Resolutions were being made, laughter and reminiscing was occurring, and it was just overall a very joyful story. The story only spans a single night, but it had a great pace. The story unfolded with flashbacks that propelled the story forwards. It was so great how supportive they were of each other throughout this time. I only have one qualm about this story — and it occurred within the last couple of chapters. One minute she was of one opinion about her wedding day and the next she was saying the exact opposite.
It was just way too sudden with no real backing to the realization. Other than this though, I felt this was an amazing story. It was sweet and ended beautifully. I recommend this story for anyone looking for a quick, sweet, well-written holiday romance. In the end, I give this story 4 out of 5 stars. Jan 02, Auri90 rated it really liked it. Ich bin sehr gespannt was mich noch erwartet. Happy New Year in Virgin River. Jun 28, 78sunny rated it liked it Shelves: Ich habe schon lange keinen Band mehr aus der Reihe gelesen, a 3,4 von 5 Sternen Ich mag ja die altbackene etwas zu perfekte Welt von Virgin River sehr.
Das war hier leider auch so. My copy of this audio book is found here: May 11, KathyB rated it liked it Shelves: Back to Virgin River! I was so sad to see the Virgin River series end so what a delight to go back there, if only for a while. Two people who have experienced a broken relationship meet at Jack's bar on New Year's Eve; one who has learned to move on and one who hasn't.
Drew, tired of studying, goes to Jack's bar for a holiday drink and sees a beautiful, sad looking woman who's trying to hide in a corner, hoping no one comes to talk to her. Sunny has learned to keep a wall around her and not invit Back to Virgin River! Sunny has learned to keep a wall around her and not invite anyone in, especially men.
But Drew is not one to let that bother him until she completely shuts him down. She realizes that she has been rude to him and others so she makes the attempt to come out of her year long melancholy and take a chance on letting the past go. Robyn Carr's characters are very real and relatable. It was so wonderful for me to go back to the Virgin River community and remember what was so special about that place! This was a novella, part of this author's Virgin River series, which is probably my favorite series in this genre, ever! And probably the only story from this series that I hadn't yet read.
It was typical of the series and a chance to re-visit old friends. This story involved 2 singles on New Year's Eve, both of whom have had romantic break-ups in the past year who may or may not be ready for someone new in their lives. They are about to learn that sometime you just don't get to choose if you're This was a novella, part of this author's Virgin River series, which is probably my favorite series in this genre, ever!
They are about to learn that sometime you just don't get to choose if you're ready or not. I likes how this one all occurs on one night but provides flash backs to fill in the gaps.
Erin Foley is hitting the pause button on her rat-race life and holing up in a secluded cabin. Second Chance Pass originally published February and reissued April in mass market paperback. And how is everyone? However, there were houses all the way out to the point with what Cooper could only imagine to be a drop dead view. This short story about New Year's Eve and 2 people who have each had a bad romantic experience fits the Virgin River experience.
A different format was a nice mix! Le pongo un 3. Ha habido algunas cosas que no me han gustado, como que Drew cuente la historia de sus hermanas al menos cinco veces. Se me ha hecho muy repetitiva. A quick enjoyable romantic read. A photographer and a resident meet in Jack's bar. Both have been jilted and slowly recovering.
The author addresses the typical issue; will they overcome their angst of a failed relationship to allow a new one to flourish? Cute Cute but too short. I guess not many places to go with story though. Looking forward to next book out of order since this Amazon didn't show then in correct order and i had to hunt for this and others. I like to read in order. Mar 18, Marge rated it really liked it Shelves: Read as a part of the paperback book, "Tis the Season. Another beautiful short but sweet Christmas romance story about overcoming heartbreak and rejection and learning to love and trust again.
De esta serie lo que menos me gusta son las historias cortas, ya voy con la que sigue. I gave it only four stars because this read as an after thought to me. It was not a critical novel to complete the series. These characters didn't appear much throughout the series, thus, having their own book was unnecessary. Having said that, I will continue to faithfully read her books.
