We’ll be there soon.” He rested his right hand on the gearshift.
Beth covered his hand with her small, cold one. “Good.”
They didn’t talk much as they drove on into town. Just about everything was closed because of the storm, but they found a grocery store on First Street where they picked up some food, including Saltines and ginger ale for Beth.
Tim’s house appeared all boarded up for the winter, but Tim had given Jeff the key for the one door not covered with weathered pine. They trudged through the deep snow and let themselves in the dark, cold cottage. They found some flashlights right where Tim said they’d be. Because of the dark, Jeff couldn’t see if the fireplace was good to use, so he didn’t dare try to light one. The two of them cuddled under a mountain of blankets.
Beth dropped right off to sleep, her head on his chest while he held her in his arms. He drifted off, only to wake to the sound of someone banging on the door. “Jeff Myers! Open up, son! We’re the police.”
Chapter One
“Jeff, can I have a minute?”
Jeff Myers stopped in the high school hallway and turned to see Principal Julia Stewart behind him. “Sure! You can have two.”
She laughed. “I just wanted to check in and see how it’s going. How you’re settling in.”
He smiled. “It’s going great! The kids are putting one hundred per cent into it and I think the Lobster Cove Sharks will have a winning season if they keep this up.”
The petite blonde nodded. “Good. Look, I want to talk to you about the proposal you gave me for that football clinic you want to do next summer. Make an appointment with Beth Anderson to set up a meeting.”
“Absolutely.” Jeff rubbed his hands together. “I’ll do it right away.”
“Good.” She gave him a smile and walked away.
Jeff felt a huge grin spread across his face. Here he was, his first teaching and coaching job in one of the prettiest towns in the nation, Lobster Cove, Maine.
The last time he’d been in Lobster Cove he’d been on his way to elope with his pregnant girlfriend. It had been smack dab in the middle of winter in a blinding snowstorm. He shoved thoughts of Beth to the back of his mind, where they belonged.
Now he was here teaching Physical Education at the high school and coaching football, a dream gig. Football had saved his sanity back when his life was going to hell. Now, he could pay it forward and help kids find the joy in the game and in what they could do with hard work and dedication.
He just really liked working with kids.
His stomach grumbled, so he needed to grab something to eat before he ran to his next thing, sign-ups for the Lobster Cove youth football team. He knew just where to go.
Maggie’s Diner. Where he always went.
He sucked at cooking.
Thankfully, Maggie and Jill, the owners, had a lobster burger with his name on it.
****
“Oh, you’ve got to see this guy, Beth. He is wicked hot.” Sally Pelletier, one of the waitresses at Maggie’s Diner, fanned herself with a menu. “Sex on a stick. Hottie McHotterson hot.”
Beth Rawson laughed. “Oh, really?”
“My hand to God, yes.” She tossed back her head. “Paige and Avery say all the girls are totally crushing on him. Watching football practice has become everyone’s favorite way to goof off after school.” She leaned over the counter. “They say he’s a dead ringer for Channing Tatum,” she confided.
“With him taking over the rec. department’s youth football program I hear there’re going to be a lot more kids joining so their moms can go watch practice,” Maggie Harris, the diner’s owner chimed in.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Beth said.
“You should sign Danny up,” Sally told her.
Let her son play football? No way. “Maybe,” Beth fudged. “I’ll check into it.” Not.
“Here’s your iced coffees, one regular, one just cream.” Sally put Beth’s order on the counter. “Tell Jenna we said hey.”
“Will do.” As Beth picked up the go-cups, the bell to the diner’s front door jangled. She turned quickly.
And ran smack into one of the hardest bodies she’d ever met.
Really. Like a wall.
The cold coffee and ice poured out of the crushed cups, all over Beth’s hands. She jumped back as they landed on the floor, spilling more coffee on slacks and shoes. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” She looked up at her victim.
Her stomach dropped to her feet. That handsome face she never thought she’d see again.
Jeff Myers was standing right in front of her.
Her son Danny’s father.
The father he didn’t know about.
Which made Danny and Jeff even, because Jeff didn’t know about his son either.
In the flesh, all 6 feet, 2 gorgeous inches of him. Dripping with the icy liquid she’d just dumped on him. “Oh no,” she gasped.
He looked at her like he was seeing a ghost. “Beth?”
No time to be a hero. She pushed past him and skedaddled out of the diner as fast as her Minnetonka booties would take her.
