“But...” Tatum couldn’t process. “Is that even possible? I thought you said—”
“I told you what the doctors told me. They don’t have a prognosis yet and he’s definitely got a long road, but he’s alive. And he’s awake. He’s talking.”
“Well, don’t sit around here,” Sam’s mother insisted. “Get going already. My boy’s in good hands.”
Tatum hugged her. “I don’t want you to worry about hospital bills,” she whispered to the older woman. “I take care of my family. That includes you and Sam.”
“Your parents did a right good job with you, young lady.” Sam’s mother kissed both her cheeks. “My boy’s blessed to have found you.”
A few minutes later, Cruz and Tatum walked to his car. “It’s been quite a day,” Tatum sighed. “One I won’t soon forget.” Not that she wanted to. Well, maybe some of it. “What?” She asked when Cruz didn’t respond.
“What are you doing Monday evening?”
“Considering my restaurant won’t be open for business for a bit yet, I think my schedule’s pretty clear. Why? You have something in mind?”
“Yeah, actually.” He pulled open the passenger door, and as she sat, he said, “I’d like you to come to dinner with me at my parents’. It won’t be anything fancy, but my mom’s a pretty darn good cook. I want you to meet them. So you know what you’re getting into.”
She caught his face between her hands, pressed her mouth to his. “I would love to go.”
Tatum laughed when his cell went off again. “What now?”
“Better get used to it,” he teased. “Such is the life of a cop.” He glanced at the text. “Well, what do you know.” The smile that broke across his mouth sent a zing of pleasure rippling through her. “Looks like the Narcotics division is getting a new member of the family. The LT’s wife just went into labor.”
“So we’ll come back once you see Johnny,” Tatum said even as she smothered a yawn. “You do know how to show a girl a good time, Detective Medina.”
“And I plan to keep doing that.” He bent down and pressed his lips to hers again. “For as long as you’ll let me.”
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“Do you think they’re going to trash me on the news shows?” Tatiana asked after a long pause.
“No. It will probably be all right. They know that the question the guy asked was a low blow.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, you know.”
He shifted in his seat. “What do you mean?”
“You know they’ll make me look like an idiot, which I made awfully easy for them. So don’t lie.”
“Funny that you should say that.”
“What do you mean?”
Travis crossed to her office door. Since in his gut he already knew the answer, he nearly talked himself out of asking the question. He hated lies, and she’d lied to him and already got him to lie for her to his cousins. But as he opened the door, he couldn’t stop himself.
“If you don’t think we should lie to each other, since I’m hoping you think that rule should go both ways, then tell me this. When did you really speak with your dad last? And why did you lie to me about it?”
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Dear Reader,
I am so excited to bring you my story in the wonderful Coltons of Grave Gulch series. I love writing about the Coltons! This extended family might have more adventures than yours or mine, but at their core, they are like the rest of us. The Coltons are dedicated, loving and fiercely loyal—qualities found in all the best families. I had a great time telling Travis and Tatiana’s story, where two lost souls find hope and home through a surprise pregnancy.
As I wrote, I could relate to Travis’s struggle as he worked so hard to earn his father’s approval. For years, I chased my late dad’s approval only to learn that it had been there all along. I was the only person who still needed to be convinced of my worth. Tatiana’s search for understanding spoke to me, as well. Perhaps not on the scale that she must face, but we all have dealt with the feelings of loss when a family member or friend disappoints us.
I hope you enjoy this story and the other eleven books in the Coltons of Grave Gulch series. Please join me in rooting for each of the Colton brothers, sisters and cousins as they search for answers, face their demons and find love along the way. May this story give you a lovely escape and a deeper appreciation of the blessing of family.
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; To Randy, who feeds me through the crazy days of the deadline period and, let’s admit it, the rest of the time, too. It’s been a wild ride. Thank you for our first thirty years of marriage—three daughters, four cats, two states, four cities and a mild disagreement or two or three. There’s no one with whom I would rather spend the next thirty years.
A special thanks goes to my fellow POTL Critique Group members, Patricia Lazarus, Loralee Lillibridge, Nancy Gideon, Victoria Schab, Laurie Kuna and Constance Smith, who’ve shared every high-high and low-low of this writerly journey with me. I adore you all.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
CHAPTER 1
As she tucked the plastic test kit just inside the bowl and aimed as best she could at the absorbent tip, her new pencil skirt wadded at her waist, Tatiana Davison grimaced over the irony of the moment. Taking a pregnancy test in the executive restroom was one way to spend her first morning as co–chief executive officer of Colton Plastics. Just not one she would have chosen. Ever.
“Dad would get a good laugh over this,” she whispered as she snapped the cap on the kit.
Tatiana shivered more than she had on the drive to the office, not yet reacclimated to Michigan’s early-March deep freeze, and then cracked open the solid wood stall door to see if anyone had overheard her talking. Of course, no one had. This plush facility, with pristine granite countertops and waterfall-type faucet fixtures she would marvel over each time she washed her hands, was for her private use. She’d even locked the door to the outer parlor area.
Anyway, her father wouldn’t be trying to cheer her up over news she received today or any other day. He wasn’t aware that she’d accepted this prestigious position at the fast-growing Grave Gulch company that business magazines had called “one to watch.” Nor that she’d moved back to the city of thirty-five thousand that she’d fled last year, overwhelmed after her dad’s arrest for murder. He would have known many things about her life if he’d bothered to call her. Other than that one time right after the charges were dropped and he was released.
When Len Davison had first been arrested, Tatiana would have sworn there was no way her father could have murdered some guy last fall in Grave Gulch Park. Or any other time or place, for that matter. If only she was so certain of that now. In fact, she was almost convinced he was guilty.