Try to calm yourself. Alright, I needed that—really badly. This book and its main couple had their past so similar they could almost pass as freaking Siamese twins. I would gladly ignore that fact if it were not for the jilted heroine. And sadly, it wasn't the first time something like this happene Breathe in. And sadly, it wasn't the first time something like this happened.
It's really getting on my nerves. Hell, is it so hard to come up with two different backstories for couples or just different ones, period? I'm sure they could've had some other common ground—like hobbies and whatnot. The calmness didn't last long Short and sweet addition to the Virgin River series. They decide to leave the bar to get away from the bar before they ended up being the only singles at midnight.
Cute story, some visits from previous Virgin River characters, but a little too short for my tastes. What to do on the anniversary of the worst day of your life I love the stories of Virgin River and the familiar characters, Mel, Jack, Preacher and the families who move in and out of the stories. She simply wants to let go so she can move on. Denny Cutler —Having found a permanent home in Virgin River after serving in the Marines, this year-old associate in Jilly Farms is surprised to see his former girlfriend, Becca, in town.
Nora Crane —single mother of a newborn and a two-year-old; very young and extremely poor. Adie Clemens —elderly widow in need of some Christmas charity; very concerned for her young neighbor, Nora, and her children. Thickson Family —Frank, a disabled and disgruntled logger; his wife, Lorraine, a hard-working waitress, and their children: Return to Virgin River for the holidays in this uplifting tale from the beloved series by New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr. Last Christmas Marcie Sullivan said a final goodbye to her husband, Bobby. Marcie tracks Ian to the tiny mountain town of Virgin River and finds a man as wounded emotionally as Bobby was physically.
But she is not easily scared off. As Marcie pushes her way into his rugged and reclusive life, she discovers a sweet but damaged soul beneath a rough exterior. Marcie Sullivan drove into the small town, her sixth small mountain town of the day, and found herself face-to-face with a Christmas-tree trimming. She pulled up beside a large cabin with a wide porch, parked her Volkswagen and got out. There were three women at work on a Christmas fir that stood about thirty feet. One woman was old, with springy white hair and black-framed glasses, who pointed upward, as if someone had put her in charge, and the third was a beautiful blonde at the top of a tall, A-frame ladder.
The tree stood between the cabin and an old boarded-up church with two tall steeples and one stained-glass window still intact—a church that must have once been a beautiful structure. He took the rungs every other one, climbing quickly until he reached the blonde. She began to descend, one rung at a time between his big, sturdy feet, while he held her safe against him.
When they got to the bottom, she put her hands on her hips and glared up at him. He glared at the white-haired woman. And Marcie became homesick. She missed her girlfriends, her job. But she was not ready to quit. But one problem was looming large—she was just about out of money. At any moment snow would be falling now that it was early December, or rain could turn to sleet and that little VeeDub could sail off the mountainside like a missile.
More than anything, she wanted to see it through. They were all looking at her. She pushed her wildly curly, out of control, bright red hair over one shoulder nervously. He cleared his throat. She pulled a picture out of the inside of her down vest and extended it toward the man. He seems to be taking mail at Fortuna Post Office general delivery. He looked back at her face and his expression was much more tender.
And he probably has a beard. He did the last time he was seen, about three or four years ago. Thirty-five now—that picture was taken when he was twenty-eight. Jack seemed to think while he studied the face in the picture. Have a bite, a beer maybe, or whatever you like. Tell me a little about him and why you want to find him.
Her stomach growled angrily. He put a hand on her shoulder and started to direct her toward the porch of the bar, but then he stopped suddenly. His brows drew together in a frown. Marcie walked up on the porch and turned to see what he was doing. It was a jackknife kind of affair that could be a short or tall A-frame ladder, and he collapsed it, folded it up until he could lift it with one hand. It was about six feet long dismantled and he carried it right into the bar.
