by Jo Leigh
Secrets tore them apart...
Can the truth bring them together?
Ginny Landry’s life is devoted to two things: her daughter’s happiness and safeguarding a long-buried secret. Both of which are in jeopardy when Parker Nolan returns to Temptation Bay looking for his sister, who disappeared years ago. Ginny needs Parker to leave town—now—but can she really watch the only man she’s ever loved walk out of her life again?
“An explanation?”
Parker nodded. “For leaving the way I did.”
Ginny calmly took a sip of coffee—then set the cup down. “You don’t owe me anything. It was a long time ago.”
“Doesn’t matter. I do owe you, and I need to get it off my chest. So, humor me?” He gave her that smile she remembered all too well.
After he’d left, how many nights had she spent weeping over that bone-melting smile that had gotten her in trouble with him in the first place? And now it was making a mockery of her defenses. Darn him.
It just wasn’t fair. She wasn’t a naive eighteen-year-old anymore and she didn’t give a fig about making him feel better... “All right, go ahead.” She dragged her gaze away to look at the wall clock. Mostly so she wouldn’t be dazzled by that stupid smile. “You have five minutes.”
Dear Reader,
Welcome to my very first Harlequin Heartwarming book! Some of you might have met Ginny Landry in my Harlequin Superromance, The Navy SEAL’s Rescue. Now Ginny finally gets her own hero, Parker Nolan. Their story has been in my head for a couple of years now, and it was a joy to finally see it come to life.
Ginny was supposed to become a concert pianist and travel the world. Parker was supposed to be a civil rights attorney. Both their plans were thwarted when Meg, Parker’s sister and Ginny’s childhood best friend, disappeared just after high school graduation.
Parker had gotten close to Ginny after Meg vanished, then did his own vanishing act shortly after. Ginny never knew why the man she loved had left her so cruelly. But she has her own secret, one she can never reveal to anyone—especially Parker.
But when their secrets begin to unravel, it takes all his courage and her determination to make them finally see they’d always belonged together.
I hope you enjoy the book as much as I loved writing it.
All my best wishes,
Jo Leigh
Reunion by the Sea
Jo Leigh
Jo Leigh is from Los Angeles and always thought she’d end up living in Manhattan. So how did she end up in Utah in a tiny town with a terrible internet connection, being bossed around by a houseful of rescued cats and dogs? What the heck, she says, predictability is boring. Jo has written more than sixty novels for Harlequin. Find her on Twitter, @jo_leigh.
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Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EXCERPT FROM A FAMILY FOR ROSE BY NADIA NICHOLS
CHAPTER ONE
“COME ON, TILDA, get moving. You’re going to be late.” Ginny Landry checked the wall clock while listening to her daughter bang around in her room. “Hey, do you need any help packing?”
“No. I’ve got it.” Another thud. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“Of course not.” Ginny could tell by her voice Tilda was grinning. “Okay, maybe a little.” Wanting a weekend for herself—well, with three of her best friends from high school—didn’t make Ginny a bad mother. After all, a fifteen-year class reunion happened only once in a lifetime.
“I know you,” Tilda called out, moving to the edge of the stairs. “You just don’t want Kaley’s mom to come in and start gushing.”
“You’re right. That’s part of it.” Ginny walked out of the kitchen and looked up at Tilda leaning over the railing. “Where’s your bag?”
Tilda lost the grin. “I’m working on it,” she said, slipping back into her room. “Dang. You’re giving me a complex.”
“I’ll send you to therapy,” Ginny called as she walked into the living room, stopping at her piano. When she brushed the keys, her glossy fingernails caught her attention. They looked so pretty.
Yesterday she’d splurged on a mani-pedi. Because she gave piano lessons, she was always careful to keep her nails trimmed and neat, but she’d gone all out, letting the woman apply a light beigy-pink color. Ginny looked down and wiggled her matching toenails peeking out from the strappy gold sandals she’d bought for the weekend festivities. She felt so glamorous. So chic. So...not like herself. But that was the point.
It wasn’t at all that she was unhappy being a single mom, or to be living in the same house where she’d grown up. In fact, Ginny considered herself lucky. Temptation Bay had once been a small, quaint town tucked away on the Rhode Island coast and populated by generations of fishing families. But in the last couple of decades, the area had exploded with tourists, and summer people who’d bought up beachfront property and coveted lots along the bluffs that overlooked the water.
Ginny’s family home sat on nearly an acre on the northernmost bluff, thanks to the foresight of her great-grandfather. All the windows on the east side of the house faced the Atlantic Ocean and the bay. It was a privilege to have such a gorgeous view, and not one to be taken for granted.
She stood at the living room window, watching the sailboats glide across the sparkling blue water, wondering if her father ever missed it. If he ever regretted moving out all those years ago. Sure, his upscale Providence town house was close to his law office and he had a very nice view of the river, but really, there was no comparison.
