by Janet Dailey
Tidewater Lover
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Janet Dailey
AN [e-reads] BOOK
New York, NY
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 1978 by Janet Dailey
First e-reads publication 2003
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Other works by Janet Dailey
also available in e-reads editions
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DANGEROUS MASQUERADE
NORTHERN MAGIC
SONORA SUNDOWN
VALLEY OF THE VAPOUR
FIRE AND ICE
AFTER THE STORM
DIFFICULT DECISION
THE MATCHMAKERS
SOUTHERN NIGHTS
NIGHT OF THE COTILLION
KONA WINDS
THE TRAVELLING KIND
A LYON'S SHARE
THE INDY MAN
THE HOMEPLACE
THE MATING SEASON
BLUEGRASS KING
THE BRIDE OF THE DELTA QUEEN
SUMMER MAHOGANY
BED OF GRASS
THAT BOSTON MAN
ENEMY IN CAMP
GIANT OF MESABI
A TRADITION OF PRIDE
SHOW ME
BIG SKY COUNTRY
BOSS MAN FROM OGALLALA
REILY'S WOMAN
HEART OF STONE
ONE OF THE BOYS
LAND OF ENCHANTMENT
BEWARE OF THE STRANGER
THAT CAROLINA SUMMER
LORD OF THE HIGH LONESOME
THE WIDOW AND THE WASTREL
SIX WHITE HORSES
TO TELL THE TRUTH
THE THAWING OF MARA
STRANGE BEDFELLOW
LOW COUNTRY LIAR
DAKOTA DREAMIN'
SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY
SAVAGE LAND
A LAND CALLED DESERET
GREEN MOUNTAIN MAN
FOR MIKE'S SAKE
WILD AND WONDERFUL
WITH A LITTLE LUCK
DARLING JENNY
Preface
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When I first started writing back in the Seventies, my husband Bill and I were retired and traveling all over the States with our home — a 34' travel trailer — in tow. That's when Bill came up with the great idea of my writing a romance novel set in each one of our fifty states. It was an idea I ultimately accomplished before switching to mainstream fiction and hitting all the international bestseller lists.
As we were preparing to reissue these early titles, I initially planned to update them all — modernize them, so to speak, and bring them into the new high-tech age. Then I realized I couldn't do that successfully any more than I could take a dress from the Seventies and redesign it into one that would look as if it were made yesterday. That's when I saw that the true charm of these novels is their look back on another time and another age. Over the years, they have become historical novels, however recent the history. When you read them yourself, I know you will feel the same.
So, enjoy, and happy reading to all!
Introduction
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Introducing Janet Dailey AMERICANA. Every novel in this collection is your passport to a romantic tour of the United States through time-honored favorites by America's First Lady of romance fiction. Each of the fifty novels is set in a different state, researched by Janet and her husband, Bill. For the Daileys it was an odyssey of discovery. For you, it's the journey of a lifetime.
Table of Contents
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
One
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The ring of the telephone checked the step Lacey Andrews had taken away from her desk. The light was blinking on the interoffice line. Shifting the stack of file folders to her left arm, Lacey reached across the desk to answer it. The movement swung her silky brown hair forward. She tucked it behind her right ear before lifting the receiver to the same ear.
"Lacey speaking," she identified herself automatically.
"You have a call from a Margo Richards on line three," was the reply.
A dark eyebrow flicked upward in surprise at her cousin's name. "Thanks, Jane." And Lacey pressed the plastic button of the third line, wondering with faint cynicism why Margo was phoning her. "Hello, Margo." Her brown eyes glanced toward the ceiling. Lacey knew this would not be a short conversation. Her cousin could spend an hour just saying what time it was.
"I'm sorry to call you at work, Lacey," the melodic voice rushed on, hardly a trace of sincere apology in her tone. "I don't mean to get you into any trouble with your boss, but I simply couldn't wait until tonight to talk to you."
"You aren't getting me into trouble. There are no restrictions against receiving personal calls," Lacey explained with amused patience. "What is it that's so urgent?"
"I wanted to let you know that Bob and I are leaving tomorrow to fly to Florida to visit his parents. From there we'll be taking a two-week cruise in the Caribbean."
"Sounds marvelous!" Not for anything would Lacey permit even the tiniest suggestion of envy to creep into her voice. She adjusted a box pleat on her plaid skirt and settled down for a long dissertation from her cousin.
"It is exciting, isn't it?" Margo gushed. "It all happened so quickly, too. I mentioned in passing to Bob how romantic a cruise like that would be — and you know how Bob is. If I liked the moon, he'd try to buy it."
Poor man, Lacey thought. She hoped he would learn to say no to Margo before she spent all his money. Lacey was certain that Margo truly loved Bob, but she doubted if her love would ever mature as long as her slightest whim was indulged as if she were still a child.