Her stomach made itself heard again and she put a hand against her belly, pushing. Something in the kitchen was sending out waves of delicious smells—something simmering, rich, hot and thick, like beefy, seasoned soup; fresh bread; something sweet and chocolate. And when the man named Jack came back, he was carrying a tray with a steaming bowl on it.
He put everything in front of her; chili, corn bread and honey butter, a small bowl of salad. He drew a cold draft and her mouth actually watered. I showed the picture to Preacher, my cook. It melted in her mouth, and she actually sighed. Ian Buchanan —Suffering from the after-effects of war, Ian, 35, lives in seclusion deep in the forest above Virgin River until Marcie Sullivan finds shelter in his remote cabin during a snowstorm.
Return to Virgin River with four uplifting and emotional stories available together for the first time in a premium box set, from New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr. Hidden Summit originally published January and reissued March in mass market paperback and eBook.
When Connor Danson witnesses a violent crime, he must leave Sacramento and keep a low profile until the trial is over. And in Virgin River, no one can stay hidden away from life and love for very long…. Redwood Bend originally published March and reissued Septembere in mass market paperback and eBook. To make matters worse, the rain has set in, the boys are hungry and Katie is having trouble putting on a spare. Dylan Childress and his buddies are on the motorcycle trip of a lifetime. But the sight of a woman in distress stops them in their tracks.
In one brief moment, the world tilts on its axis and any previous plans Katie and Dylan might have had for their futures are left at the side of the road. Sunrise Point originally published January in mass market paperback and reissued May in mass market paperback and eBook. Her new boss, Tom Cavanaugh, has come home to take over the family farm. Nora has no intention of getting involved with anyone. My Kind of Christmas originally published November in mass market paperback and reissued November in mass market paperback and eBook.
Welcome back to Virgin River! Now available in a box set collection, return to this charming small town with more beloved stories form 1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr. Promise Canyon originally published January in mass market paperback and reissued May in mass market paperback and eBook. Lilly has encountered her share of strong, silent, traditional men. Wild Man Creek originally published February in mass market paperback and reissued October in mass market paperback and eBook. Colin Riordan is recuperating from a horrific helicopter crash, the scars of which he bears inside and out.
Stung personally and professionally by an ill-advised affair, PR guru Jillian Matlock has rented an old Victorian with a promising garden. And sometimes love is the simplest choice of all…. Harvest Moon originally published March in mass market paperback and reissued January in mass market paperback and eBook. The handsome widower looks more like a lumberjack than a sophisticated screenwriter—a combination Kelly finds irresistible.
Bring Me Home for Christmas originally published November in mass market paperback and reissued November in mass market paperback and eBook. This year, Becca Timm knows the number one item on her wish list—getting over Denny Cutler, who broke her heart three years ago. But when an accident turns her impromptu visit into an extended stay, Becca finds herself stranded.
As the power of Christmas envelops them, Becca discovers that the boy she once loved has become a strong and confident man. Four New York Times bestselling authors bring the best of their beloved small town romance series in this new Small-Town Romance Collection! When a quiet and serious-looking hiker, Cal Jones, offers to lend a hand, Maggie is suspicious of his motives—until she finds out the true reason for his deliberate isolation.
The time Cal and Maggie spend together gives Maggie hope for something brighter just on the horizon…if only they can learn to find peace and healing—and perhaps love—with each other. Now available in a box set collection, return to this charming small town with these beloved stories form 1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr. Forbidden Falls originally published January in mass market paperback and reissued October in mass market paperback and eBook.
Reverend Noah Kincaid moved to town to reopen an abandoned church, and the young widower finds an unusual assistant in brash and beautiful Alicia Baldwin. Noah and Alicia are an unlikely team to revitalize a church, much less build a future. The couple has so many differences, but in Virgin River anything is possible, and happiness is never out of the question.
