Love Finds a Home. Kathryn Springer

he saw a boy standing knee-deep in the water, tugging on a rope attached to a makeshift raft bobbing in the waves. He was in no immediate danger that Jake could see, but because the kid’s frame looked as thin as one of the reeds growing along the shoreline, Jake decided to lend a hand. “Hold on!”

      At the sound of Jake’s voice, the boy turned to look at him.

      Jake, who’d always prided himself on keeping his emotions in check, felt his jaw drop in disbelief.

      There was no mistaking that pair of serious blue eyes and unruly hank of sandy blond hair.

      Jeremy Barlow looked just as astonished to see him. “Chief S-Sutton.”