Finding Home Again (Catalina Cove)

by Brenda Jackson

  Sawyer had finally told him what the FBI agent had confided to him earlier. When federal agents in Shreveport had gotten a warrant to search Skinner’s home, there was evidence that two women who’d been missing for two years had been there. The authorities had discovered some of their personal belongings. Bryce had corroborated the findings by telling the FBI agents what Jeremy had told her about the two women.

  “I’m glad it’s all over and you came for me,” she told him.

  “You found your way home, Bryce,” he said, referring to their private place on the inlet that he would always think of as their first home together. “And I found my way home, too. My home will always be in your heart.”

  “Oh, Kaegan...”

  “I have something for you.” He eased out of bed and went to the safe behind the framed picture on the wall. After pulling out the small box, he returned to the bed. “The reason I’d come home that night ten years ago was to surprise you with this,” he said, handing her the box.

  She took it with shaking hands, then opened it and looked up at him. Tears suddenly sprang into her eyes. “An engagement ring?”

  “Yes. I had planned to ask you to marry me that night. I kept it all these years. Since I know it’s never too late for us, will you marry me, Bryce?”

  He saw happiness on her face when she smiled through her tears and said, “Yes! Yes! I will marry you!”

  Smiling brightly, he pulled her into his arms for a long and deep kiss, knowing they’d both found their way home again.

  EPILOGUE

  “WASN’T GLORIA A beautiful bride?” Bryce whispered to Kaegan as they walked around the grounds of Reid’s estate, where the wedding had taken place. Her son, Percelli, had given her away, while her granddaughters, Jade and Kia, had been her flower girls. Her daughter-in-law, Alma, and Vashti were her maids of honor. Reid hadn’t spared any expenses in making this a beautiful day for a wedding.

  “Yes, she was, and I could tell from the look on Reid’s face that he’s happy, and I’m happy for him. They make a beautiful couple. But then, so do we.”

  She beamed over at him. “Yes, we do.”

  Kaegan and Bryce had decided on a June wedding under the gazebo at Shelby by the Sea. The wedding was seven months away, but they had plenty to keep them busy in the meantime. There was the expansion of Kaegan’s company to Boston and the increase in her business since she was now a multistate real-estate broker.

  They would make their home on the bayou and Bryce was looking forward to moving in. In fact, she’d sort of moved in already since she spent most of her weekends at his place anyway.

  Ray and Ashley hadn’t attended the wedding since Ashley had given birth to twins two weeks ago. A boy and a girl. Despite Ashley’s mother’s objections, they had named the boy Devon and the girl Ryan. Kaegan and Bryce had seen the babies and thought they were mini Rays. Kaegan said he couldn’t wait to have babies with Bryce. They had talked about it and they wanted at least four. She wondered if, like Ashley, she could return from her honeymoon pregnant.

  “I can’t believe how grown up the girls look,” she said of Reid and Gloria’s granddaughters, and Sawyer and Vashti’s daughters, Jade and Kia.

  “Girls? I think you mean young ladies of eighteen. I noticed how Sawyer is keeping his eyes on any of the young men vying for their attention tonight.”

  Bryce laughed. “I noticed, too.”

  “Would you care to dance with me, the future Mrs. Chambray?” Kaegan asked her.

  She smiled up at him. “I’d love to.”

  As he took her into his arms, she knew it might be ten years in the making, but they had finally found home again with each other. This time it would last forever.

  * * *

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  Duty or Desire

  by Brenda Jackson

  Prologue

  The doorbell sounded and Bane Westmoreland wondered who the latecomer could be. All his family and friends who’d been invited to celebrate his and his wife Crystal’s housewarming party were accounted for.

  Upon opening the door, he found an older couple, in their late sixties, standing there with a baby in their arms.

  Bane was certain he did not know the couple. “Yes, may I help you?”