After all, they have a history. News travels fast, and soon the whole town is taking sides. Rebuilding their trust could take a small miracle—and the kind of love that can move mountains. Moonlight Road originally published March in mass market paperback and reissued January in mass market paperback and eBook. Erin Foley is hitting the pause button on her rat-race life and holing up in a secluded cabin.
Her plan is to get to know herself…not the shaggy-haired mountain man she meets. Beneath his faded fatigues and bushy beard, Aiden Riordan is a doctor, recharging for a summer after leaving the navy. As the townspeople gather, two lonely revelers decide the best balm for their broken hearts might just be ringing in the new year with a special midnight kiss.
But this summer, teetering on the threshold of thirty, four women are going to need each other more than ever.
No one delves into the complexities of female friendship better than 1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr. Cassie and Ken walked out of the bar together at seven-thirty. In the rapidly descending darkness of a perfect June night, he pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth in a powerful kiss.
It was a good kiss—consuming and deep. His hands were running up and down her back. Then one slipped around her side, reaching for a breast, and she withdrew. Live music in the park? But you do have brakes, I assume? He opened the door to the passenger side and she slipped in. Instead, he reached over to her side and began to gently caress her upper arm.
He leaned toward her across the console, his eyelids becoming heavy, his mouth slightly open. It was like kiss-on-demand, but at least he was moving more slowly, giving her time, waiting for her to respond. She met his lips for a sweet, short kiss. He moved over her mouth with precision, but when she pulled away from his mouth, laughing nervously again, he grabbed her upper arms in his strong grip. She started to smell an ill wind. She did a quick memory check. He had been polite, attentive, interested. He was a nice-looking guy with a sense of humor.
His behavior now took her by surprise. Her words were cut off as he slipped a big hand around the back of her head and pulled her, roughly, onto his mouth. She pushed at him, making unintelligible sounds beneath his lips, but he was actually climbing across the console while silencing her with his mouth. For a guy about six feet tall, this was unimaginable, but he seemed to do it with ease. In seconds, he was straddling her hips, towering over her so fast she hardly knew what was happening.
She was thinking quickly. There were a few cars around his, but he had parked away from the crowd and his windows were darkly tinted. Her next thought was, How is this possible? This is a nice guy! This is a paramedic! But he was pressing her back against the seat, devouring her mouth, breathing real hard and fast through his nose.
He popped her seat belt off and although she pushed and her protests were lost as whimpers beneath his mouth, she was focused on the logistics of his attack. She was wearing shorts; freeing her from her clothes would not be simple! Then her seat began to recline—he had his hand on the button. He was slowly laying her down. She was beginning to understand his plan. If he got her flat, he could pull down her shorts.
Well, by God, she was at least going to force him to leave bruises! She began to kick and push and wiggle, throwing her head and body wildly back and forth, side to side. Just scream, she told herself. Bite, kick, scream, yell, hit, gouge, anything. She pushed at him with one hand, searching for the door handle with the other. Then, failing to find it, she pounded on the window, hoping to break it, screeching and turning her head away from his mouth so she could get volume.
She tried head butting him, but he held her shoulders down and lifted his head back, and he laughed. She was moving around so violently, the car was actually bouncing. He tried to grab her wrist but she socked him in the eye. She continued banging on the window and yelling. Suddenly there was a sharp rapping on her window. Ken lowered the window an inch. Cassie bit his hand as hard as she could and he jumped so abruptly, he hit his head on the ceiling of the car. Cassie heard the man with the deep voice try to open the locked door.
A sharp object she vaguely recognized as a key popped through the compromised glass and started boring a hole into it, releasing diamondlike pebbles of glass that fell into the car. A huge hand attached to a huge arm entered through the hole in the window and reached down to flip the lock.
