Ragan’s Song
Fairfield Corners Book Two
L.A. Remenicky
Lavish Publishing, Midland Texas
Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
RAGAN’S SONG. Copyright 2014 ©
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Second Edition
Ragan’s Song – Fairfield Corners Book Two
2016 Lavish Publishing, LLC
All Rights Reserved
Published in the United States by Lavish Publishing, LLC, Midland, Texas
Cover Design by: Sprinkles On Top Studios
Cover Images: Deposit Photos
ISBN:1530790212
ISBN-13:978-1530790210
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
About the Author
Chapter 1
Last week, from the comfort of her cozy London flat, going home to Indiana had sounded like a good idea. Today, the snowstorm seemed to be mocking her and all her secrets.
Ragan’s gaze darted to the rear view mirror, checking on Skylar in his car seat in the back. The snowstorm didn’t seem to bother him a bit. She wished she could have said the same; visibility had deteriorated rapidly due to the wind whipping the snow around. The swish of the wipers hypnotized as they worked to clear the windshield. The beginning of March, it had been a sunny spring day when they left Indianapolis almost three hours ago, but the weather steadily worsened as they drove north. The blizzard had blown up out of nowhere, making the roads slick and hazardous.
I should have stopped when the snow started, but I didn’t think it would get this bad so soon. Her hands cramped from holding the steering wheel tightly. She uncurled her fingers and turned up the radio, giving them a few relaxing flexes. Singing along to It’s Five O’clock Somewhere, she tried to convince herself that they would make it to Fairfield Corners any minute, but between the darkness and the snow, she had no idea how far it was to town; she couldn’t even be sure she still drove in the right direction.
Faint tire tracks were the only sign that she remained on the road, and even those were rapidly fading under the snow falling in clumps from the sky. Focusing on what she assumed to be the edge of the pavement, she didn’t see the deer standing in the middle of the road until her mid-sized rental was almost on top of it. She panicked and stomped on the brakes, wrenching the steering wheel and swerving towards the side of the road. The rear tire clipped the guardrail, spinning the car as it careened down the hill, flipping over and over.
Blinding pain caused her head to throb as it hit the window. Then only darkness. Memories, visions, and dreams played on the screen of her mind.
A white dress.
Kisses in the kitchen.
Deep sorrow at the cemetery.
Images overlapped with no beginning and no end.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard Skylar screaming, crying out for his mama as the world spun out of control, physically and mentally. Ragan’s car finally stopped rolling, landing with a bone-jarring thud on the driver’s side; in the river. The passenger side tires spun as icy river water rushed in and sloshed around her, chilling her to the bone. Reality slipped away, and she became lost in another time and place.
Gray clouds swept across the sky, dropping a full load of rain onto the group who gathered around a freshly dug grave. They huddled close under umbrellas at the cemetery. His daughter clung to Ragan’s hand as she wept for her love who was being lowered into the cold, soggy ground.
“No one knew the stalker would kill him, Ragan. It’s not your fault,” James said from behind her as her heart shattered into a million pieces.
The scene changed and she was running through the hospital, eventually finding Cassie in the ICU waiting room. When Ragan first spotted him, he sat next to Cassie with his head in his hands. He looked up and his eyes, those deep blue eyes that held so much pain, stared straight into hers. She was drawn to him as a moth to a flame as her brain scrambled to put a name to his face. It was familiar to her but… Her eyes widened when she recognized Adam Bricklin; his face was on the cover of this month’s Rock N’Roll Forever. What’s he doing in our little town?
Her feet carried her towards Cassie, but she was lost in the depths of his eyes, with their promise of love and devotion, and a life worth living.
The memories faded. Reality and the silence returned, along with the pain in her head. She fought to open her eyes as the numbing cold of the rising water caused her to shiver, further aggravating the throbbing. Ragan struggled to pull herself up out of the water, but the seat belt held her pinned to the seat.
Reaching for the buckle, it dawned on her that it was too quiet. The silence is wrong. Why can’t I hear him? “Skylar!” she yelled. Panic crowded all other thoughts out of her head. “Skylar, answer me, baby!” Losing her son would kill her in ways that no one could understand. With his car seat on the passenger side in the back, he wasn’t in the water. Why couldn’t she hear him?
A hand touched her shoulder as a voice cut through the fog of her mind. “Shhh, he’s okay. He’s up in my truck. He’s safe.” She recognized the voice, and the rest of his words muddled as her mind raced. It was the one voice that she had hoped to never hear again, as she’d prayed that the vision would never come true. She turned her head and looked into the eyes of the one who still held her heart. “Adam?” She looked away, hiding the truth from his penetrating gaze.
