She headed for the door, then paused and turned back to him with those sparkling green eyes. “I have an idea. How about if when you get the okay from your grandfather I handle organizing the inside of the cabin for you?”
She walked back to him so he got the full effect of her beauty. Her flawless skin and perfect mouth. All that thick brown hair brushing her shoulders, making his hands itch to touch it.
“There’s no need for you to do that.”
“I know, but you rescued my son. There’s no way I can repay you for that. Please let me help you.”
He’d pretty much been a loner since his marriage ended. His choice. And this woman wasn’t helping his solitude.
Dear Reader,
This is my last book in the ROCKY MOUNTAIN BRIDES series—for now anyway. So I’m happy that I was able to write Gina’s story. She wasn’t originally going to be my heroine, but then she came to life in her sister Lorelei’s story, Single Dad’s Holiday Wedding, and there was no other choice for me.
Abuse is a hard topic to discuss, and worse to live with. It’s taken Gina Williams years to finally leave her situation and start over. Once settled in Destiny, Colorado, her worst fears come true when her ex-husband finds her and kidnaps her young son Zack.
My hero, loner ex-Army Master Sergeant Grady Fletcher, just happens to stumble into the situation, and can’t walk away when he’s asked to help. It’s his Military Working Dog, Scout, who finds the boy, and refuses to leave his side until help comes.
Whether they like it or not, Grady and Gina are thrown together many more times. They each have emotional pain from their pasts, but soon they realise that leaning on each other helps the healing. It’s a long road back for them, but they find strength in each other’s arms.
I hope you enjoy the journey.
Patricia Thayer
About the Author
Originally born and raised in Muncie, Indiana, PATRICIA THAYER is the second of eight children. She attended Ball State University, and soon afterwards headed West. Over the years she’s made frequent visits back to the Midwest, trying to keep up with her growing family.
Patricia has called Orange County, California, home for many years. She not only enjoys the warm climate, but also the company and support of other published authors in the local writers’ organisation. For the past eighteen years she has had the unwavering support and encouragement of her critique group. It’s a sisterhood like no other.
When she’s not working on a story, you might find her travelling the United States and Europe, taking in the scenery and doing story research while thoroughly enjoying herself, accompanied by Steve, her husband for over thirty-five years. Together, they have three grown sons and four grandsons. As she calls them: her own true-life heroes. On rare days off from writing you might catch her at Disneyland, spoiling those grandkids rotten! She also volunteers for the Grandparent Autism Network.
Patricia has written for over twenty years, and has authored more than forty-six books. She has been nominated for both a National Readers’ Choice Award and the prestigious RITA® Award. Her book Nothing Short of a Miracle won an RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice award. A longtime member of Romance Writers of America, she has served as President and held many other board positions for her local chapter in Orange County. She’s a firm believer in giving back.
Check her website, www.patriciathayer.com, for upcoming books.
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Patricia Thayer
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To the strongest and the most stubborn woman.
I’ll miss you every day, but I’m happy you’re
with Dad now.
Love you, Mom. Rest in peace.
CHAPTER ONE
REGINA WILLIAMS rolled over and stared up at the peeling paint on the ceiling of her bedroom and smiled.
Two weeks. That was how long she and Zack had been living in the little bungalow on Cherry Street. Even with the endless projects to do, and the sparse furnishings, they’d found joy moving into their very first home.
Of course, there were thirty years of payments ahead, even with Lori’s help as co-signer and a good interest rate. That was as far as Gina would let her wealthy big sister go. She had to do this on her own. She had to prove to herself and her son they could be independent.
She had a good start, with her staging business and thrift shop and new friends and now, a wonderful place to live. Destiny, Colorado, was a great small town to raise her seven-year-old son. Zack was thriving in school and he was making friends. He was finally coming out of his shell, and maybe putting their old life where it belonged. In the past.
She climbed out of bed, slipped on her robe as she walked into the hall. She hesitated at Zack’s door, then decided to put on coffee first. In the kitchen, she drew back the curtains at the French doors that overlooked the backyard.
This was the view that had sold her on the house—also the acre of land out back. Springtime in Colorado was an array of color and she had already planned out her flower garden in her head.
Right now she’d better get her busy day started. Coffee made, she walked down the hall, knocked on her son’s door and opened it. “Rise and shine, kiddo.” No response. Zack had always been a slow starter. She went across the hall to the bathroom and turned on the light, then the shower.
“Come on, Zack,” she called. “I need to get to work and you have school.” She walked back to the bunk beds, to find the top bunk empty. So she glanced under to the lower bed, but no child.
“Zack,” she called, and pushed around the blankets. “Honey, we don’t have time to play around. So come out of hiding.”
Fear began to build as she glanced around the room. That was when she saw the curtains blowing from the open window. She rushed over to find the screen missing.
“No, God. No!” Her heart stopped then started racing as she frantically checked the closet, then under the bed, calling her son.
“Zack. Oh, God. Where are you? Please come out.” Even as she pleaded, something in the back of her mind told her that her worst nightmare had come true. She returned to the bed, jerked back the blankets and found the proof. A crumpled piece of paper.
A familiar feeling of helplessness hit her. Hard. Instinctively Gina knew it was a note from her ex-husband.