The door opened instantly and Cassie stumbled out. This was a giant wearing a tight white T-shirt covered by a black leather vest adorned with chains. On the arm that had freed her was a tattoo of a naked lady. He had a lot of facial hair—long, thick sideburns and a handlebar moustache that framed his mouth. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Cassie was five-three and this guy had a foot on her, at least. He pulled her away from the SUV and turned her around so that he stood between her and the car. Suddenly the SUV was in gear, and Ken—the polite, salt-of-the-earth paramedic—took off.
The passenger door slowly drifted closed as the car banked and turned, leaving some skid marks behind. Suddenly the SUV skidded to a stop just before exiting the parking lot.
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Through the broken passenger door window flew an object, crashing to the ground. Then the car sped away. Cassie looked up at the guy who had saved her. He looked scruffy and scary, like he could be a Hells Angel or something. But Ken, so clean-cut, turned out to be the dangerous one. Cassie fished around in her purse for her keys, her hands shaking. She let a huff of laughter escape through her tears.
Imagine having a guy like this follow her, know where she lived? She has a protective German shepherd and a six-foot-two-inch husband. The big man laughed, a deep and rumbling sound. Another laugh puffed out of Cassie, but then she instantly plummeted into tears. Her purse dropped from her hands and she leaned against him, wailing.
He bent down and picked up the purse and then, with a big arm draped around her shoulders, he gently, protectively, led her back toward the bar. Calm down a little. By the time he got all that out, they were nearly at the door to the bar. She wiped at her cheeks, her eyes. In just a few minutes she was sitting in a corner booth, staring into a cup of black coffee, across from one big, mean-looking biker. And he had a cup of coffee, too. Cassie could hardly lift her head; she was exhausted, frightened, wrung out, relieved.
But as she slowly realized what she really was, she looked up in some surprise, right into the amazing blue eyes of her rescuer. And a real hard-case cop, too. Not a lot of gray area with him. Listen, how well do you know that guy? He works with people I know. I know a lot of their friends. I thought we had mutual friends. What if he was just lying? The car was rocking. Two people in the front seat?
Then she shook her head. Now available in a box set collection, return to Virgin River with these beloved stories form 1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr. Second Chance Pass originally published February and reissued April in mass market paperback. The good folks of Virgin River might have to meddle to get these two to realize they both deserve a second chance. Temptation Ridge originally published March in mass market paperback. Right—and everything she wants in a man is essentially the opposite of what she gets in rugged Luke Riordan.
The jaded, battle-scared army pilot is all wrong for her, but sometimes what you want and what you need are two different things. Paradise Valley originally published April in mass market paperback. Marine Corporal Rick Sudder is home early from Iraq, and must reconcile his past life in Virgin River with the man he is now. Can Liz, who never gave up on him, help him mend his broken body and shattered heart? Four moving stories of forgiveness, new beginnings, and the power of love to heal….
Mothers and daughters, sisters and cousins—they lived for summers at the lake house until a tragic accident changed everything. The Summer That Made Us is an unforgettable story about a family learning to accept the past, to forgive and to love each other again. For the Hempsteads, two sisters who married two brothers and had three daughters each, summers were idyllic.
The women would escape the city the moment school was out to gather at the family house on Lake Waseka. The lake was a magical place, a haven where they were happy and carefree. All of their problems drifted away as the days passed in sun-dappled contentment. Until the summer that changed everything. After an accidental drowning turned the lake house into a site of tragedy and grief, it was closed up.
Torn apart, none of the Hempstead women speak of what happened that summer, and relationships between them are uneasy at best to hurtful at worst. But in the face of new challenges, one woman is determined to draw her family together again, and the only way that can happen is to return to the lake and face the truth. Robyn Carr has crafted a beautifully woven story about the complexities of family dynamics and the value of strong female relationships.
Charlene Berkey was devastated. Her television career had come to an abrupt end. She should have been better prepared—the ratings had been falling and daytime talk shows were shrinking in popularity, but she thought her show would survive. Then, without warning, they canceled the show. She was on the street, unemployed and feeling too old to compete at the age of forty-four.
