He looked across the water to the body of land he could just make out in the distance. He’d grown up on the harbor, but it still gave him a snip of surprise to remember he was looking at another country when he looked at that land.
For a fleeting moment, the same restlessness that had driven him to Medina three years ago squirreled through him again.
Then he put his head down and got back to work. He finished fixing the tractor his step-dad used to get the lavender fields properly built up for watering. He sharpened a few tools and whistled for his shepherds to come with him as he headed back to the house.
With a single bark, Blue announced his arrival from the huge flower garden adjacent to the farm. He brought the scent of roses with him, and even a white petal from a flower Drew would never know.
“You rascal.” Drew grinned at the dog and flicked the petal to the ground. “You can’t go over there.” He glanced at the expansive garden, bearing row after row of flowers in all colors, shapes, and sizes. His family owned the land, but he’d learned that his mother rented it to a local florist in town, who apparently hand-grew everything she sold in her shop on Main Street.
Drew had never met the woman. She tended to the flowers when he wasn’t there, obviously. And he had no need for flowers, as he’d sworn off women and all common dating practices when his last girlfriend had carved out his heart and then left town.
A text. That was what he’d gotten after a fifteen-month relationship where diamonds and children had been discussed.
I can’t do this.
Drew thought the words his ex had sent now, though he tried to stuff all memories with Yvonne in them back into the box where he kept them.
Can’t hadn’t been in Drew’s vocabulary growing up. His father had taught him to fix cars, tractors, lawn mowers, all of it. He worked the farm, rode horses, raised goats, planted lavender, and played a major role in the Hawthorne Harbor Lavender Festival. There was nothing Drew couldn’t do.
He’d taken that attitude into adulthood, first finishing his emergency medical technician training and then going on to be a certified firefighter. He’d gone on to take cardiac life support classes, pediatric training, and tactical emergency care.
No, can’t didn’t exist in Drew’s world. At least until Yvonne.
Something wet met his palm, and Drew danced away from his second German shepherd, the much more silent and sneaky Chief. A chuckle came from his throat, and Drew crouched to let his dogs lick his neck and face. His laughter grew, and he was reminded why this remote farm on the edge of Hawthorne Harbor felt more like home than anywhere else.
“Morning chores are done,” he announced as he entered the wide, white farmhouse, his dogs right behind him. Their claws scratched against the hard wood, and he pointed to the utility room where he kept their food and water. “Go on, guys. I’ll come let you out in a minute.”
“Thanks, Drew,” Joel said. His step-dad didn’t mind the farm and the equipment upkeep, but his true love was with the lavender, and Drew figured they could both do what they liked best if he came out and tended to the animals.
Joel had spent the first thirty years of his life in trade carpentry, and he’d improved the inside and outside of the farmhouse until Drew barely recognized it. He stepped into the kitchen with the high, honey-colored wood beams slanting up to the vaulted ceiling to find his dark-haired mother standing at the stove.
“Morning, Ma.” He swept a kiss along her hairline as she scrambled eggs. The smell made his stomach turn, and he opted for turning away and pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Funny how his father had passed nine years ago, and Drew still couldn’t handle the sight and smell of his dad’s favorite breakfast. How his mother continued making it every morning was a mystery to him. Thankfully, the grief that hit at unexpected times only tapped his heart today. Sometimes it could punch, leaving him breathless and confused.
“Are you working today?” she asked, switching her attention to a pan of sizzling bacon.
“Yep. Gonna shower and head in.” He wondered what today would bring behind the wheel of the ambulance. Probably another cat stuck in another tree. Or a kid with a scrape or two. Drew chastised himself that he shouldn’t want anyone in Hawthorne Harbor to need emergency medical care. But that seething need to do something worthwhile wouldn’t seem to quiet today.
“Can I leave Blue and Chief here?”
“Yeah.” Joel exhaled as he stood and refilled his coffee. “I’ll take ‘em out to the lavender fields and then let them swim in the harbor.”
Drew smiled at the man. “Thanks, Joel. I promise I’ll come get them tonight. The raccoons out here get them barking at night.”
“Maybe they’ll finally scare them away from my chickens,” he said with a grumbly note in his voice. Joel certainly did love his fresh eggs and those clucky chickens.
“Breakfast?” his mother asked when Drew attempted to leave the kitchen.
“I’ll stop at Duality on the way in.” Part gas station and part eatery, the chefs at Duality made the best breakfast burritos Drew had ever tasted. He softened his rejection of her food with the biggest smile he could pull off and hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m going to use the bathroom upstairs. I’ll hang up my towel.”
