Lost and Found: (A Ripple Effect Romance Novella)

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

The Ripple Effect Romance Series

Other Works by Karey White

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Author’s Note

Acknowledgements

About Karey White

 

 

Copyright © 2014 Karey White

All rights reserved.

 

This is a work of fiction. The characters, names, incidents, places, 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, whether by graphic, visual, electronic, film, microfilm, tape recording, or any other means, without prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief passages embodied in critical reviews and articles.

 

Ebook Edition 978-1-941898-04-8

 

Published by Orange Door Press

The Ripple Effect Romance Series

 

Like a pebble tossed into calm water,

a simple act can ripple outward

and have a far-reaching effect on those we meet

perhaps setting a life on a different course—

one filled with excitement, adventure, and sometimes even love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other Works by Karey White

 

Novels

My Own Mr. Darcy

Gifted

For What It’s Worth

The Husband Maker

The Match Maker

 

Novella

Maggie’s Song

(found in
A Timeless Romance Anthology: Love Letter Collection
)

 

 

For Veronica and Savannah,

My daughters and friends

 

Lydia lifted her bag onto the scale and crossed her fingers it would meet the weight restrictions.

“Either you’re a mighty fine packer or you’re right lucky,” said the man behind the counter. “Forty-nine pounds for one and forty-nine and a half pounds for this one.” His thick, mahogany mustache moved as he spoke and reminded Lydia of a squirrel’s tail.

“I guess I’m a little of both. I weighed them on a bathroom scale, but you never know how accurate they are. The scale said they’d be three pounds under.”

“Now you know your scale weighs light. Probably didn’t want to know that, did you?” He laughed at his little joke and Lydia tried not to stare at the rodent on his upper lip. “You need to go to Gate C-14. Glad you gave yourself some time. That gate’s quite a jaunt from here.”

Squirrel Man pointed to his right. “Go past the restaurants and stores, and you’ll find the C concourse on your right. It’s just past The Traveler’s Friend. Now that’s a piece’a irony, calling it a traveler’s friend. I can buy a gallon of O.J. for what they’re chargin’ for a Dixie cup.” He held his fingers up to demonstrate the tininess. Does that sound like a friend to you?”

Lydia laughed. “No, sir. It doesn’t.”

“You have a nice flight, Miss Sutton.”

Lydia headed in the direction Squirrel Man had pointed. She’d taken only a few steps when the wheels of her carryon malfunctioned and the bag flipped onto its front side—the side without wheels—again. “This is the last trip I’m taking with you,” she muttered to her suitcase. Of course, considering this summer, maybe she’d never take a trip again.

After Lydia made it through security, she stopped at a little deli and bought a sandwich before continuing to her gate. Squirrel Man had been right. The walk to C-14 was long, made even longer by the cheap wheels of her carryon.

Lydia felt clammy and uncomfortable. The air conditioning in North Carolina’s humid heat was a ninety-pound weakling fighting a steroid-swollen heavyweight champion. The C concourse had to be at least the length of a football field. Up ahead was C-14—just past the mob of people waiting at C-12 for a flight to Miami.

Lydia maneuvered her way through the throng. “I’m so sorry,” she said after her suitcase flopped over and upended an older gentleman’s bag. Finally, the crowd thinned and she was at her gate, next to a few scattered early birds who sat in the powder-blue, vinyl chairs. Eyeing the seats facing the window, she cut through two rows. As she turned the corner, her suitcase flipped again and snagged on a chair leg, upsetting her balance. Her purse slipped down her arm to the crook of her elbow. Lydia wrenched the suitcase back to its wheels and kept moving. The purse, now dangling from her elbow, caught on the armrest of a chair, yanking her to a stop. Her Sensational Sandwich sack flew out of her hand and landed on the floor a few feet away.

Lydia took a deep, cleansing breath, unhooked the purse strap from the armrest, righted the carryon, and looked for her wayward sandwich.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” asked a handsome man.

Perfect. Of course Lydia’s sandwich acrobatics would have to be witnessed by a guy who looked like a movie star. And not a Nick-Nolte-mugshot movie star, either. This guy was more like a Ryan-Gosling-freshly-shaved-and-in-a-perfectly-tailored-navy-suit-with-a-super-crisp-white-shirt movie star.

