Common Enemy
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Common Enemy
by
Sandra Dailey
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Common Enemy
COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Sandra Dailey
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Publishing History
First Crimson Rose Edition, 2014
Print ISBN 978-1-62830-327-8
Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-328-5
Published in the United States of America
Also by Sandra Dailey
and available from The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
THE CHIEF'S PROPOSAL
A marriage of convenience.
How far would you go to achieve your goals?
~*~
TWICE THE TROUBLE
A reunion romance.
Can past lovers learn to forgive
and make a future together?
Dedication
I’m dedicating this book to my son.
Like a warrior’s sword, he was forged in fire,
tested on the field, and came out strong.
I love you, Evan
Chapter One
The sun dipped low behind the old farmhouse setting it in silhouette against the evening sky. Jordan parked and got out to look closer. Her heart sank when its condition became clear. She certainly had her work cut out for her. The blue paint on the two-story structure had faded to gray and was peeling in large patches. The windows were covered in mossy grime. Some of the shutters were barely hanging onto the building. A few shingles were missing from the roof. But as always, the pair of wooden rocking chairs stood guard by the front door.
Mr. Coleman had walked over from his farm and was sweeping clouds of dust from the front porch. He was the nearest neighbor and Gram’s best friend. He’d been with Gram when she’d suffered a stroke and had kept an eye on her property until her recent death.
“I’m sorry the old place is in such a state, Jordan. I should have kept it up better for you. I’m just not as young as I used to be. Your grandmother would have a flip tizzy if she could see how it looks.” He squinted to watch a second car stop behind Jordan’s. It was Holly Douglas, her childhood friend.
“Its okay, Mr. Coleman,” Jordan assured him. “I’ve got plenty of time to put it right. I’m just glad to be home.”
“I was hoping you’d feel that way. I hate the thought of the old place being sold to strangers.”
“Thank you.” Jordan gave him a hug, and then took another look around. “I’ll have to hire someone to help me with the heavy work. I had no idea the house had gotten so run down. Do you know anyone I could call?”
“I’ve got a man that helped me rebuild my barn. We had a lot of damage after the last hurricane and he was a godsend. I hated to see him go, but I didn’t have anything left for him to do at my place. He’s a nice, quiet guy, and does excellent work, but he’s a drifter. His name is Conner McCrae and he works real cheap. I’ve already asked him to come by tomorrow.”
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Holly asked from behind Jordan. “She and her daughter, Lizzy, will be living way out here alone. What do you know about this man?”
“He gave me a list of people he’d done work for that all sang his praises. I guess he fell on hard times a few years back. Now he just stays to himself and does what he can to get by, but he puts in a hard day’s work. I’ve gotten to know him and I’d trust him with my life. I’m only a half-mile down the road if you need me, but I know he won’t give you any trouble. You won’t find a better worker.” Arnold leaned the old broom in its place at the end of the porch. “I’d better start back home before it gets any later.” He tipped his old straw hat. “Good night ladies.”
As Holly helped Jordan unload her car, she told her about her husband and two sons. She talked about her job at the local grocery and the upcoming Heritage Day celebration in the park. It was nice to reconnect with her old school pal after seven long years, but the trip from Tampa and Gram’s funeral had worn Jordan out. She couldn’t hold back a big yawn.
“I have to get back home,” Holly groaned. “Charlie must be going crazy with the boys by now. Promise you’ll call as soon as they get the phone turned on tomorrow. I want to have you over for a barbeque soon. It’s Charlie’s specialty.”
“I’d love to,” Jordan exclaimed. “I can’t wait to meet your family. Just give me a couple of weeks, though. I have to put some serious work into this house and I need a little time to adjust.”
“Would you like me to come over in the morning when you meet Mr. Coleman’s handyman? I still feel a little uncomfortable about you being alone out here with him.”
“No, I’ll be fine. Mr. Coleman wouldn’t send anyone over who he didn’t trust completely. Besides that, you have to go to work tomorrow. I’ll see you when I come into town to do some grocery shopping.”
Jordan walked upstairs and fell into bed exhausted, physically and mentally. Being in Gram’s house again brought back so many memories. This had been her first real home. Her mother had dropped her off here when she was seven. One day when Jordan was in the sixth grade, she’d come home to find a man sitting with her grandparents. He was rolling his hat in his hands, staring at the floor while Gram cried and Pop stared into the fireplace looking devastated. Her mother had been found in an Atlanta hotel room, dead from a drug overdose. Jordan hadn’t known how to feel about it. She didn’t really know her mother. Her grandparents were her family and this was her home. She had been happy here.
Jordan drifted off to sleep for what seemed like a few minutes.
“Mom, mom, mom, mom…”
Jordan opened one eye to find Lizzy lying beside her, her face a mere three inches away. She lifted herself on one elbow to see the alarm clock over her daughter’s head. It was eight o’clock. She flopped on her back, waiting for the fuzziness in her head to clear. It took a moment to realize that she was lying in her grandmother’s bed, in her grandmother’s house.
