RaeAnne Thayne Hope's Crossings Series Volume One: Blackberry Summer\Woodrose Mountain\Sweet Laurel Falls (38 page)

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“Claire,” he murmured. Just that, her name, and then he slid his hands to the lapels of his own jacket, drew her closer and kissed her. She caught her breath and returned the kiss, clutching her hands on his shirt front and probably hopelessly wrinkling it. Oh, heaven. Right here, in his arms. Tears burned her eyes at the sweet ache of it, the slow, easy tenderness of his mouth on hers.

She wanted so desperately to trust him, to trust this,
but that little flag of caution waved tentatively for attention and she finally slid away and released her grip on his shirt.

Striving for calm and sanity, she swallowed and drew in a shaky breath. “I'm sorry, Riley. You're going to have to catch me up here. Last time we talked, you were telling me all the reasons you weren't good for me.”

“All still very true.”

“Yet here we are.”

He was silent for a long moment, then he reached for her hand. “I've been informed by more than one person tonight that I'm a first-class idiot.”

“Don't believe everything you hear,” she whispered.

“In this case, they're right.” He squeezed her fingers. “I'm a cop, Claire. I've never turned away from rough situations. I volunteered for every one of my undercover assignments, even though I knew what I would be facing. I've been in the middle of hostage standoffs, I've had perps try to run me over, I told you I got shot once when a drug deal went bad.”

“You dived into the icy waters of Silver Strike Reservoir for us.”

He dismissed that with a shrug. “I'd be lying if I said I'd never been nervous in any of those moments. I know what fear is. Or at least I thought I did.” He paused. “In all those years on the job, nothing prepared me for this.”

“This?”

He gazed into her eyes and she held her breath, her
chest achy and tight at the emotion there. “Coming home and falling in love.”

She stared at him, that tentative joy flailing, trying desperately to fight its way free inside her. “Riley—”

“I love you, Claire. I've been fighting it with everything I've got since I came back to Hope's Crossing, coming up with a hundred reasons why it was crazy to think anything could come of it. All those things made perfect sense. They still do.”

She clamped down hard on that joy and braced herself so she could be ready when he pushed her away again. Instead, he drew her fingers to his mouth and kissed the bead-callused tip of her index finger.

“Here's the thing, though. No matter how hard I run, I somehow end up right here. Tonight I realized that none of those reasons amounts to anything compared to the regret I know will eat me alive if I run for good. I love you, Claire. You're everything I've ever dreamed about, all I've ever wanted. I want a life with you, here in Hope's Crossing.”

She pressed a hand to her mouth. She'd never run into a hostage standoff or been shot by a criminal, but she knew plenty about fear. Fear was hearing her father had been murdered by a jealous husband. It was watching her mother slip away into a haze of drugs and alcohol. It was standing by helplessly while her children's secure home life crumbled along with her marriage.

It was wondering if she had the guts to seize this gift he offered.

She drew in another shaky breath. “Your mother once told me that fear and courage are like thunder
and lightning. They start out at the same time, it's just that the fear always hits first. If we wait long enough, the courage we need will be along soon.”

“My mother is a wise woman. She's one of the ones who told me I was an idiot if I walked away from the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Just like that, any remaining doubt shot into the air and disappeared like glowing embers from a campfire. This was right. She loved this man, this strong, kind, wonderful man who made her feel beautiful and alive.

Cherished.

Just as he had the night of that terrible accident that had changed everything, when he had saved her children and stayed with her, murmuring quiet words of comfort, she suddenly knew Riley McKnight would do everything in his power to take care of her.

Finally she released the happiness her fear had been containing and allowed the joy to burst through her, bright and vibrant. She eased forward and kissed him. “I love you, Riley,” she murmured against his mouth.

He let out a sound—of relief or happiness, she didn't know—and then he kissed her fiercely, his arms strong and warm around her. “Thank you for buying my necklace,” she said after a long moment. “Making it these last few weeks has been a sort of therapy for me, in a lot of different ways. It would have been hard to see it go.”

“I've got big plans for that necklace,” he murmured.

“Do you?”

“Don't forget, I've got twenty years of Claire fan
tasies to turn into reality. In the not-very-distant future, I intend to live out a fairly recent one where you're in my bed wearing nothing but that.”

His words sent a delicious, heady heat pulsing through her. “I think that could probably be arranged. Have I mentioned I've been beading a long time? I have lots and lots of necklaces.”

He made a sexy sound in his throat. “You're killing me here, Claire.”

They laughed together, but her smile faded at the tenderness in his eyes when he kissed her again.

“You didn't want to see the other necklace go to Holly, did you?” he asked. “I wish I'd been in time to bid for that one.”

She stared at him. “I didn't think anyone noticed. I thought I was being so casual and okay about it.”

“No one else could probably tell it bothered you.”

Did he know her so well, then? she wondered. It was a rather overwhelming thought.

“It's a family heirloom my mom decided to auction for the benefit,” she said. “Not really worth much monetarily, but priceless, history-wise, to our family. Jeff knows that. He'll guard it well. Holly might wear it from time to time, but he'll take care of it and keep it safe for Macy. That's all I would have wanted.”