“Thank you,” she said and took her sandwich before dropping into the closest chair. Forget looking out the window. It wasn’t worth the effort. Lydia blew the hair out of her eyes and dragged her bag closer to her feet.

“You doing okay?” the Ryan Gosling lookalike asked from across the aisle. Laughter was barely contained behind his very nice smile. Lydia sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

“I am now.”

The man turned his attention back to his laptop, but his smile lasted several more seconds. Lydia pulled her turkey on wheat sandwich from the crumpled bag. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast and that had been a sad little spread. Earlier in the week, Lydia had packed up Cambri’s few remaining belongings and shipped them to Colorado. Yesterday, she had completely cleaned out the apartment, including the few condiments that were left in the refrigerator. She didn’t want to lose her deposit because of a half bottle of ketchup and an expired jar of relish. This morning, the only thing left to eat had been a browning banana and the last few swallows of milk.

When Lydia took the second bite of her sandwich, a tablespoon-sized glob of mayonnaise oozed out the bottom and into her hand. She fumbled one-handed through the bag in search of a napkin. Was this a joke? The only thing left in the bag was a mayonnaise packet. Didn’t need that. “I can watch your bag while you go wash up.” It was the handsome man, and his mirth had reached beyond his fantastic smile (he had a perfect dimple that appeared by the right corner of his mouth) and up to his twinkling blue eyes. Lydia looked from the man to her fistful of mayonnaise. A robotic female voice in Lydia’s mind recited lines about leaving bags unattended and not accepting packages from strangers. “I promise I won’t take it and make a run for it,” he said.

“You’d be terribly disappointed if you did,” Lydia said, making up her mind. She returned the rest of her sandwich to the paper bag, pulled her purse onto her shoulder with her condimentless hand, and headed for the restroom, holding her mayonnaise like a gift in front of her. “I’ll hurry.”

When Lydia approached her seat a few minutes later, an airport security officer with a shiny face and a little paunch was standing in the aisle by her suitcase.

“Is this your bag?” he asked.

“Yes. Is everything okay?” Why hadn’t she paid attention to the voice in her head?

“It appeared to be left unattended. In the future, I’d advise you to either take your bag with you or move it closer to your boyfriend when you leave.”

Lydia shot a surprised glance at the movie star, and he shrugged. “Sorry, babe. I told him you’d be right back, and I offered to move your bag over by me, but he wanted me to wait for you to come back.”

Lydia almost choked. She knew he was just rescuing her from the security guard, but no one had ever, ever called Lydia “babe” before and certainly no one as handsome as Ryan Gosling. It had a wonderful ring to it. Was her racing heart because of being questioned by an officer of the law or because this man had just called her “babe?”

Lydia dragged her distracted gaze back to the much less interesting man standing by her bag. “I’m so sorry. I just had to make a little run to the ladies’ room. It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t. Airport security is no laughing matter.” Was she laughing? “Have a nice flight.”

Lydia sat down by her bag. “You should probably move over here by me since you’re my girlfriend. We don’t want to make him suspicious.”

“Oh. Of course. I should have thought of that.” Did the movie star want Lydia to sit by him? Lydia rolled her eyes at her silliness. He was just trying to keep from being hassled any further. He went back to working on his laptop as she moved her things across the aisle. “Sorry about that,” Lydia whispered.

“No problem.” He looked up from his computer and smiled. Oh. My. Wow! Up close his dimple was even cuter. The bigger the smile, the deeper the dimple. “Are you taking a trip to Denver?” he asked.

“What?” She dragged her eyes away from his mouth. “Oh. I’m headed home.”

“You’re
from
Denver?”

“Just north. I live in Bridger.”

“I live in downtown Denver,” he said. “I’m Blake, by the way.”

“I’m Lydia.”

“What brought you to North Carolina?”

Lydia shook her head and sighed. Telling the truth about her summer in Charlotte was humiliating and disappointing. Of course, she could make something up, but that was the cowardly thing to do and this summer was supposed to have been about being brave and adventurous.

“You can’t say?” he asked when she didn’t answer. “Was it some top secret mission you can’t talk about?” He sat up a little straighter and closed his laptop.

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