A Love Reunited
Councilman Jake Talford is determined to protect his small Arizona town. Even if that means keeping a close eye on former sweetheart Macy Colston. Macy has come to Canyon Springs to get the scoop for her popular blog Hometowns with Heart. The rest of the town council hopes it will bring in the tourists. But Jake’s worried she’ll turn local gossip into public scandal. He and Macy once shared dreams of a future together. Now it’s up to Jake to make her see what’s most important in life—love, faith and truth.
“Remember these are real people with real lives. They aren’t striving to catch the world’s eye.”
“But isn’t that why the town competed to have me come here?” Her lips twitched in an amusement that belied the tightness in her throat. “My blog puts forgotten little places in the limelight.”
“All I’m asking is that you not exploit anyone. I think you owe me that.”
Her breath caught. “I did the right thing.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Macy.”
She strengthened her grip on the purse in her lap. “I’m a journalist. What we’re called to share with the public doesn’t always make us feel great.”
His firm jaw clenched. “I see.”
But he didn’t. He never had. If she could go back in time, maybe she’d handle the situation differently. Or maybe she wouldn’t. A man who couldn’t support her career choice wasn’t the man for her.
“You’re not to tell anyone we knew each other previously,” he continued. “Understand?”
Not a request, a demand. She could only nod her response, also preferring no one knew she shared a past with this hard-hearted, mulish man.
GLYNNA KAYE
treasures memories of growing up in small Midwestern towns—in Iowa, Missouri, Illinois—and vacations spent in another rural community with the Texan side of the family. She traces her love of storytelling to the many times a houseful of great-aunts and great-uncles gathered with her grandma to share hours of what they called “windjammers”—candid, heartwarming, poignant and often humorous tales of their youth and young adulthood.
Glynna now lives in Arizona, and when she isn’t writing she’s gardening and enjoying photography and the great outdoors.
A Canyon Springs Courtship
Glynna Kaye
Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests but also to the interests of others.
—Philippians 2:3–4
If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.
—John 8:36
To Helen Blackburn, my longtime “kindred spirit” and prayer warrior, whose faithfulness to God and to our friendship continues to inspire me.
Thank you.
Contents
Chapter One
Now he’d done it. He’d unthinkingly stuck his nose smack into Macy Colston’s business. The last thing he had any intention of doing.
Standing next to the high-backed booth at Kit’s Lodge and Restaurant, Jake Talford stared down at Macy’s upturned face, barely noticing the teenage girl seated across from her who slipped from the booth and headed to the door, no doubt cowed by his stern expression.
In spite of himself, he hungrily searched Macy’s delicate, winsome features. The flawless skin he knew to be satiny smooth under his fingertips. The subtle blush caressing high cheekbones. Expressive green eyes. But what was he searching for? Evidence that the still-appealing countenance no longer masked the relentless ambition he’d come to know too well?
“Macy,” he said with a nod of acknowledgment, keeping his voice low. His heart hitched as he hurtled back in time six years to when he’d last seen the aspiring journalist. Back to the pain that had all but cracked open his heart—just like the ring box he’d flung across the room that day.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t miss the fleeting alarm that shot through them. She wasn’t any happier to see him than he was to see her.
“What are you doing in Canyon Springs, Jake?” Her soft, well-remembered voice held an edge, almost as if she suspected he’d stalked her to this small Arizona mountain community.
“I live here.” He raised a brow at her blank look. “Surprised? Slacking on research isn’t your customary style.”
Her long-lashed eyes not leaving his, she licked her lower lip in an almost nervous gesture. His grip tightened on the Windbreaker jacket fisted in his hand. Macy? Nervous? Since when?
“I thought you were from Phoenix.”