Chapter 2
After making the last pass to clear the driveway, Adam pulled the lever to lift the snow blade, but with the white fluff coming down in sheets, he would be out there in another hour or so to plow it again if he wanted to stay ahead of it. He maneuvered the truck to turn it around, noticing a car coming down the road.
“Why the hell is anyone out driving in this mess? They must be nuts,” he grumbled to himself. In the rear view mirror, he glimpsed a deer leaping onto the blacktop and stopping when headlights reflected in its eyes. The car swerve
d towards the side of the road, out of control.
“Shit.” Thankful for the four-wheel drive, he threw it in gear and backed down the driveway, watching in horror as the car hit the end of the guardrail and careened sideways down the hill and out of sight. He frowned at the half-bar of signal on his cell phone, but dialed 911 on the off chance the call would connect. After slamming the shifter into park, he pulled on his hat and gloves and shoved the phone into his pocket. Standing at the edge of the drop-off, he stared down at the car resting on the driver’s side in the river. A faint cry of, “Mama, mama,” tugged at his conscience and convinced him that he needed to get down there quickly.
The snow crunched under his boots with each carefully placed step as he made his way down the slope. He cursed when he lost traction and slid down the hill on his back. Thankfully, he came to a stop before landing in the raging torrent, and he shook snow off his jacket while he assessed the vehicle and chose his point of access.
Adam climbed onto the car, frowning as it wobbled and shook with the current fighting to force it deeper into the river. He saw the driver slumped over, the seat belt barely holding her up enough to keep her head out of the water. Blond hair hung over her face, hiding it from his view, but the curls reminded him of his lost love. He shook his head to clear her memory from his mind.
Better get the child out first, he thought. It looked as if it might take him a while to get the driver out. The icy wind blew under his coat collar, sending shivers down his back. Aware it would be unwise to leave the boy unattended on the riverbank while he pulled the young woman out, he decided to put him inside his truck. Luckily, he still had the car seat in place from his movie day with Violet and Jenna.
“Hey, buddy. I’m going to get you out of here and into my nice warm truck.” He unbuckled the restraints and pulled the boy into his arms, quickly checking for any obvious injuries before trekking up the hill. Cranking the heater on full blast, he turned to the back seat and double checked that the child was strapped in securely.
“Now, you sit right here while I go get your mama. Can you be good for a few minutes?” Skylar nodded with his thumb in his mouth, tears shining on his face. Leaving the boy by himself wasn’t Adam’s first instinct, but unless someone drove by in the next minute, it was his only option. The driver might be injured and sat in frozen river water; freeing her as soon as possible was imperative.
Adam scowled at his cell phone after another attempt to call 911 failed. He shoved it back into his pocket and grabbed the rope and a blanket out from under the seat of his pickup. Attaching the rope to the trailer hitch, he wrapped the other end around his gloved hand and slid down the embankment toward the car. The force of the current pulling on the car moved it further into the river, inch by inch.
He yanked open the back door and lowered himself into the cabin behind the driver’s seat, wincing as the freezing flow soaked through his boots. The rising water level had almost reached her face. The driver groaned and turned her head.
“Don’t move; I’ll get you out of here as fast as I can.”
The driver forced a yell, “Skylar, answer me, baby!”
Adam crouched down and reached between the front bucket seats to place his hand on her shoulder. “Shhh, he’s okay. He’s up the hill, inside my truck. He’s safe,” he said as he sliced at the seat belt with his pocket knife. “Let’s get you out of here, then I’ll have you up to him in no time.”
“Adam?”
His heart stuttered in his chest when he heard her voice.
“Ragan? What the hell are you doing here?” Adam growled as he continued cutting at the seat belt. Blood ran down her face and dripped into the water, making his heart race with fear. “Hold onto me. I’ll get you out of here,” he said, maintaining a calm voice.
He sawed harder at the restraint as he tried to hold her out of the water as much as possible. Her lips were blue and she had stopped shivering, the cold taking its toll. She grabbed at his shoulders, fighting to keep her face above water level. Forced to turn her head towards him to keep her mouth out of the rising water, Ragan gasped for air. The car lurched, sliding farther into the river. “Oh God, Adam. Hurry,” she screamed, her arms tightening around his neck. She spit out river water, sputtering to breathe.
Dropping his pocket knife, Adam wrapped his arms around her and felt the seat belt finally break. His pulse roared in his ears as he grasped her with both hands and pulled her into the back seat, making sure her face was out of the water.
“C’mon, Ragan; stay with me for a little longer, baby,” his voice wavered with fear. “I need you to hold yourself up for just a minute until I can pull you out.”