"I've been dashing around madly ever since he told me," Margo continued. "Half of my summer wardrobe was so sadly dated that I would have been embarrassed if I'd worn it. Oh, Lacey, I wish you could see this gorgeous gown I bought! It's so daring I don't know if Bob will let me wear it. And there's this stunning pair of satin evening pajamas in a shimmering blue that's pos —"
"Margo, I'd love to hear all about your new clothes," Lacey interrupted, knowing that if she didn't stop her cousin now, she wouldn't. Margo's conversation was threatening to run longer than normal. Next she would be hearing the entertainment schedule of the cruise ship. A strong sense of loyalty to her job demanded that Lacey not spend an hour on a private phone call. "But I'm fairly busy at the moment. Maybe you should call me tonight."
"But that's just it. Bob and I are invited to a dinner party tonight — that's why I'm calling you now." There was an incredulous note in Margo's voice, as if she couldn't understand why Lacey was so stupid as not to have reasoned it out by herself.
Lacey gritted her teeth and smiled rigidly at the receiver. "Well, I really appreciate your letting me know you're going to be leaving." What else could she say?
"Oh, but that isn't why I called. I thought I told you." Lacey could imagine Margo's wide-eyed look of innocence.
"No, Margo, you didn't," she replied, concealing an impatient sigh. "Exactly why have you phoned?"
"I ran into Sally D
rummond yesterday. Quite by accident," Margo assured her as she identified a close friend of Lacey's. "I was on my way to the car with an armful of packages when she came out of a restaurant."
Lacey sat down on the edge of her desk. She had absolutely no idea what Sally had to do with this phone call, but she would learn. There was simply no way to speed up Margo's explanation. It was an irritating fact, but unchangeable.
"I stopped to say hello," Margo went on. "Then we got to gossiping a bit — you know how that goes. Anyway, one subject led to another until Finally we were talking about you."
"Really?" Lacey murmured dryly.
"Nothing bad or anything like that," Margo laughed. "Sally mentioned that you were going on vacation next week for two weeks, but she wasn't sure if you'd made any specific plans. Is that right?"
"Yes," Lacey admitted grudgingly. Her little excursions would pale in comparison to Margo's cruise.
"You aren't going away anywhere?"
"I thought I'd spend a couple of days with the folks, but outside of that, I'm just going to relax and do nothing."
"That's great!" Margo declared enthusiastically.
Lacey didn't think she would go as far as to say that, but it would be a refreshing change from the hectic pace of the office. Still, it was doubtful if Margo had had that reasoning in mind when she made her comment.
The truth was Lacey couldn't afford to leave the Tidewater area of Virginia to go anywhere on her vacation. A variety of unforeseen expenses, the largest being some major repairs to her ear, had drained Lacey's savings account almost dry, but she was too proud to volunteer that information to her cousin.
"Why do you ask?" She tried to hurry Margo to the point of this conversation.
"I've been worried about our house and all our beautiful things," Margo stated. "Situated the way we are on the beach, virtually isolated from any close neighbors, you just never know what might happen. Especially with all the summer tourists that are showing up now. Someone could break into the house and steal everything we have the instant they noticed it was vacant. I've been in an absolute quandary as to what to do about it. You know what beautiful things we have, Lacey."
"Yes," Lacey agreed. Over a month ago Margo had taken her on a tour of the place, to show off — no other term could fit more perfectly — her home. She hated to admit to being envious, but she had fallen in love with her cousin's home.
"I was sitting here this morning, worrying myself half sick with what might happen while Bob and I are on the ship. Then I remembered Sally telling me that you were going on vacation and I knew I had the perfect solution. You could babysit the house while we're gone!"
Lacey hesitated. "I suppose … I could."
As she ran the idea over in her mind, it sounded like the perfect plan. A vacation spent in luxurious surroundings with the ocean and beach at her doorstep. It was something she wouldn't have been able to afford at twice her salary.
"I just knew you'd help me out!" Margo exclaimed.
"It will be my pleasure," Lacey returned sincerely, already picturing lazy days in the sun. Maybe she would even splurge on a new swimsuit.
"There is one thing," Margo paused. "I told you we were leaving tomorrow. Well, I just hate the thought of the house being empty for an hour. Could you … would you stay here tomorrow night?"
Breathing in deeply, Lacey wondered if her cousin knew what she was asking. Commuting from Virginia Beach to Newport News during rush hour traffic would practically mean rising with the sun. But tomorrow was Thursday. If she could arrange to have Saturday morning off, it would mean only having to make the round trip once.
"Sure," Lacey agreed finally. "I'll pack and drive out after work tomorrow."
"I'll be eternally grateful for this," Margo vowed effusively. "Now there's plenty of food, et cetera, in the house and I'll leave the front door key in the flowerpot near the door."
"Okay."
"You just make yourself at home, Lacey. Listen, I really have to run — I still have oodles of packing to do. See you when we get back from the Caribbean. Bye!"
"Bye." But Lacey's response was given to the dial tone buzzing in her ear.
Shrugging, she replaced the receiver on its cradle. It was typical of Margo. Once her objective was achieved she lost interest. But Lacey didn't bear any grudge. Thanks to Margo, her two weeks' vacation had suddenly taken on a new perspective.