  The man spoke. “We hate to impose but we were told Peterson Higgins was here tonight. We are the Glosters, his deceased brother’s in-laws.”

  Bane nodded. “Yes, Pete is here. Please come in.”

  The man shook his head. “We prefer not to, but we would appreciate it if you could tell Peterson we’re here. We would like to speak with him. We will wait out here.”

  Bane nodded again. “Okay, just a minute.” He circled around the room before finally finding Pete in a group in the family room.

  “Excuse me, guys, but I need to borrow Pete for a minute,” Bane said to the others. Once he got Pete aside, he told him about the older couple waiting outside. Pete placed his cup of punch aside and quickly moved toward the front door.

  When Pete returned about half an hour later, he was carrying a baby in one hand and a diaper bag in the other. Everyone’s attention was drawn to him when the baby released a huge wail.

  It seemed all the mothers in the room hurried toward him.

  “Whose baby?” Bane’s cousin Gemma was the first to ask, taking the baby from a flustered-looking Pete.

  “This is my nine-month-old niece, Ciara,” he said, noticing how quickly the baby girl quieted once Gemma held her. “As most of you know, my brother Matthew and his wife, Sherry, were killed in that car crash six months ago. This is their daughter. Sherry’s parents were given custody of Ciara when Matt and Sherry died. But they just gave me full custody of her, citing health issues that prevent them from taking proper care of her. That means I’m now Ciara’s legal guardian.”

  Pete looked around the room at the group he considered family and asked the one question none of them could answer.

  “I’m a bachelor, for heaven’s sake! What on earth am I going to do with a baby?”

  One

  Five months later

  “I hate that I’m leaving you like this, Pete, but my sister needs me.”

  Sheriff Peterson Higgins stared at the older woman standing across the kitchen. He’d known something was wrong the minute he walked through the door.

  Well, he had news for Bonnie. He needed her, too.

  Pete suddenly felt like a class-A bastard for thinking such a thing after she’d just tearfully explained that her sister had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Of course he understood her wanting to go be with her only sister during this time. Even if her leaving would put him in a bind, the last thing he wanted was for Bonnie to feel guilty about going to her family. Somehow, he would find the right person to keep his fourteen-month-old niece while he worked.

  Of course, that person couldn’t really replace Bonnie.

  Bonnie McCray had been his mother’s best friend. When Renee Higgins had died, Pete had been sixteen and his younger brother Matthew twelve. Renee had asked Bonnie to always be there for her sons and Bonnie had kept that promise. And when Pete’s father passed away three years later, Bonnie wouldn’t hear of Pete not fulfilling his mother’s dream of him completing college. Bonnie and her husband, Fred, agreed to look after Matt while Pete studied.

  It had been hard going to college full-time and making sure the cattle ranch his father had loved remained productive. Luckily, his two best friends, Derringer and Riley Westmoreland, had a huge family of cousins and brothers who’d pitched in and helped out. T
hey also made sure Pete hired the best people to help run things while he attended the university.

  After he completed college with a degree in criminology, he discovered ranching wasn’t in his blood but a career in law enforcement was. He found out ranching wasn’t in Matt’s blood, either, when his brother went into the military immediately after high school.

  Even so, Pete refused to sell the ranch that had been in the Higgins family for generations. Instead he leased part of the two hundred acres to sharecroppers, and for the other parts he hired a foreman and ranch hands. That freed Pete up to work for the sheriff’s office, a job he’d secured after college thanks to Riley’s oldest brother, Dillon Westmoreland.

  Pete loved his career, and the ranch was making plenty of money, which he’d split with Matt before Matt’s death.

  A pain settled around Pete’s heart when he remembered the phone call over a year ago telling him Matt and Sherry had been killed in a car crash. Luckily, three-month-old Ciara hadn’t been with them. It had been Matt and Sherry’s “date night” and the baby had been at home with a sitter.

