Fair Catch
Authors: Cindy Roland Anderson
TABLE OF CONTENTS
SAMPLE CHAPTER: “DISCOVERING SOPHIE”
Fair Catch
a novel
by
Cindy Roland Anderson
Fair Catch
Cindy Roland Anderson
©2013 Cindy Roland Anderson
Published by Winsome Press Publishing
This is a work of fiction. The characters, names, places, incidents and dialogue are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form whatsoever without prior written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief passages embodied in critical reviews and articles.
Published by Winsome Press Publishing, Farmington, UT
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA
LCCN: 2013943631
1. Fiction. 2. Women’s. 3. Romance
ISBN- 13:
978-0615838052
ISBN-10:
0615838057
Editor: Sadie L. Anderson
Typeset by Stephanie Fowers and Sadie L. Anderson
Cover Design by Harbertson Design
Cover Photography by Vanessa Brown Photography
Permission acquired to use the Wilson® logo.
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Dedication
For my beautiful daughter Nicole who knows more about football than her four brothers. Thank you for being such a wonderful daughter and friend. You amaze me every day and I am lucky to be your mom.
Acknowledgments
There are many people I need to thank for the help and support they’ve given me in my writing journey. To my children who made sure Mom had her own laptop and that no one else used it so my files didn’t somehow end up mysteriously disappearing. To my mom Reva Roland, my sister Michelle Papasian, my niece Stephanie Fuhriman for your willingness to read multiple drafts over and over and for making me feel like I could really do this.
To my daughter Nicole Harbertson for coming up with the perfect picture for the cover of
Fair Catch
, and then for being the model—you wear the red shoes well! To my daughter-in-law Sadie Anderson for her excellent editing skills, and to my son Tyler Anderson for helping Sadie proof read until it was right—you both are awesome! A special thanks to my son-in-law Casey Harbertson for the beautiful cover artwork.
To my husband John for understanding how much writing means to me and for wanting me to be successful. And for my son Matthew who makes me laugh every day and was the inspiration for Cade.
Thank you to my beta readers Amber Burningham, Diane Nye, Valerie Bybee, Carrie Plastow, Valerie Drollinger, and Elise May for your invaluable feedback. Thanks to my critique group, Cindy Hogan, Jennifer Moore, Susan Tietjen, and Angela Woiwode for helping me improve my writing skills.
I want to extend a special thanks to my mentor Stephanie Fowers for being such an amazing writer and friend. You saw
Fair Catch
for what it could be and I know I couldn’t have come this far without you.
I also want to remember and thank my dear friend Betsy Christensen (1968-2011) who passed away too soon. She was an expert in grammar and helped me come up with the title of
Fair Catch
.
Thanks to Kevin Murphy of Wilson Sporting Goods for his help in obtaining permission to use the Wilson® logo.
And finally, thanks to my Heavenly Father for giving me so many wonderful blessings, and so many wonderful people to share them with.
Chapter One
Ellie
Garrett’s feet pounded rhythmically against the pavement, her anger growing with each step as her mind replayed the frustrating phone call she had received thirty minutes ago. Sweat trickled down her back as she made another loop around the jogging trail. She wiped her hand across her forehead and slowed her tempo. She needed to cool down—in more ways than one.
Thomas Garrett, her ex-husband, had done it again. He’d managed to make her angry, disappoint their son Cade, and place the blame on Ellie’s shoulders. She already had too much weight on her shoulders. Raising her four-year-old son by herself was more than enough.
Decreasing her pace down to a brisk walk, Ellie slowly blew out her breath and looked around the affluent area where she now resided. She was definitely the little fish in the big pond. Six months ago her dad, a professor of ancient history at the University of Colorado, fulfilled a life-long dream by taking a position in England for the next two years, teaching at Cambridge.
When her parents left, Ellie and Cade moved from their tiny condo in Boulder, Colorado to her parents’ house in Pleasant Wood, a suburb of Denver, allowing her to quit her part-time job.
So now, according to Thomas, she was rolling in the money and could take Cade to Disneyland herself. She added delusional to his list of defective qualities.
Glancing at her watch, she noted it was almost time to pick up Cade from preschool. Inevitably, he would ask about going to Disneyland with his dad. How was she supposed to explain to her little boy that his father had another pressing obligation and wouldn’t be coming?
“Father. Right,” Ellie muttered. She wished for once in his life Thomas would try to be a father. Currently, he lived in Australia, enjoying the life he’d always dreamed about. Translation: Single with zero responsibilities.
A derisive puff of air escaped between her lips when she thought about his lame excuses. Ellie couldn’t relate. Cade—their son—was her only obligation. More than likely, Thomas’s urgent business involved a woman.
