One brave step at a time
Lieutenant Andrea Stuart survived the war-zone attack that took her fiancé. A therapy dog and a cabin in Covenant Falls are all the risks the former military nurse is willing to take anymore. But as Andy’s drawn into writing the history of the small town, she’s also drawn to Nate Rowland.
As rugged as he is jaded, Nate’s committed to helping fellow veterans—and avoiding a new relationship. Keeping her distance might be smart, but it’s hard to stay away when Andy sees that Nate has a few scars of his own. Together they might find a path toward healing...and so much more.
“You’re so pretty.”
“You’re not bad, either,” Andy admitted in a wry voice.
Nate chuckled. “You’re not very good at compliments, are you?”
“I’ve been told that.”
He realized they were standing there, lost in each other’s gazes, and making ridiculous small talk when her eyes were saying something else, and he imagined his were doing the same.
He reached out and took her right hand in his. Her fingers were soft although he felt the strength in them. They would have to be strong and supple and efficient to work in an army hospital, especially a forward base. Casualties often came in multiples, and they were usually critical.
Then he took her left one. The fingers were stiff and barely managed to curl slightly along his. His fingers rubbed the long scar on the back of her hand. She tried to pull away, but he pulled her hand up to his lips.
“It’s ugly,” she said.
“I think it’s beautiful. Just like everything about you.”
Dear Reader,
I am so delighted to return to magical Covenant Falls, where wounded veterans find a future again with the help of bighearted townspeople and what must be a cupid flying around a certain cabin. That cupid often comes disguised as a dog, in this story an Australian shepherd named Joseph.
I had not intended a miniseries when I wrote my first Home to Covenant Falls book, but the characters in that book wouldn’t leave me alone. They wanted their own stories and happy-ever-afters.
In this instance, Nate was flagging me down. He wasn’t aware of doing it. After a particularly bad marriage, he has sworn off romance. He doesn’t believe in it, even if his two close friends have fallen off the happy bachelorhood wagon. He does not intend to be the next, even when the incoming vet turns out to be a very pretty army nurse haunted by being the only survivor of a terrorist attack that killed her surgical team, including her fiancé.
As in previous cases, it takes a town to heal wounded hearts, this time with the assistance of two wayward camels.
Enjoy!
Patricia Potter
USA TODAY Bestselling Author
PATRICIA
POTTER
A Soldier’s Journey
Patricia Potter is a bestselling and award-winning author of more than sixty books. Her Western romances and romantic suspense novels have received numerous awards, including RT Book Reviews’ Storyteller of the Year, its Career Achievement award for Western Historical Romance and Best Hero of the Year. She is a seven-time RITA® Award finalist for RWA and a three-time MAGGIE® Award winner. She is a past president of Romance Writers of America. Patricia is also a passionate animal lover, which is reflected in many of her books but never more so than in her Home to Covenant Falls miniseries. She believes curiosity is the most important trait of any writer, and she’s often led far astray when researching a subject.
Books by Patricia Potter
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Home to Covenant Falls
The Soldier’s Promise
Tempted by the Soldier
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
The Lawman
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Swampfire
Between the Thunder
Samara
Seize the Fire
Chase the Thunder
Dragonfire
The Silver Link
The Abduction
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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
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
EXCERPT FROM SECOND CHANCE MOM BY EMILIE ROSE
CHAPTER ONE
HER HEART POUNDED so fast Lieutenant Andy Stuart thought it would burst from her body as she stopped suddenly in the hall of the military hospital.
It couldn’t be, but still, she stared at a doctor and nurse whispering to each other in a corner.
Jared. It was Jared. Jared and herself. Joy surged through her. Jared wasn’t dead. He wasn’t dead! His face. Her face. Together.
She was transfixed. Then the couple moved and Jared’s face dissolved into an older, wider face. The woman...
No. Come back.
Confusion filled her and she started to shake.
A nurse approached. “Is anything wrong?”
Yes. Everything. She shook her head.
“Can I help you find someone?”
“No... I know where...” Andy stopped. How could she explain seeing her dead fiancé? How could she explain the joy, then the anger replacing it? It should have been Jared and me.
Trembling, she watched as the couple disappeared down the hall. Anger swept through her. Anger at Jared. Anger at the world in which two people whispered together and lived.
“Let me help you,” the nurse tried again. “Where are you going?”
Andy directed that fury at the nurse. “It’s none of your business,” she said and was immediately appalled at herself. She was never rude, particularly to someone who was trying to help. Never until the past seven months.