The situation put a terrible strain on her relationship. She felt overwhelmed, terrified and useless. She had no idea what the future held for her. Her most recent procedure to beat the monster was a bone marrow transplant and now all she could do was wait. Charley made a quick decision. She wanted to use this time she suddenly had to be with her sister.
She picked up her phone. I want to get up on one of those bright summer mornings, sit on the dock and watch the sun rise and the fish jump, and see those old fishermen floating out there with their lines cast, waiting for a catch. I want to spend the summer thinking about the way we were—six little blondes with bodies brown as berries. Half-naked, dirty as dogs, flushed and happy and healthy and strong. Our sleeping bags out on the porch, giggling late into the muggy summer nights.
They were like the perfect couple with the exception of a brief separation just a couple of years ago. But…oh, Charley, it brought back such wonderful memories. Bunny died twenty-seven years ago. If Mother wants to suffer for the rest of her life, what can I do about it? Or the locks rotted away and are useless. We can get in and have the locks replaced. To the scene of the crime, so to speak. They were so close!
Mother seemed to blame Aunt Jo. Mother has always found a handy person to blame. Charley had often wondered how they could have been saved from such utter disaster. It was obvious what went wrong—poor little Bunny, gone. But it remained a mystery how everything could go as wrong as it had. That was probably why she had been so successful in the talk show business—that search for answers. It had been a very popular show. And it was now canceled.
There it is , Charley thought. She had been only fifteen at the time. The doctor called it a nervous breakdown and completely understandable, given the circumstances. They hospitalized and medicated her. For the most part. I think it will be healing. So relaxing and healthy. I want to hear the ducks, the boats on the lake, the children at the camp down the road, the naughty teenagers partying across the lake in that cove.
Charlene remembered partying on the beach at the cove around the bend from the lodge. She had been all of sixteen. This is an odd time. She and Michael were fighting. About marriage, of all things. Available for the first time in a box set, the first four stories in the acclaimed series from 1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr.
Discover a remote mountain town that might be the perfect place to start fresh. Virgin River originally published April and reissued May and December in mass market paperback. Nurse practitioner Melinda Monroe comes to town to escape her heartache, though nothing is what she expected. A tiny baby abandoned on a porch changes all her plans, and former marine Jack Sheridan cements them into place. Shelter Mountain originally published May and reissued May and February in mass market paperback. Whispering Rock originally published June and reissued March in mass market paperback.
A Virgin River Christmas originally published November and reissued November in mass market paperback. Marcie Sullivan has finally found Ian Buchanan, a man she owes a special debt to. Maybe in this season of wonder, Ian can look into his painful past and open his heart to the uncertain future. But on arriving at the stretch of land and charming general store, Maggie finds she must take on an unexpected responsibility. As they spend time together, Maggie is given hope for something brighter in the future, if only they can learn to find peace and healing…and maybe even love.
Sierra will learn to cherish the family you are given and the family you choose. A visit with her big brother Cal and his new bride, Maggie, seems to be the best option to help her get back on her feet. Not wanting to burden or depend on anyone, Sierra is surprised to find the Crossing offers so much more than a place to rest her head. She had given this a great deal of consideration.
Colorado had not been her only option but she decided it might be the best one. Her brother Cal, with whom she shared a deep bond, was making a life here and he wanted her to be part of it. Sierra needed a new place to start over. A place with no bad memories, where she had no history and yet, had a strong emotional connection.
Her big brother was a powerful pull. He was eight years older but had been more than just her brother. He had been her best friend. His house in progress, that is. Cal and Maggie had been married less than six months and were living in the barn they were converting into a house. A very important part of creating a new life was independence. She did not want to be accountable to anyone but herself. The truth, hidden protectively in her heart, was that she was afraid to depend on Cal again as she had when she was a little girl. He had a new family, after all. Independence was a little frightening.