Maybe she’d ask him now that they were on better terms. Well, they were speaking again, anyway.
“Hey, Mom, where are you?” Tilda’s voice came from the top of the stairs.
“In the living room.”
“Don’t you think it’s going to be kind of weird?”
Ginny turned away from the window. “What’s going to be weird?”
“Seeing all those people you went to school with.” Tilda, now wearing an oversize Roger Williams Academy
T-shirt and cutoffs, stopped halfway down the stairs. “They’re all going to look old, and the guys could be balding and the—”
“Oh, for... We’re all in our early thirties. That’s hardly ancient.” She saw another grin lurking at the corners of her daughter’s mouth. “Good. You’re finished packing.” Tilda’s expression fell, and back up the stairs she went.
“You’re going camping for three days, Tilda. How much stuff do you need to take?”
“I don’t know. You’re stressing me out.”
“I’ll give you five minutes,” Ginny said, looking at the clock. “Then I’m taking over.”
“All right already. I’m almost done.”
For being extremely bright—gifted in fact—the simple act of packing had always eluded Tilda. She was just like Meg in that respect.
Ginny had been thinking of her old friend a lot lately. The reunion had brought it on, even though Meg wouldn’t be coming to Temptation Bay with the rest of their classmates. And that made Ginny incredibly sad. Ten months ago was the last time her friend had contacted her. Things hadn’t been going well for Meg. Not for a very long time. And after that last scary phone call, Ginny had the sick feeling Meg had finally used up all her luck.
Not a good time for her thoughts to be spiraling. She was determined to enjoy the weekend. This would be the first time the Fearless Four—something she, Cricket, Harlow and Jade had called themselves—would be all together since graduating from Roger Williams Academy. They’d all gone their separate ways, using Facebook to keep in touch—though not nearly as often as they’d promised.
Ginny thought she heard a car. “Ready or not, here I come,” she called up to Tilda as she hurried to peek out the long narrow window to the left of the front door.
“Wait! That wasn’t five minutes!”
“They’re here.” Ginny watched Kaley get out of the Suburban, and actually crossed her fingers, hoping and praying Sharon would stay put behind the wheel.
Nope. Kaley’s mom climbed out right behind her daughter.
Sighing, Ginny stepped back from the window so they couldn’t see her. “Did you hear me, Tilda?”
“Coming.”
“Not fast enough,” Ginny muttered. Resigned, she pasted on her hostess face. She was pretty good at it considering she’d been raised without the benefit of a mother’s guiding hand.
After the first doorbell chime, she counted to five, then opened the front door. “Kaley, Sharon, how nice to see you. Please,” she said, stepping back and holding the door open wide, “come in.”
“Hi, Ms. Landry.” Kaley twirled around as she walked past Ginny, while eyeing her up and down. “Wow, you look hot. Big plans tonight?”
Ginny laughed. “Hot?”
“Oh, Kaley, mind your manners,” Sharon said, doing her share of sizing up Ginny’s lime-green sundress.
“It’s not like I dissed her.” Kaley rolled her eyes. “Mom, you’re so out of touch.”
Well, at least she hadn’t called her mom old.
Sharon ignored her daughter and, as expected, walked straight to the living room window. “I can’t get over this view. It’s simply breathtaking.”
“You say that every time,” Kaley muttered, shaking her head and looking at Ginny. “Okay if I go up to Tilda’s room?”
The words had barely left her mouth when Tilda shouted out. “Come here, Kaley! I need help deciding on a pair of jeans.”
Frowning, Ginny stopped her. “You guys are only going camping, right?”
Kaley nodded, walking backward to the staircase. “She’s just being lame.”
Ginny had rarely experienced any trouble with Tilda. She was a model child in so many ways. And her friends were all bright, sensible kids much like Tilda. So why the niggling suspicion that something was off?
Perhaps it had nothing to do with her daughter, Ginny thought as she dutifully walked into the living room. She’d been looking forward to this weekend for months. Yes, it would be sad without Meg attending the reunion. In preparation, Ginny had given herself pep talks all week so she wouldn’t shortchange the friends who would be there or cheat herself out of enjoying some adult company for a change. A little time away from the piano wouldn’t hurt either. She’d been practicing like a madwoman for the past seven months, ever since the Rhode Island Philharmonic had invited her to be a guest soloist.
Sharon turned away from the window to smile at Ginny. “You’re so lucky you work at home. I don’t think I could drag myself away from this view,” she said, sighing. “But, then, you lead such an exciting life.”
At first Ginny was speechless, then she burst out laughing. “You have me confused with someone else.”