“I’m sorry, so sorry,” she said, then took off for Dr. Payne’s office. How could she have thought she saw Jared?
She burst into the reception area, past the receptionist and into his private office. He looked up from his desk, a question in his eyes. She placed herself directly in front of him. “I saw him. I saw Jared. And myself. But it wasn’t us. It was strangers, but they had our faces. How could that be?” She was shaking.
Andy hadn’t bothered closing the door as she stormed inside. Anger and confusion were too strong.
Dr. Robert Payne calmly got up and closed the door, then sat
back down in his chair. “About time,” he said.
She stared at him as if he were the crazy one. “A couple,” she said. “A nurse and doctor. Whispering to each other in a corner. For a second I thought it was Jared...and me. And then I looked again, and they were strangers. I was so angry. I am angry. So damned angry.” She wasn’t making sense. She knew she wasn’t making sense, but she couldn’t stop.
Dr. Payne leaned forward. “What you saw isn’t that unusual with people who have lost someone they love. Especially given the circumstances.”
He paused, then added, “I’ve been waiting for that anger,” he said gently.
Andy paced the floor. “I don’t understand.”
“You’ve bottled it all up. You haven’t let yourself feel anything. You’ve just been drifting, indifferent to everything.”
“So wanting to hit two innocent people is healthy?”
“You didn’t do it, did you?”
“No, but I wanted to.”
“It’s normal, Andy. It’s normal getting angry when you see a happy couple. It’s something you expected to be. And it was torn away from you in the worst possible way. It’s okay to be angry. It’s good, even. Better than stifling those feelings to the point of not being able to function.”
“I’ve been functioning,” Andy said defensively.
He just looked at her.
“Have you found a job yet?”
“Cash register and waitress at a coffee shop. Just two days a week, but it helps pay for my part of an apartment.”
“What about nursing?”
She shrugged. “Who wants to hire someone who hears a noise and drops to the ground screaming? Wouldn’t instill much confidence in patients. Not to mention a bum hand. I can operate the cash machine and take orders, but I can’t carry heavy trays.”
“There’s a lot of fields in nursing where you can work.”
She looked at him with hostile eyes. “Doc, I really don’t think I can do that.” Dammit, he knew why. He knew all the reasons. He knew everything about her. Well, practically everything, after two visits a week for the past six months, including two months while having surgeries and later as an outpatient for PTSD.
“We’re getting pressured to let you go now that your medical discharge has gone through. You’ll transfer to the Veterans Administration.”
“I’m losing you?”
“I thought you didn’t like me.”
“I didn’t like where you made me go.”
“Today is important, Andy. I’m not saying tomorrow is going to be easier. What happened today will happen again. You’ll see someone who reminds you of Jared. The anger will come flooding back. But it’s the beginning of taking your life back.”
She looked doubtful.
“Have you cried yet?” The question came out of nowhere. Or maybe not. He’d asked it a month ago.
She thought about lying, but what the hell. “No,” she said. It was unnatural. She knew it, but she hurt too much for tears.
“You can only keep them inside so long,” he said.
She only nodded.
He sat there studying her. “I have a proposal for you,” he finally said.
“What?” she said suspiciously.
“I wouldn’t have suggested it yesterday. You weren’t ready. You still might not be, but given the circumstances I think it’s worth a try.”
She waited.
“There’s a cabin in a small town in Colorado that’s available,” he said slowly, and she knew he was carefully choosing his words. “It belongs to a veteran who recently married. It was passed to another vet who no longer needs it. The town has a large number of veterans, and they look after each other.”
She hated his calm, reasoning tone. She didn’t want reason. She wanted to turn back the clock to a time before her world had fallen apart. And she didn’t want to go to someone else’s cabin.
Andy knew she didn’t have many choices. She had worn out her welcome at the military hospital. She couldn’t go home. She didn’t want to take her grief and anger there or be a burden on her family back home. Jobs were rare, if not nonexistent, in a dying coal town, especially for a surgical nurse who would start trembling uncontrollably at loud noises and who had a hand that didn’t work. Never mind the nightmares that made a night’s sleep rare.
She should be married now, making a home with the man she loved with all her heart, maybe even beginning a baby they both wanted. That dream was gone, and there was precious little left.
But charity...
A Stuart didn’t take charity. Never had, no matter how bad the times, and they had been bad most of her life. She never wanted to live in a small town again. She’d felt trapped as a child and later as a teenager. She’d been different. A nerd in a town where half the kids didn’t finish high school and most went into the mines, and, if they didn’t, they left as fast as they could hitch a ride out of town.