But, she reminded herself, she did have her brother near and willing to lend a hand if she needed anything, just as she was more than eager to be there for Cal and Maggie. She was thirty years old and it was high time she built a life that reflected the new woman she was becoming. This was a joyful, challenging, exciting and terrifying change. If a little lonely at times…. She had a short checklist of things she wanted to settle for herself before seeing Cal. First—she wanted to look around the area. Timberlake was the town closest to where her brother and Maggie lived and she thought it was adorable.
It was a little touristy, a little on the Wild West side with its clapboard shop fronts and Victorian-style houses, surrounded by the beauty of snow-topped mountains and long, deep fields. The first day she spent in the small town there was a herd of elk cantering down the main street.
One big bull was bugling at the cows and calves, herding them away from the town and back to grazing land. They were at once majestic and klutzy, wandering in a little confusion through the cars. An old guy standing in front of a barbershop explained to her that with spring, they were moving to higher elevations, cows were giving birth, grazing was found in different areas. And in the fall, he said, watch out for rutting season. That was all it took for Sierra to begin to hope this would be the right place for her, because her heart beat a little faster just watching that grand herd move through town.
The owner of the hostel, a woman in her sixties called Midge, had said there were rooms and apartments being let by local homeowners all over town. As it happened, Sierra loved the early morning. She even had an app for her phone. There were regularly scheduled meetings everywhere. In Timberlake and in all the small towns surrounding it from Breckinridge to Colorado Springs. They were usually held in churches but there were some in community centers, in office buildings, hospitals and even clubhouses.
She would never be without support. Sierra had reconnected with Cal about seven months ago, right before he and Maggie married. Those years had been especially difficult for Cal; the past five years had been brutal. His first wife, Lynne, had suffered from scleroderma, a painful, fatal disease, and had passed away three years ago. Cal had been a lost soul. But that was in the past and the future was her opportunity. Sierra was thrilled for him.
He would never know how much she looked forward to a baby. She would be an auntie. Since she would never have children of her own, this was an unexpected gift. Cal Jones lay back against the pillows, his fingers laced behind his head, sheet drawn to his waist. He watched Maggie preen naked in front of the full-length mirror, checking her profile. Just the tiniest curve where her waist had been. She kept smoothing her hand over it.
She beamed at him, her eyes alive. He watched her with pride. Thin as a reed with that little bump that he put there, her smile wistful and almost angelic. She wanted the baby as much as he did; she thrilled with each day it grew in her. This baby had healed something in her.
And it filled him with a new hope. Magnificently, I might add. She reached for her underwear, then her jeans, then her sweatshirt. The show was over. Tom will be here anytime. Cal and Maggie were living in the barn they were renovating into a big house with the guidance of Tom Canaday, a local with some amazing carpentry and other building skills. Tom had good subcontractors to help, speeding up the process. Tom, Cal and a few extra hands had finally finished off a bedroom and functional bath- room along with a semifunctional kitchen.
The proper master bedroom would be up- stairs. They had a good seal on their temporary bedroom door so they could sleep there and not be overcome by sawdust or the dirt of construction. Maggie spent most of her free time at the store helping her dad. Then there were those three or four days a week she was in Denver where she practiced neurosurgery.
During her days away, Cal and Tom did the things that were noisiest, smelliest and messiest—the pounding and sawing, cutting granite and quartz, applying the noxious sealer, installing the floors, sanding and staining. But the most precious addition of all was the Shop-Vac. That little beauty kept dirt, sawdust, spillage and debris manageable. It was their goal to have the house finished before the baby came, due in October.
Tom Canaday was at the house, his truck backed up to the door, before Cal had finished making Maggie breakfast—very likely by design. Cal got the eggs back out and started making more breakfast. Tom brought his twenty-year-old son, Jackson; something he did whenever Jackson had a day free of classes. In the cavernous great room they sat at a long picnic table. They met with subcontractors there, spread material samples or design renderings on it, looked through catalogs.