  Sherry’s parents, who lived in New Hampshire, had wanted full custody of Ciara, and Pete had seen no reason not to give it to them. Matt had adored his in-laws, thought they were good people who treated him like a son instead of a son-in-law. Besides, Pete knew with his bachelor lifestyle, the last thing he could manage was taking care of a baby. When Sheriff Harper retired a few months ago, Pete had been selected to replace him. That meant his plate was fuller than ever.

  Things had been working out and he’d made a point to call and check on his niece every weekend. He enjoyed hearing about her first words, the development of her motor skills and how much she liked to eat.

  But five months ago, out of the blue, Sherry’s parents had shown up in Denver to say that health issues meant they needed him to serve as guardian for his niece. They assumed his bachelor days wouldn’t last forever and they thought a much younger couple would have more energy to raise their granddaughter.

  At thirty-six, marriage was the last thing on Pete’s mind. However, he gladly gave his niece the love, attention and care he knew Matt would have wanted him to.

  Now at fourteen months, Ciara Renee Higgins was ruling the Higgins household, and Pete was glad Bonnie had been there to help out as a full-time nanny. Her husband had passed away a couple of years ago, and with her only son living on the East Coast, Bonnie had welcomed the opportunity to take care of others again. As far as Pete was concerned, she’d been a godsend. He honestly didn’t know what he’d have done without her and wondered what he would do now that she would be leaving.

  “May I make a suggestion, Pete?”

  For a minute he’d been so deep in thought he’d forgotten Bonnie was standing there, waiting for him to say something. “Yes.”

  Bonnie smiled as she placed a serving tray on the table with soup and a sandwich. His lunch. He made a habit of swinging by the ranch at noon each day to spend time with Ciara. Although Bonnie’s job was to take care of Ciara, she always prepared lunch and dinner for him, as well. Where did she find the time to do such things? On the days when Bonnie returned to her own home, Pete took care of his niece by himself. Ciara required his full attention and would let him know when she felt she wasn’t getting enough of it. It was only during her nap time that he was able to grab a nap of his own.

  “Hopefully, I won’t be gone any more than two months, and I know of someone who could replace me.”

  He doubted anyone would be able to replace Bonnie. “Who?”

  “A woman I met a couple of months ago at church. She recently moved to the area and she and I have become good friends.”

  He nodded as he walked over to the table to sit down and eat. “Where is she from?”

  “Charleston.”

  He chuckled. “Good grief. Don’t tell me we have another Southerner invading these parts. Bella is enough.”

  Bella was married to his friend Jason Westmoreland. Everyone thought of her as a real Southern belle. From the time she’d arrived in Denver, it had been obvious that she was a woman of refinement. It didn’t take long for word to spread that she was the daughter of a wealthy business tycoon in Savannah, Georgia. Although Bella had adjusted well, at times she still looked out of place amid the bunch of roughnecks in these parts.

  Bonnie placed a small salad near his sandwich. “Yes, another Southerner.” She then poured iced tea into his glass.

  He looked up. “Thanks. And what makes you think she will be good with Ciara?”

  “Because she taught prekindergarten for a few years, and before that, she worked with younger babies in a nursery at a hospital in Charleston. She’s had us over for tea several times. I always take Ciara with me and the two of them hit it off. You, of all people, know how Ciara can be.”

  Yes, he knew. If his niece liked you, then she liked you. If she didn’t, she didn’t. And she normally didn’t take well to strangers. “What makes you think she would be interested in keeping Ciara until you return?”

  “Because I asked her,” Bonnie said with excitement in her voice. “I didn’t want to leave you with no one at all, and then not with just anyone.”

  He appreciated that. “When can I meet her, to see if she’ll be a good fit?”

  “I invited her to lunch.”

  Pete paused from biting into his sandwich. “Today?”

  Bonnie smiled. “Yes, today. The sooner you can meet her, the better. I would worry sick the entire time I’m in Dallas if you and Ciara weren’t taken care of properly.”