“Well, isn’t being a member of the orchestra exciting enough for you?” Sharon laughed. “I’d be taking out an ad in the newspaper.”
“I’ve performed as a guest soloist twice,” she said carefully, not wishing to let anything slip or start a rumor. “But that’s all.”
Sharon frowned. “I heard you’re supposed to go on tour with them.”
Ginny hesitated. The director had spoken with her, but nothing was actually settled. “Where did you hear that?”
“I’m not sure. Oh, wait. It was Jane Winthrop.”
“Well, apparently Jane knows more than I do,” Ginny said, then realized she didn’t even know a Jane Winthrop.
It was tempting to ask about the woman and how she’d come about the information. Ginny decided it would be wiser to simply drop the subject. The last thing she wanted was to become fodder for gossip. She’d been there, done that after she’d dropped out of Juilliard all those years ago.
* * *
AFTER TURNING HIS rented Jeep over to the valet, Parker Nolan slipped off his aviator sunglasses. Seaside on the Bluff hadn’t existed the last time he’d been to Temptation Bay. The large showy resort had replaced a small, early-1900s’ hotel. But then, a lot had changed in fifteen years. Including him.
“Sir?”
Parker turned to the valet.
The young man—Rafael, according to his name tag—held up the black leather bag Parker had left on the floor of the passenger side. “Did you forget this? Or would you like for me to call a luggage attendant?”
“I don’t have a reservation.”
“Ah.”
Parker hadn’t expected to get a room at the last minute, and judging by all the cars and taxis crowding the porte cochere, he was right. “You know of any place that might have a vacancy?”
“We’ve got a big class reunion and a golf tournament this weekend,” Rafael said, shaking his head. “Between the two I doubt you’re going to find anything nearby.”
“What about that old turquoise motel on Highway 1. Is it still there?”
“Yeah, but the place—” He lowered his voice. “It’s kind of a dump.”
Well, that hadn’t changed. Parker dug into his pocket and gave the kid a five. “Thanks. I shouldn’t be more than a couple hours.”
Parker headed toward the glass doors, rubbing the stubble along his jaw, wondering if he shouldn’t have found a room first. He could use a shower, and definitely a shave, after the long flight. Eighteen hours ago he’d been unloading the cargo he’d delivered to a backwoods town in northern Alaska when he’d received the call sending him on this fool’s errand.
He wasn’t going to find his sister. Not here in Temptation Bay, or anywhere else. It was obvious that Meg didn’t want to be found. She hadn’t surfaced in fifteen years, not even to attend their father’s funeral. And then a year ago the random Facebook communications had ceased altogether. Parker’s assumption that his mom had finally accepted that Meg was lost to them had shattered the moment he’d answered her phone call yesterday.
It was unclear how she’d learned of the reunion, but that wasn’t important. After he followed this last shred of hope
, he was going to tell her he was done. Finished. Not that she asked him very often. But this time would be the last. There was no reason to keep opening the wound. No more chasing ghosts or shadows. He and his mom had come out of hiding over thirteen years ago. She was remarried to a nice man, a dentist from Idaho who kept regular hours and put her before his job. It was time she accepted that Meg was never coming back.
At least when he’d gone to ground, he hadn’t cut himself out of his mother’s life completely. Meg, for whatever reason, had vanished without a word. He hoped it was because it was her choice, even if he wished she could have been kinder about it.
The important thing was that his mother was finally happy. Now, if she could just let go of Meg. Not forget her, but accept that maybe Meg was just like their old man. She’d had plenty of opportunities to reach out, give their mom some peace of mind. Instead, Meg’s Facebook posts had dwindled to nothing. Keeping her secrets was clearly more important to her than her family.
The open lobby was spacious, with lots of glass, and overlooked the sparkling blue waters of the bay. People were everywhere. Spread out on the suede chairs and sofas, talking, laughing, sipping cocktails. Others stood in small groups closer to the lobby bar. A short line had formed while folks waited their turn at the reception desk.
The sheer number of people in the lobby made him want to turn around and leave. What he wouldn’t give to be back in his cabin, with nothing but the stark beauty of the wilderness as his companion. Once this exercise in futility was over, he’d be better off never leaving Alaska again.
But he’d made a promise he intended to keep. With his eyes peeled, he maneuvered through the crowd, behind uniformed employees pushing carts loaded down with luggage. Off to the left of the elevators, a table was set up and manned by a smartly dressed brunette in her early thirties who flashed a blindingly bright smile and a diamond the size of Parker’s De Havilland.
Yep, she looked like a product of the Roger Williams Preparatory Academy to him. He’d never understood why Meg had wanted to go there. She hadn’t cared about her grades, or about hanging out with the future bastions of the upper class. In fact, she’d tended to thumb her nose at the type of kids who went to prep school. With the exception of Ginny Landry.