It was truly multipurpose. Nestled on the Oregon coast is a small town of rocky beaches and rugged charm. Developers see it as a potential gold mine. Cooper has never been a man to settle in one place, and Thunder Point was supposed to be just another quick stop. But Cooper finds himself getting involved with the town. And with Sarah Dupre, a woman as complicated as she is beautiful.
With the whole town watching for his next move, Cooper has to choose between his old life and a place full of new possibilities. A place that just might be home. He pulled to the side of the road frequently to let a long string of motorists pass. Skipping the garden tour, he bought a sandwich and drink and headed out of the monument-size trees to the open road, which very soon revealed the rocky Oregon Coast.
Cooper stopped at the first outlook over the ocean and parked. The message I got was that Ben was killed, and there were no details. I want to talk to the Sheriff. Preferably, see the Sheriff when I talk to him. I need some answers. I just found out. Some old guy—Rawley someone —found a phone number and called me.
He was killed, Rawley said. I want to know what happened to him. He was my friend. But Cooper wanted to look him in the eye when he heard the tale. We were supposed to meet with a third buddy from the Army in Virgin River for some hunting. Ben always said he had a bait shop. About four miles down Gibbons, look for a homemade sign that says Cheap Drinks. Turn left onto Bailey Pass. It curves down the hill. Cooper signed off, slipped the phone into his jacket pocket and got out of the truck.
He put his lunch on the hood and leaned against the truck, looking out at the northern Pacific Ocean. The beach was rocky, and there were two-story boulders sticking out of the water. A low flying orange and white helicopter flew over the water—a Coast Guard HH Dolphin, search and rescue. For a moment he had a longing to be back in a chopper, surprised it was only a moment. Once he got this business about Ben straightened out, he might get to the chore of looking for a flying job.
That job had really soured for him after an oil spill. He hated the thought of going back to work for an oil company. His head turned as he followed the Coast Guard chopper across the water. He was more inclined to avoid off-shore storms than to fly right into them to pluck someone out of a wild sea. He took a couple of swallows of his drink and a big bite of his sandwich, vaguely aware of a number of vehicles pulling into the outlook parking area. People were getting out of their cars and trucks and moving to the edge of the viewing area with binoculars and cameras.
The waves crashed against the big rocks with deadly power, and the wind was really kicking up. He knew only too well how dicey hovering in wind conditions like that could be. And so close to the rocks. If anything went wrong, that helicopter might not be able to recover in time to avoid the boulders or crashing surf. Then a man in a harness emerged from the helicopter, dangling on a cable. He put down his sandwich and dove into the truck, grabbing for the binoculars in the central compartment.
He honed in on that boulder, a good forty or fifty feet tall, and what had been two specs he recognized as two human beings. One was on top of the rock, squatting to keep from being blown over in the wind, the other clinging to the face of the rock. And now, thanks to the binoculars, he could see a small boat was floating away from the rock. They both wore what appeared to be wet suits under their climbing gear. There was a stray rope anchored to the rock and flapping in the breeze. The emergency medical tech grabbed onto the wall of the rock beside the stranded climber, stabilized himself with an anchor in the stone, and held there for a minute.
Then the climber hoisted himself off the wall of the rock and onto the EMT, piggy back to the front of the harnessed rescuer, both of them pulled immediately up to the copter via the cable. They were quickly pulled within. And that was the hard part. Rescuing the guy up top was going to be less risky for all involved. The chopper backed away from the rock slightly while victim number one was pulled inside and presumably stabilized.
Then, slowly edging near the rock once more, hovering there, a rescue basket was deployed. The climber on top waited until the basked was right there before he stood, grabbed it and literally fell inside. As he was being pulled up, motorists around Cooper cheered. Before the climber was pulled all the way into the chopper, the small craft that had gotten away from them crashed against the mountainous boulder and broke into pieces.
It left nothing but debris on the water. Once the boat was lost, so were they. Who called the Coast Guard? Probably one of them, from a cell phone. Cooper found himself thinking, And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes our matinee for today.