He shook his head, his eyes warm. “You're an amazing woman, Claire.”

“I'm not. I've wasted entirely too much of my life trying to make sure everything is just right. That every one gets along. I didn't want to be my mother, so needy all the time, so instead I told myself I didn't need anyone. I could handle everything just fine and
wore myself out trying to take care of everyone else. I'm afraid of how much I need you, Riley.”

“I won't hurt you,” he promised. “I swear it.”

“I know,” she answered, rather smugly. “Your sisters and your mother are my best friends. The way I see it, if you screw this up, you've got a lot more to worry about than I do.”

He gave a mock groan, although she saw the amusement in his eyes. “I'll just have to be sure not to screw it up, won't I?”

She found it impossible to believe she could go from bleak heartache to this blooming happiness in such a short time. “I should probably get back inside. The auction will be ending soon and I need to make sure someone's taking care of the cleanup and taking down the chairs and arranging for the…”

His kiss made her completely lose her train of thought, but she didn't care. He was right. She didn't have to take care of the world by herself anymore. Someone else in Hope's Crossing could step up.

This was exactly where she needed to be, in the arms of the man she loved.

RaeAnne Thayne

CHAPTER ONE

O
N A WARM SUMMER EVENING
, the homes and buildings of Hope's Crossing nestled among the trees like brightly colored stones in a drawer—a brilliant lapis-lazuli roof here, a carnelian-painted garage here, the warm topaz of the old hospital bricks.

Evaline Blanchard rested a hip against a massive granite rock, taking a moment to catch her breath on a flat area of the Woodrose Mountain trail winding through the pines above the town she had adopted as her own.

From here, she could see the quaint old buildings, the colorful flower gardens in full bloom, Old Glory hanging everywhere. At nearly sunset on a Sunday, downtown was mostly quiet—though she could see a few cars parked in the lot of the historic Episcopalian church that had been the first brick structure in town, back when Hope's Crossing was a hustling, bustling mining town with a dozen saloons. Probably a Sunday-evening prayer service, she guessed.

Farther away, she could see more cars and a bustle of activity near Miners' Park and she suddenly remembered a bluegrass band was performing on the outdoor stage there for the weekly concert-in-the-park series.

Maybe she should have opted for an evening of music in the park instead of heading up into the mountains. She always enjoyed the concerts on a lovely summer night and the fun of sitting with her neighbors and friends, sharing good music and maybe a glass of wine and a boxed dinner from the café.

No, this was the better choice. As much as she enjoyed outdoor concerts, after three days of dealing with customers nearly nonstop at the outdoor art fair she had just attended in Grand Junction, she had been desperate for a little quiet.

Next to her, Jacques, her blond Labradoodle, stretched out on the dirt trail with a bored sort of air, tormenting a deerfly with the effrontery to buzz around his head.

“You don't have any patience when I have to stop to catch my breath, do you?”

He finally took pity on the fly—sort of—and swallowed it, then grinned at her as if he had conquered some advanced Jedi Master skill. Mission accomplished, he lumbered to his big paws and looked at her expectantly, obviously eager for more exercise.

She couldn't blame him. He had been endlessly patient during three days of sitting in a booth. He deserved a good, hard run. Too bad her glutes and quads weren't in the mood to cooperate.

Finally she caught her breath and headed up again, keeping to a slow jog. Despite the muscle aches, more of her tension melted away with each step.

She used to love running on the beach back in California, with the sea-soaked air in her face and the thud of her jogging shoes on the packed sand and the sheer, unadulterated magnificence of the Pacific always in view.

No ocean in sight here. Only the towering pines and aspens, the understory of western thimbleberry and wild roses, and the occasional bright flash of a mountain bluebird darting through the bushes.

She was content with no sound of gulls overhead. She still loved the ocean, without question, and at times yearned to be alone on a beach somewhere while the surf pounded the shore, but somehow this place had become home.

Who would have expected that a born-and-bred California girl could find this sort of peace and belonging in a little tourist town nestled in the Rockies?

She inhaled a deep, sage-scented breath, more tension easing out of her shoulders with every passing moment. It had been a hectic three days. This was her fourth outdoor arts-and-crafts fair of the season and she had one more scheduled before September. Her crazy idea to set up a booth at summer fairs across Colorado to sell her own wares and those of the other clients of String Fever—the bead store in Hope's Crossing where she worked—had taken off beyond her wildest dreams.

She was especially pleased, since all of the beaders participating had agreed to donate a portion of their proceeds to the Layla Parker memorial scholarship fund.

Layla was the daughter of Evie's good friend Maura McKnight-Parker and she had been killed in April in a tragic accident that had ripped apart the peace of Hope's Crossing and shredded it into tiny pieces.

Outdoor art-and-crafts fairs were exciting and dynamic, full of color and sound and people. But it was also hard work, especially when she worked by herself. Setting up the awning, arranging the beadwork displays, dealing with customers, running credit cards. All of it posed challenges.

Over the weekend, she'd had to deal with two shoplifters and the inevitable paperwork that resulted. This Sunday-evening run was exactly what she needed.

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