Of course, she still had to talk to Mike Bowman, her employer, about Saturday morning. Straightening from the desk, Lacey walked to the twin set of metal cabinets in her office and deposited the folders on top. As she opened a drawer to begin the filing, the door to her office opened and Mike Bowman, who was one of the chief engineers for the construction company, walked in.
"Hello, Lacey," he greeted her absently, frowning as he paused beside her desk to go through the stack of messages waiting for him.
Brushing aside the sleek brown hair that curved across one side of her forehead, Lacey studied him for an instant. Mike was in his late thirties, a peppering of gray showing up in his dark hair; a confirmed bachelor — so he claimed.
Even with her limited experience, Lacey knew she could search a long time and never find an easier person to work for, nor one more fun on a date. They had dated occasionally in the last few months, although neither had spread the fact around to the others in the office. Mike was good-looking in a strong, dependable kind of way.
"Judging by your expression, I won't ask how your meeting went," Lacey offered with a sympathetic gleam in her brown eyes.
"Please don't." The corners of his mouth were pulled grimly down. "It was an exercise in frustration trying to explain to the big bosses the combination of circumstances that's put the Whitfield project so far behind schedule. Sometimes I think if they'd get out of their offices and out on the job sites, they might get a better understanding of what I'm up against."
"Maybe you should have suggested that," Lacey smiled.
"No, it's not their job." Mike sighed heavily in resignation. "They don't want to hear excuses, they want solutions. And they're right. I have to start coming up with solutions before the problems I have create more problems in and of themselves."
"Speaking of problems, I don't know if you remember or not, but my vacation starts next week."
"Don't remind me of that," Mike grimaced. "I don't want to remember it until Monday morning."
"Sorry, but I was hoping you might give me Saturday morning off." There was a flash off even white teeth as Lacey smiled sympathetically.
"Why? I thought you said you weren't going anywhere on your vacation." He frowned, his hazel eyes confused as he met her gaze.
"My plans have changed slightly," she acknowledged. "My cousin called to ask me if I'd stay at her house in Virginia Beach while she and her husband are away on an impromptu vacation. They leave tomorrow, which means I'll move in tomorrow night. I'll have to commute on Friday — and Saturday, as well, unless you let me have the day off."
"Why not?" Mike shrugged.
"Thanks. I'll work late for you Friday to make up for it," Lacey promised.
"You'd better get out of this madhouse at five on the dot Friday or I might change my mind and postpone your vacation," he declared in a mock threat. "Then your cousin or whoever it was would have to find some other house-sitter. By the way, who's going to take your place here?"
"Donna is." Lacey knew the reaction that announcement would produce. Donna was not one of Mike's favorite people.
There was a skeptical glint in his eye at the name of Lacey's replacement. "You'd better leave the address and phone number of your cousin's house with Jane, just in ease 'dumb Donna' gets things all loused up here or discovers she can't find something. Where did you say you'd be? Virginia Beach?"
"Yes. The house is right on the ocean. And so help me, Mike, if you call me to work on my vacation, I'll —" Lacey never got a chance to finish her warning vow.
"On the beach, you say? Hell," he chuckled, "I just m
ight take my vacation and join you. It sounds like paradise. You know what the travel brochures say — Virginia is for lovers. Maybe we should both take the next two weeks to prove they're right. I could stand to get away from the office myself." Both of them knew he was only dreaming. There wasn't a chance of Mike's having any time off.
"If you aren't doing anything Sunday, why don't you come over?" she suggested, knowing it was wishful thinking Mike was indulging in, but extending the invitation as consolation.
"It's a date," Mike replied without any hesitation, settling for a day instead of two weeks. "I'll bring a couple of steaks and we'll cook outside."
"Terrific," Lacey agreed.
The interoffice line rang and Lacey walked to her desk to answer it. Jane, the receptionist, responded immediately, "Didn't I see Mr. Bowman come in, Lacey?"
"Yes."
"Good. Mr. Whitfield is on line one. He's called a half a dozen times." She didn't bother to add that by this time Mr. Whitfield was a very impatient man. The tone of her voice was riddled with the statement.
"Thanks, Jane." Lacey replaced the receiver and glanced hesitantly at Mike. "Whitfield is on line one," she informed him.
He bared his teeth in a grimace. "I've just been through one frustrating series of explanations. See if you can use that soothing voice of yours and put him off for a while."
Sitting down in her chair, Lacey accepted the challenge. After all, in a sense it was part of her job to shield Mike from unwanted phone calls. Mike stood expectantly beside her desk, watching her intently as she picked up the phone and pushed the button for the first line.
"Mr. Bowman's office. May I help you?" she inquired in her most pleasant manner.
"Yes," came the crisp male voice. "I would like to speak to Mr. Bowman."
It was a command, not a request, and Lacey could tell the difference. Still she persisted. "I'm terribly sorry, but Mr. Bowman is on another line at the moment. May I take a message, please?"