She didn’t protest, and Drew took the steps two at a time to the mostly unused second floor. His old bedroom was up here, completely redone with the same luxurious hardwood Joel had gotten for next to nothing when a client decided they wanted something different. He’d painted the room in a light blue-gray and wispy white curtains had been added.
But the bedspread his mother had quilted still draped the bed, and Drew took a moment to run his fingertips along it. His favorite colors were green and blue, and he loved everything about being outside. So she’d carefully pieced together pine green pieces to make trees, dark brown pieces to make mountains, and several shades of blue to make the sky and ocean that surrounded this town Drew loved.
How he’d thought he could ever leave it and be happy plagued him. “Doesn’t matter,” he muttered to himself. He was back now, and happy helping around the farm as his parents got older, happy to have his old job back at the emergency services company that contracted with the hospital in Hawthorne Harbor, nearby Olympic National Park, and four other towns in the surrounding area.
After he showered, dressed, and let his dogs back outside, he climbed behind the wheel of his truck for the fifteen-minute drive into town. He loved the commute from farm to civilization. Though he didn’t make it every day, the straight road and country stillness allowed his mind to wander along new flavor combinations for his ice cream fetish.
He’d been circling something new for a few days now, something he hadn’t quite been able to put his taste buds on. He’d tried lavender and honey—that combination was as old as the Lavender Festival in town. White chocolate and lavender had been well-received among his paramedic teams, but he didn’t think it special enough to enter the Festival’s contest.
No, he definitely needed something special, something with that added oomph to make the Festival judges give him the coveted Lavender King title this year. He knew Augustus Hammond would enter the competition, and he’d won with ice cream three times out of the last six years. If Drew was going to take on the three-time Lavender King, it wasn’t going to be with lavender and honey.
And he wasn’t just competing against other food artisans. Oh, no. The town hosted the largest lavender festival in the entire country, and they gave out awards for revolutionary and best-use way of utilizing the plant that brought a new twist to old lavender traditions. He needed something special, but so far, it had eluded him.
He’d nearly arrived at the flavor that seemed to skip in and out of his mind when he saw a big, brown van on the side of the road up ahead. The vehicle looked older than him, and it sunk low on one corner, indicating a flat tire.
A blonde girl stood in the middle of the road, waving both of her arms. Drew immediately slowe
d and pulled to the gravel shoulder, giving plenty of distance between his truck and the van.
“Thank goodness.” The girl ran up to his truck before he could get fully out. She looked to be ten or eleven, with big front teeth she hadn’t quite grown into yet. She had dark green eyes that had probably come half from her mother and half from her father. “You’re the first car that’s come along in an hour.”
“Not much going on out here in the mornings,” he said, glancing past her to the front driver’s side, where the van leaned.
“My mom blew her tire, and we need help.” The girl sized him up as if she could tell by looking alone if he could help or not. “Can you change a tire?”
“Sure I can.” He gave her smile, noting that all the windows on the van were glazed dark. His defenses went up, especially because her “mom” still hadn’t made an appearance. Crime was low in Hawthorne Harbor—one reason he hadn’t gone to the police academy to make his certifications a trifecta in public service.
But still. This non-moving van, with all those black windows, and a little girl in the middle of the road… Drew proceeded with caution.
She played with the end of her pale ponytail. “My mom will try to tell you she can do it herself.” Her voice pitched lower with every word and her eyes rounded. “But don’t believe her. We’ve been out here for over an hour, and she’s cried twice. ‘The flowers,’ she keeps saying.” The girl turned and skipped toward the van. “Come on.”
Drew took out his phone and tapped out a message to his boss. On my way in, I ran across a motorist on the side of the road. Flat tire. Just north of mile marker seventeen on the Lavender Highway. Going to check it out.
That way, if something happened, someone knew where he was. He’d been on the Lavender Highway hundreds of times, and he’d only stopped once—to deliver a baby almost ten years ago.
He glanced around. It had been right around here too, closer to the farm than the town, out in the middle of nowhere. He wondered what had happened to Aaron and Gretchen Samuels, and the baby girl he’d wrapped in a towel before delivering the afterbirth.
Let us know if you need help came back, and Drew pocketed his phone and shelved his memories of the last time he’d been out of a car on this stretch of the road so his senses could be on full alert.
Oh, something’s going to happen out there on the Lavender Highway… find out what in THE PARAMEDIC’S SECOND CHANCE, Book 1 in the Hawthorne Harbor Second Chance Romance series.
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THE CARPENTER’S BRIDE
Book Six, Getaway Bay Romances, Brides & Beaches Romance series
by Elana Johnson
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