****
Jeff didn’t know what to be more shocked about, being drenched with coffee or seeing an exact replica of Beth Pritchard’s face. It had to be her. No one else in the world had blue eyes as beautiful as hers. And those freckles.
Unless being back in Lobster Cove had turned him insane and made him imagine seeing Beth everywhere.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up and tingled.
First he had to deal with Sally and Maggie fussing at him.
Oh, and the fact that he’d been doused with coffee.
“Oh no, Mr. Myers! I’m so sorry.” Both Maggie and Sally barreled toward him carrying rolls of paper towels.
He pulled his shirt away from his abs. “S’okay.” He’d have to detour to his apartment before he went to sign-ups. “Who was that?”
Sally scrunched her eyebrows together as she swabbed at his button-down shirt with paper towels. “Beth?” She shook her head. “She’s usually not so”
“Clumsy?” he asked. Actually? All he heard was the name Beth. Saw the brown hair. Saw that sweet, sweet face.
His Bethy had been a bit of a klutz. He’d teased her about it all the time.
“Are you hurt?” Maggie handed him a cold, wet towel.
He lied. “I’m good.” He wanted to get out of there to follow her.
“No, you’re not good.” Maggie was all business as she cleaned him up.
Sally swabbed a little more south. “Did you chill anything vital?”
“I’m okay. You might want to check that lady’s hands.” He shifted to get a little bit away from Sally.
“I’m sure she’s fine.” Sally rubbed against his lower belly with more enthusiasm. “She’ll be okay.”
But was she Beth? His Beth? He had to know.
“Where do you think she went?” He checked out their confused expressions.
Maggie took charge. “She works for Jenna Sanborn at Happy Thoughts, just a couple of doors down. What can we make for you? You did come in here to get food.”
Dripping coffee not withstanding, he ordered. “I came for a lobster burger, of course.” He gave them a grin that belied the fact he’d just been gob-smacked. “I need one, Maggie. No one makes them like you.”
Maggie sniffed. “No one else makes them, period.”
True. They were one of a kind. Large pieces of lobster tail and claw, little bites of sweet red pepper, and lime-marinated hot jalapenos held together by some sour cream and crispy Panko bread crumbs. Even better when they had some fresh tomalley to top it.
“Yours will be on the house tonight, Jeff,” Maggie said. “I’ve got tomalley. Want some on it?”
“You know I do.” A true New Englander, he loved the soft green lobster liver mixed with the coral-colore
d roe. “And a bottle of Moxie, please.” He turned and looked out the front window. “Where did you say this Beth works?”
“Happy Thoughts,” Sally said. “The brand new sewing shop three doors down.”
Chapter Two
“Hide me.” Beth scrambled into Happy Thoughts, the everything-you’ll-ever-need-for-any-kind-of-sewing shop. Her boss, Jenna Sanborn, raised her eyebrows. “I thought you went to get us some coffee.”
“That was the plan. I ran into a problem.” She dashed into the storeroom then peeked her head out. “If a guy comes in looking for a Beth Pritchard, tell him you don’t know where she is right now.”
“There’s a story here, and I’m sure I want to hear about it later.”
“Beth Pritchard,” Beth hissed. “She isn’t here. Don’t say anything else.” She disappeared behind the door.
A tiny blonde, Jenna squeezed the bridge of her nose looking like Tinkerbelle trying to stave off a migraine. “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything different.”
“You are totally made of awesome,” Beth said from behind the door. “I owe you.”
Jenna sighed. “I’ll put it on your tab.”
“And that’s why I adore you.”
“You adore me because I sign your paychecks.” The door to the shop opened. “Shut up,” Jenna said, sotto voce. “May I help you?” she said, in a very hearty voice, to the new arrival in the shop.
“Yeah, I’m looking for someone named Beth.” Jeff glanced around the store. “I know this looks weird, but Maggie and Sally told me she works here.”
Jenna cleared her throat. “Beth isn’t here right now.” Big pause. “Do you want to leave her a message?”
Beth trembled waiting for Jeff to answer Jenna. “When she comes back, tell her Jeff Myers was here asking about her. Here’s my card so she knows how to get in touch with me.”
“You got it.”
“Thanks.”
Beth waited until the store door opened and closed.
Jenna yelled, “Ollie, Ollie, oxen free! Come out, come out wherever you are!”
Beth inched out of the storeroom. “Thank you so much.”
Jenna crossed her arms under her chest. “Okay. Who is that guy and why is he wearing my coffee?”
Beth hurried to the window to make sure Jeff was gone. “It’s a long story.”