Her stiff fingers clutched the back of the passenger seat to hold on as Adam hoisted himself out of the car. He reached back through the open car door and pulled her out, grunting with the effort. Observing her blue-tinted lips as he wrapped the blanket around her, he knew he had to get her warmed up fast.
The feeling of her so close to him made his heart beat faster, and caused his hands to shake. He paused for a moment, simply holding her. Pushing the memories aside, he raised her into his arms and started the difficult climb. Carrying her while using the rope to pull them up the muddy slope, maintaining traction wasn’t easy, and they fell a few times.
Ragan’s eyes rolled back and her arm across his shoulders went limp. He gripped her tighter, imploring, “Hold on, Ragan; we’re almost there.” Adrenaline coursed through his body as he climbed, his one objective to get her to safety.
A few minutes later, he lowered her onto the back seat of his truck beside Skylar and brushed the hair out of her face. “Dammit, why did you have to come back into my life?” he asked. The elusive tune he’d tried relentlessly to get on paper started playing in his head. It had vanished when she left him three years ago; he’d thought for good since he hadn’t heard it since. Is it a coincidence? She had come home to Fairfield Corners, and the music was back.
Chapter 3
Standing in the doorway with Skylar in his arms, Adam called for his daughter. “Jenna, where are you?” She ran into the kitchen from the back of the house.
“Jenna, this is Skylar. I need you to watch him for a few minutes,” Adam explained at the questions in her eyes. “His mom is out in the truck. They had an accident.”
“Sure, Dad,” she said as she led Skylar into the living room.
Adam returned to the truck for Ragan and gently lowered her onto the couch before he picked up the house phone. He let out the breath he’d been holding when he heard a dial tone. He called 911, shifting his balance from one foot to the other as he toed off his soggy boots. Waiting for the dispatcher to answer, he shivered from his own wet clothes and wondered if he would ever get warm.
“Fairfield County nine-one-one. What’s your emergency?”
The sound of the dispatcher’s voice calmed the fear in his heart. “This is Adam Bricklin on County Road 94. There’s been an accident, and we need an ambulance out here,” he said, a lump forming in his throat at the thought of what could have happened.
“Adam, it’s Monica. What type of accident? Was anyone injured?”
“A car slid off the road and ended up in the river. The driver is unconscious. There was also a small child in the car, but he seems to be fine.”
“All the ambulances are out on a run to a major accident on I-69. I can send paramedics from Noble County, but with the snow, it’ll take them at least forty minutes to reach your location; maybe longer.”
He heard the clicking of computer keys as Monica typed in her report. “Are there any obvious life-threatening injuries?” she asked.
“The driver’s injuries don’t look too bad. Maybe a broken ankle and a pretty good lump on the head. She might need some stitches.” He brushed the hair off Ragan’s forehead to get a better look at the gash and swelling around it. She started to shiver again, and Adam snatched the blanket off the back of the couch, draping it over her with his free hand. Let’s get this
over with so I can get her warmed up.
“The next available ambulance will be sent to your location.”
“Thanks, Monica. Is Logan there? Can I talk to him?”
“I believe so. Hold on, I’ll transfer your call to him.”
Adam rubbed Ragan’s arms with the blanket, trying to warm her.
“Adam? Monica said you called for an ambulance?” Logan’s voice sounded pinched with concern.
“Yeah, a car went in the river across the road from the house. I got the driver and her son out. I didn’t want you to worry if someone mentioned it to you,” Adam kept his explanation short.
“What’s wrong, Adam? There’s something you’re not telling me. Are you sure you’re okay?” his cousin persisted.
“I’m fine,” Adam growled, “I just need to get out of these wet clothes.”
“Okay. I’ll call you when an ambulance is headed your way. Stay safe,” Logan said before he hung up the phone.
Adam glared down at Ragan, wondering why she had left, and what had brought her back after more than three years. Picking her up carefully so as not to disturb her ankle, he carried her down the hall and into his bedroom. Annoyed, he pushed the bitterness to the back of his mind so he could take care of her injuries. After depositing her on his bed he hurried to the kitchen to grab the kitchen shears out of the drawer, his only thought to get her out of her wet clothes and warmed up as quickly a possible.
After cutting off her wet sweater and jeans, he dried her with a towel and massaged her arms and legs to rub some warmth into her chilled skin. Once her flesh felt less clammy, he worked one of his t-shirts over her damp head and into place over the undergarments he had been reluctant to remove.
Putting her into his bed, he sat on the edge next to her to clean the cut on her forehead. The ugly gash made his stomach churn as he covered it with a butterfly bandage. He tucked the blankets in around her neck, relieved to see some color coming back into her face. His thumb brushed along her cheekbone as the love he had once felt for her resurfaced.
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