For the first time in years, she’d slept through the night without waking at every little sound. She hadn’t jumped from the bed with a feeling of stark fear. She and her daughter were safe.
“What’s for breakfast, Mommy? I’m starving.” Lizzy squirmed out of her embrace and off the bed. She stood in her pink nightgown and bare feet, her copper colored hair, in tangles, caught the sunlight. Jordan could see the dusting of freckles over the little girl’s nose. She had always hated her own auburn hair and freckles, but they were adorable on Lizzy.
“One of Gram’s friends sent a coffee cake yesterday, but I don’t have any milk. Would you like to have a cup of tea with me, like a big girl?”
“Well, I guess, but just this once. It’s not really good for me you know.”
“I know, but I promise that I’ll get you some milk when I go to the store.”
Lizzy jumped from the bed to run out of the room. She stopped in the hall and yelled back, “Do you think the man outside will want some tea, too, Mommy?”
“What man?”
“The man under your car,” Lizzy answered matter-of-factly as she ran on ahead.
Jordan finished fastening the snap on her jeans before she opened the front door. And yes, a man was just coming out from under her car. Even with his back to her, she knew she’d never seen him before. Not a lot of men were that much taller than her. Not many men had hair almost as long as hers. His was blond and braided halfway down his muscular back. His fists at the waist of his tight black T-shirt showed off the bulging muscles in his arms. The faded jeans were snug over well-shaped legs. And it was all topped by a well-worn straw cowboy hat. Nope, she would have definitely remembered him. The stranger alert in her head went off like fourth-of-July fireworks.
“If you’re checking for a low-jack, I have to warn you…that car is not worth the trouble of stealing.” Sarcasm was her first shield of defense.
He looked over his shoulder with a smile that revealed even white teeth and light blue eyes in contrast to his darkly tanned skin. “I was trying to see what’s leaking under there. I think you may have a problem.”
“Oh great!” Jordan stomped down the steps. “That’s just what I need right now!” She stopped beside him and contemplated the puddle under the front half of her car.
“Well, don’t worry.” He kept his head down and his hat low. “I do cars as well as houses and lawn work. Looks like you could use all my services. This place is a mess.”
“You must be the man that Mr. Coleman told me about. If you’re trying to charm me into hiring you, you’ve gotten off to a damn good start.”
“Sorry, but I call ’em as I see ’em. I heard that the place had been empty for a few years and it shows.”
“I didn’t expect you so early. We haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
“Hey, mister, you want some tea?” Lizzy bounded down the steps in her nightgown. She lost her footing on the bottom step and pitched forward onto the dirt path. The man’s reflexes were faster than Jordan’s. As he picked Lizzy up his hat fell behind him. He stood her in front of him to dust away the dirt and inspect the scrape on her knee.
“How’d you get that big scar on your face?” Lizzy blurted.
“I got cut with a knife, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as falling from the porch steps. You must be a very brave girl.”
“I am. How did you get cut with a knife? Mom doesn’t let me touch knives.”
“Lizzy, don’t be so nosy.” By this time Jordan had recovered from the shock of seeing the deep scar. It ran down the man’s left cheek, into his short beard, and under the collar of his shirt.
“It’s okay. Kids are always curious. It’s best to let them ask.” He picked up his hat and hit it against his leg to knock off the dirt before he put it back on. He turned back to her daughter. “You know Lizzy, it doesn’t really matter how it happened. It just shows you how dangerous knives can be. I guess it’ll be a good idea to listen to your mom about that kind of stuff.”
“I do,” Lizzy replied. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Connor McCrae. I came by to talk to your mom. But first she needs to make you some breakfast while I look at her car.”
“Okay!” Lizzy ran back up the steps.
“Hey! Slow down before you scuff your other knee.” He watched her with a smile. To Jordan he said, “That little girl must be a handful.”
“I’m Jordan Holbrook.” As she shook his hand she sized him up and figured him to be about six-feet-five. Up close he didn’t look too much older than her. “Thanks for being so nice to Lizzy. She can be a bit forward sometimes. I hope she didn’t say anything to embarrass you.”
“Of course not. She’s a great kid.” He held his hand out. “Give me your keys and I’ll look at the car while you eat. I should have an idea about the rest of the work to be done around here soon, too.”
Jordan watched Connor walk around the house and property most of the day. She tried to keep her mind on her own work, but it was disconcerting to have a stranger on the premises conducting a silent inspection.
Lizzy had spent the day putting her room in order and had stayed out of the way, for the most part.
When the kitchen had been scrubbed to her satisfaction, Jordan realized that it was getting dark. She folded the dishtowel over the oven handle and walked upstairs to take a shower. She was exhausted. Lizzy had fallen asleep just after dinner. It was time to pamper herself for a little while.