Cari Lynn Webb

Single Dad To The Rescue


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      Happy reading!

       Cari Lynn Webb

      To Stacey—a best friend who quickly became family. You’re the sister I got to choose myself.

      Special thanks to my editor, Kathryn Lye, for pushing me to become a better writer. I’m grateful. To Melinda and Anna for your continuous support. To my husband and daughters for your plot-twist suggestions that always make me laugh and disrupt my stress.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       About the Author

       Booklist

       Title Page

       Copyright

      Note to Readers

       Introduction

       Dear Reader

       Dedication

       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

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER ONE

      “CAN I OFFER you a ride?” A man’s deep voice broke through Brooke Ellis’s stupor.

      Brooke squeezed Luna’s dog leash and tried to squeeze a sense of composure through herself.

      Why were simple questions the hardest?

      Maybe they’d always been hard and that was why Brooke had chosen to live alone in the mountains of Northern California for the past five years.

      Until two days ago.

      Exactly fifty-two hours earlier, a wildfire had ripped through the forest, forced Brooke and her neighbors to evacuate and destroyed lives.

      Brooke turned in her gravel driveway and stared at the older gentleman watching her from inside an oversize pickup truck.

      He smiled and repeated his question, “Do you need a ride someplace?”

      She stepped closer, found patience in his kind gaze and her answer. “I have no place to go.”

      He got out of his truck and walked toward her—he was wearing a volunteer fire-and-rescue jacket. The man may have been older, but he towered over Brooke by at least a foot and seemed to understand his height might make her guarded. He knelt and held his hand out for Luna to sniff. “There’s a shelter set up in town. I could drop you off there.”

      Brooke indicated the two pet carriers near her feet. Archie, her one-year-old cat, slept in one. The veterinarian hospital had to evacuate its