Pulling the band from her ponytail, she finger combed a few blonde strands of her long curly hair away from her face. The mild breeze sifted through her curls and cooled her off. A young couple, pushing a toddler in a stroller, walked in front of her. When Cade had been that size, Ellie had been all alone.
Twisting the band back around her hair, she set off at a slow jog toward home. She needed a shower. And chocolate.
Coming up behind her neighbor’s house, tiny branches and pebbles crunched beneath her shoes as she veered off the paved trail. As she entered the secluded cul-de-sac, Ellie saw a large moving truck parked at the enormous two-story house across the street from her parents’ home. She stopped running and stared at the gorgeous French Country manor. Made of gray stone, it resembled a small castle, complete with a stone turret bordering the left side. On the market for nearly two years, everyone was anxious to meet the new owner, especially since the sale was confidential.
Ellie squinted against the bright May sun, looking for any kind of evidence the new owners had children. She couldn’t tell, but maybe her friend would know something.
Betsy Stewart stood on the sidewalk, no doubt trying to be the first one to welcome the mystery home-owners before anyone else. Her husband, Owen, was the pastor of Pleasant Wood Community Church, and knew the identity of the anonymous buyer. He wasn’t allowed to say anything to anyone—including his wife. The suspense was killing Betsy.
Cutting across the road, Ellie headed toward her neighbor. Betsy’s short, auburn hair swayed as she whirled around, a wide smile stretched across her tanned face. “Ellie, can you believe we’ll finally get to meet the new owners?”
Ellie wasn’t as intrigued as Betsy. She just hoped the new neighbor wouldn’t mind a precocious four-year-old who, on occasion, wandered into houses without his mother’s knowledge.
“It’ll be nice to meet them. If I’m lucky, Cade will get a playmate.”
While she watched the movers carry in an entertainment center, Ellie pulled at the front of her sweat-dampened T-shirt, allowing cool air to pass through. Sure, having the empty house occupied would be a good thing, but as far as Ellie was concerned, the cul-de-sac she lived in was perfect just the way it was. The Stewarts lived on one side. The Colemans, a nice jet-setting retired couple, lived on the other.
The gorgeous house across the street was flanked by a huge yard. The entire property actually consisted of the other three lots that had been available when her parents had built their home. The asking price was astronomical, and she felt a little intimidated by the kind of people who could afford such a home.
Images of Thomas flitted through her mind. He loved money and expensive things. He also hated parting with that money to pay alimony and child support. At twenty-seven, the last thing Ellie had ever dreamed about was being a divorced, single mother. She’d married Thomas right after her twenty-first birthday. Eighteen months later, she gave birth to Cade. When Cade was only three weeks old, Thomas told her he had a girlfriend and wanted a divorce.
Betsy nudged her with her arm, cutting into the dark memories. “I’m baking bread right now, and then I’m planning on taking over a welcome basket. Do you want to come with me?”
Ellie’s mouth watered just thinking about the fresh-baked bread. “I can’t. After I pick Cade up from preschool, I’m taking him into Denver to the children’s museum.” She gave a deep sigh when she remembered what she had to do. The forty-five minute drive to the city would probably be a good time to tell Cade about the canceled trip to Disneyland. “We won’t be home until this evening.”
“Hey, you sound like you’re a little upset. Is everything okay?” Betsy asked. Although Betsy was twice her age, she was Ellie’s best friend.
Shaking her head, Ellie heaved another defeated sigh. “No. Thomas called this morning—he’s not coming to take Cade to California.”
“What?” Betsy’s naturally happy face clouded with anger. “You know, if I ever meet that man face to face …well, maybe the next time he’s here, I’ll sic all four of my boys on him.”
Ellie grinned. The Stewart boys were as mild mannered as the pastor. “Don’t worry, my brothers told me to call them the next time he pulled something like this. They’d like a little time alone with him, and I don’t think it’s just to talk.” Really, her big brothers wanted a chance to knock some sense into him. Too bad both boys lived out of state and were never around when Thomas did make a visit.
Betsy chuckled. “Your brothers are just looking out for their little sister.” She patted Ellie on the back. “Honey, we just need to find you a man.”
Ellie grimaced. “Please don’t! The last thing I need is a man.” Having been thrown back into the dating world, Ellie hated being back on the market, so to speak. She hated how everyone seemed to think she needed help dating and finding another husband. She didn’t want anyone else—not after what Thomas had done to her. It would be a struggle to trust a man ever again. The wounds he’d inflicted still hadn’t completely healed.
Betsy smiled at her knowingly. “Ellie Garrett, you are a beautiful woman, and I know the Lord is preparing someone special for you.”
Why did everyone think that? She’d already had a husband, thank you very much. As for her beauty…it wasn’t enough to keep him from leaving.
“Hey, I’d better go inside to shower.” She avoided Betsy’s eyes by looking at her watch. “Cade’s class is out in thirty minutes.”