Her out had been the ROTC and a ROTC scholarship for a nursing degree. She was the first and only member of her family to go to college, much less obtain a four-year degree. The price had been ten years in the army, much of it in Iraq and Afghanistan field hospitals.
And now...now there was nothing. She’d sent most of her salary home to her mother and youngest sister in West Virginia. It would be a while, apparently a long while, before she received back pay and disability from the army. The backlog was as much as two years long. She was, in effect, the next thing to being dead broke.
“I don’t want charity,” she said again.
“It’s not charity,” he said, leaning across the desk. “You might say it’s meant as a way station for returning vets while they find their legs. It sits alongside a lake fed by the mountain streams, and there’s a large number of supportive vets, some of whom have gone through much the same thing you’re going through now.”
He paused, then added, “As for charity, you’ll probably be asked, but not required, to do something connected to the town. The last vet taught computer classes for senior citizens.”
“Where is he now?”
“He joined the police department there. He’s being groomed for chief.”
“What was he?” she asked, curious despite herself.
“A chopper pilot. Suffered a head injury that kept him from flying again. I have to say that he had the same reaction as you have but decided to try it. He’s very happy that he did. He said you could call him if you want.”
“You told him about me?” she said.
“Not you specifically. Not without talking to you first. I just said there was someone who could be interested in the cabin.”
“And no one wants to know more?”
“Nope.”
“I think it’s weird,” she said.
Dr. Payne smiled. “It’s a good kind of weird. But the vets are a close-knit group. They have a weekly poker game,” he said with a grin. Somewhere in all their discussions, she’d let it slip that she had become a good poker player during the slow times at the field hospital.
“All guys?”
“Don’t know. Didn’t ask. Doesn’t matter. They take care of each other.”
“I don’t need to be taken care of.” She feared she sounded like a child. She wasn’t going to admit that maybe, just maybe, she did.
“If Covenant Falls doesn’t work out for you, you can always get into a PTSD program in Denver. There’s a good one there.”
She looked at him warily. He knew her financial situation. In fact, he knew a great deal about her. She had been in a stupor for months after Jared’s death. He had tried to make her want to live again, to believe that was what Jared would want.
“Give it a try,” Dr. Payne said, obviously sensing victory. “You don’t have to stay. It’s not a jail sentence. If you’
re uncomfortable or just don’t like it, I’ll find something else.”
“I’ll think about it,” Andy said. She really didn’t care where she was. And he was right. She wouldn’t have to stay.
“Do you like dogs?” Dr. Payne asked unexpectedly.
“Sure. Who doesn’t?” Andy replied, relieved to be off the subject. “Never had one. Money was too tight when I was a kid, then a dog doesn’t really fit into army life unless it’s military.”
“There’s several programs, including one near here that matches shelter dogs with vets who have PTSD. They’re trained to sense when a PTSD attack is coming and alert their vet.”
She hesitated. A dog? How could she take care of a dog when she couldn’t take care of herself right now? Dr. Payne waited, then said gently, “You would be saving a life.” He paused. “And I can probably win you a few more days here.”
He was trying to force her to make a decision, but the idea suddenly appealed to Andy. Loneliness was like a shroud around her. And a dog wouldn’t ask questions or give sympathy or question her choices. “Would the cabin owner approve?”
The psychologist grinned.
“He adopted a retired military dog with PTSD. The woman he married has four rescue dogs and, from what I hear, two horses, a cat and a son. He was a dedicated loner before he went to Covenant Falls.”
She couldn’t hide her skepticism. The loner probably hadn’t seen his fiancé shot down in a hail of bullets by one of people he was trying to help. “How much is a dog? I don’t have much money.”
“It’s free. The dog has all its shots, is well trained and there’s equipment provided, as well. A dog bed, dishes. Food. Toys.”
She felt like a fish being reeled in. She didn’t like being manipulated, but she had to make a decision. And fast.
Dr. Payne waited, as he always did. He rarely appeared to push, but in his own devious way, that was exactly what happened.
“Maybe I’ll give the cabin a try,” she said reluctantly.
“What about the dog?” Dr. Payne said.
She hesitated, just as she hesitated at any move forward these days. Inertia had taken over her life. Decisions were difficult if not impossible. That was entirely new for her. She had been making decisions since she was little older than a toddler. When set on a course she could be rarely be deterred. But that was before. Now...nothing was important.
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