She couldn’t think about that this morning. There was no time to feel bad again, either, that her own DNA had connected him to the crime in the first place. She should never have done that genealogy testing...but she had her own problems to deal with at the moment. The ones resulting from her own poor decisions and her too appealing co-CEO. If only thirty-four-year-old Travis Colton hadn’t been her favorite kind of male specimen, with toned arms beneath his perfectly pressed dress shirt and a no-nonsense square jaw on his fawn-colored face. And why couldn’t his short, dark blond hair have been prickly like steel wool under her fingertips instead of irresistibly soft?
She shoved away memories that had no place in that moment or location, finished up the necessities and readjusted her clothes. Then she carried the test to the sink. She placed it on a paper towel, faceup as the instructions had required, and covered the whole thing with a second towel.
Why she bothered hiding the result, she wasn’t sure. With her stomach rolling just from the scent of the room’s lilac air freshener, she had a good guess what the answer would be. And it wasn’t a great one.
She washed her hands, scrubbing for longer than was necessary to clean them, and then studied the instructions to determine how soon the test could be read. Three minutes? Shouldn’t it take longer than that for an answer that could change her life?
The delicate gold watch she’d purchased in honor of her upward move from celebrated plastics engineer to a corporate leadership role told her time was up. She uncovered the kit and lifted it to get a better look. Two dark pink lines had appeared in the result window. Air froze in her lungs, and her face in the mirror blurred, then sharpened, then blurred. Pregnant? That couldn’t be true, and yet the proof was right there in front of her, in pink and white.
She lowered the test onto the towel and fumbled with the fancy faucet again, cool water spilling over her hands. Then she pressed her palms to her burning cheeks and forehead. When the heat finally started to cool, she gripped the edge of the counter and glanced up at the glass again. A red-faced woman stared back at her, damp hair clinging to her cheeks and mascara smeared beneath her eyes. The same engineer who’d thought it was a good idea to share a bottle of wine in her hotel suite living room with her corporate equal to celebrate her new executive position. The one who’d foolishly talked long into the night and had ended up happily tangled with him in the sheets of that king-size bed.
What had she been thinking? Well, it was obvious that she hadn’t been considering consequences, or this morning she would have been able to march into Colton Plastics like a windstorm instead of cowering in her office as if preparing for a tornado drill. No, she couldn’t think about Travis now. It didn’t matter that he was unlike any man she’d ever met. That his incisive light blue eyes were also incredibly kind. What good would it do for her to recall that the pressure of his strong arms around her had made her feel safer than she had at any time since her father’s arrest? Or that his tender touch might have teased awake parts of her beyond skin and flesh?
He evidently hadn’t felt the same. In fact, he couldn’t get out of her hotel room fast enough, while she’d been imagining that they’d connected on some deeper level. The test showed they’d connected, all right.
A baby. That explained a lot. Like why she’d been unable to stay awake later than nine the past few weeks and that she’d slept during the whole flight across the Atlantic when she was usually wide-awake on planes. And that it was more than jet lag and a nervous stomach over starting her new position that made saltine crackers her constant companion as she’d unpacked.
“Me? A mother?” Tatiana couldn’t wrap her head around it. There was no way she could ever be that unselfish, like her wonderful late mom. She was too preoccupied with her career and would be even more so now. Even at age thirty-two, she still had only plastic houseplants in her apartment for a reason. The real varieties always died quick deaths in her care.
Though she’d always supported other women’s reproductive rights, she’d never considered what her choice would be in the event of an unplanned pregnancy. But as she listed all the reasons she couldn’t and shouldn’t be a parent, of its own accord, her hand slid from the edge of the sink to the front of her skirt, just below her waistband. Damp fingerprints marked the cloth over her still-flat belly. No matter what unfortunate decisions had led to this reality, a child was now nestled inside her, growing. Her child. The two of them were in this together.
As she brushed her hand down her skirt, the damp prints fading, the test drew her attention again. Those two lines didn’t lie. Nor did the hands on her watch. She had ten minutes until her first important meeting in a job she needed now more than ever.
Tatiana shoved the closed test kit and instructions back in the box, wrapped the whole thing in the plastic shopping bag and tucked it inside her designer purse. She pulled out her tiny cosmetics case, and in minutes had reapplied her makeup, combed her hair and brushed away t
he wrinkles on her skirt. She clipped her hair at her nape again and adjusted the few shorter sections left free around her face. She would appear presentable if no one looked too closely.
Compartmentalizing. She was good at it. Otherwise she never would have survived those weeks after her father’s arrest last fall. Sure, she’d fled to Paris after his last cryptic call, but she’d managed to make it a long vacation as well. Even when the chance to interview for the perfect company had interrupted her tour and her unwise affair with Travis Colton had made her miserable upon her return to the romantic city.
If she planned to get through this morning’s financial overview with Travis, she would have to harness her concentration skills again and hold an even tighter rein on her emotions. No matter what was going on in her personal life, or her body, she would show him that he hadn’t made a mistake in recruiting her for his company.
She could do this, she told herself as she gathered her favorite pen and her leather folio and pulled open her heavy wood office door, nibbling a cracker, just in case. The empty administrative assistant’s desk outside her office served as a reminder that one of her first tasks would be to interview candidates for that position.
As she traced the series of hallways that separated her plush office from Travis’s, Tatiana ticked off items on the morning’s agenda. They would go over cost estimates and discuss the division of responsibilities and their visions for the future of Colton Plastics.
And when those conversations and any other first-day details were out of the way, if she could gather the courage, she would tell Travis that she was carrying his child.
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