  At that moment the doorbell sounded. “That’s probably her,” Bonnie said, smiling as she swiftly left the kitchen.

  Pete began eating his sandwich, curious about the woman Bonnie was recommending. He figured she would be around Bonnie’s age, which meant she could probably cook. The thought of having home-cooked Southern dishes once in a while was a nice thought.

  “Pete, I’d like you to meet Myra Hollister. Myra, this is Sheriff Peterson Higgins.”

  Placing his glass down on the table, Pete stood and turned to offer his hand to the woman, then froze. Standing in the middle of his kitchen beside Bonnie was the most gorgeous woman he’d seen in a while. A long while. And she was young, probably no more than twenty-two or twenty-three. She had a petite figure and was no more than five-three. She appeared even shorter than that when standing across from his six-three height.

  She had skin the color of rich mocha and features so striking he felt like he’d been struck in all parts of his body. Perfect hazel eyes stared back at him and a smile curved a pair of delectable lips. Fluffy dark brown bangs swept across her forehead and a mass of curly hair fell past her shoulders. When he finally moved his gaze from her face it was to check out the legs beneath her dress. They were as gorgeous as the rest of her.

  He couldn’t ignore the spike of heat that caught him low in the gut. The power of her femininity surrounded him, actually made his heart skip a couple of beats. He wanted to groan in protest.

  “It’s nice meeting you, Sheriff Higgins. I’ve heard a lot of wonderful things about you,” the woman said, offering him her hand. Her Southern accent was just as perceptible as Bella’s.

  “Thanks,” Pete replied, fighting back a curse. The moment their hands had touched a hard hum of lust had rushed through his veins.

  Bonnie wanted him to hire this woman as a live-in nanny? She had to be kidding. There was no way he could do that, even on a temporary basis. This was the first woman he’d been attracted to since Ellen.

  That placed him in one hell of a dilemma.

  * * *

  Myra Hollister tried hiding her excitement at possibly being hired as Ciara’s nanny. She adored the precious little girl she’d gotten to know. And when Bonnie mentioned her need for a replacement, Myra had been glad to help. It would certainly solve some of her own problems f
or a while.

  First off, she would get a salary, which meant she wouldn’t have to touch her savings. And since her lease ended next month, moving in here was great, too. Hopefully without her own address, her brother wouldn’t be able to find her. The latter was the most important thing and would definitely buy her the time she needed before returning to Charleston for a face-off with Baron.

  “How old are you?”

  Sheriff Higgins’s question reeled her concentration back in. “I’m twenty-four but will be turning twenty-five on Christmas Day.”

  Myra studied his very handsome features, which she’d noticed the moment she’d walked in. She figured he was either thirty-five or thirty-six, which would put him at Baron’s age. She’d encountered good-looking older men before. Her brother’s friends were all eye candy and, like him, they were all womanizers who only thought women were good for one thing. Long ago she figured it must be an age thing. Even Baron thought that way and he’d been married to Cleo almost four years. She loved her sister-in-law and regretted how Baron and mother-in-law Charlene were treating her. Myra was convinced Cleo would have left Baron long ago, but he swore he would fight her for custody of the kids if she left him.

  Pushing thoughts of Baron from her mind, Myra placed her concentration back on the man standing in front of her. He had chestnut-colored skin, broad shoulders and long legs that looked good in his pants.

  He also had a gorgeous pair of dark brown eyes that seemed to be staring at her in disapproval. Why? Although this was what she considered an informal interview, she had dressed appropriately. She was wearing one of her church dresses with heels.

  And why had he asked about her age? Hadn’t Miss Bonnie given him a rundown of her credentials and experience? What was the issue? She could tell by the frown on his face that there was one.

  Automatically, she slid her hands to the back of her hair and fluffed it away from her neck, something she did whenever she was nervous. And she shouldn’t be feeling nervous, not when she was qualified for the job. If truth be told, probably overqualified.