He put her theories to the test!
Emotional Control. That’s divorce counselor Kenzie James’s motto and one of the rules she’s built her professional reputation on. But her own control is challenged when the gorgeous Will Russell offers her a business deal too good to be true.
From the moment they shake hands, Kenzie’s ordered world is thrown into chaos with the wild feelings he creates in her. And the attraction only intensifies when she witnesses Will’s fierce love for his autistic son. How can Kenzie not admire that quality in Will? And how can she resist him? One thing is for sure, he’s definitely showing her that nothing is black-and-white when it comes to love.
Will flashed those dimples again.
Kenzie’s breath did a little fluttery thing in her throat.
She took a swallow of hot coffee that seared away all remnants of that fluttery feeling. But it didn’t incinerate the sudden memory of the conversation she’d had in class only a few nights ago.
Lust at first sight?
Oh, please...it didn’t exist. Well, okay. Maybe. Which came at her sideways.
She watched Will return the floor plans to the folder, shuffle through the papers with those long fingers as if checking to make certain everything was there.
Then he slid the folder toward her. “This is yours. Everything you need to know about Family Foundations, the lease and the proposed floor plans. And a lot of contact information in case you think of more questions. My cell number is in here, so you can call me anytime.”
And she so wanted to call him...but not for business.
Dear Reader,
I had the honor of visiting St. Gerard House, “A Sanctuary for Families Facing Autism.” To say I was touched by the engaging charm of the students doesn’t come close. To say I was humbled by the dedication of the folks who work and volunteer there would be another understatement. The atmosphere of love and hope filling every corner of this special place is what I most wanted to share in my fictional world. While St. Gerard House provided the inspiration, any lack of understanding in my presentation of autism is solely my responsibility.
Unfortunately, a lack of understanding plays a big role in the lives of those who deal with this disorder. Enter Will Russell, a dad pulling out all the stops for his son. He meets Kenzie James, a woman with a unique twist on family life. Their attraction draws them together, and what they learn from each other helps them redefine happily-ever-after.
Ordinary people. Extraordinary romance.
Harlequin Superromance is the place to explore the sort of life issues only love can conquer. I hope you enjoy Kenzie and Will’s love story. Visit me at www.jeanielegendre.com.
Peace and blessings,
Jeanie London
Right from the Start
Jeanie London
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jeanie London writes romance because she believes in happily-ever-afters. Not the “love conquers all” kind, but the “we love each other so we can conquer anything” kind. Jeanie is the winner of many prestigious writing awards, including multiple RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice and National Readers’ Choice Awards. She lives in sunny Florida with her own romance-hero husband, their beautiful daughters and a menagerie of strays.
Books by Jeanie London
HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE
1616—FRANKIE’S BACK IN TOWN
1635—HER HUSBAND’S PARTNER
1699—THEN THERE WERE THREE
1716—THE HUSBAND LESSON
1739—NO GROOM LIKE HIM
1819—THE TIME OF HER LIFE
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
153—HOT SHEETS*
157—RUN FOR COVERS*
161—PILLOW CHASE*
181—UNDER HIS SKIN
213—RED LETTER NIGHTS
“Signed, Sealed, Seduced”
231—GOING ALL OUT
248—INTO TEMPTATION
271—IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND…
*Falling Inn Bed…
HARLEQUIN SIGNATURE SELECT SPOTLIGHT
IN THE COLD
Other titles by this author available in ebook format.
To the folks at St. Gerard House in Hendersonville, North Carolina—kids, families, administrators, faculty, professionals, staff, volunteers, benefactors, community partners and all who contribute to this ministry in any way.
You inspire with your courage, your breathtaking faith and your generosity of spirit.
May God bless you all.
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
Epilogue
Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE
“I’M GUESSING YOU don’t believe in love at first sight?” the student asked.
Not much of a guess from where Kenzie James stood, which was at the front of the classroom. The room was filled to maximum capacity with students of both genders. They ranged in ages from barely-legal-to-drink to middle-aged. They represented demographics from the young woman with facial piercings who had asked the question to an army officer wearing a knife-creased uniform.
Kenzie’s classrooms were always full—a bittersweet commentary on the state of marital affairs. As a rule she didn’t share her opinions during divorcing parent classes, but occasionally a group would actually be interested in participating rather than simply marking time in the court-ordered class.
Participators could motivate others, so Kenzie seized the teaching moment.
“No, I’m not a believer in love at first sight,” she admitted. “In my opinion a love that will weather life’s storms involves a lot of things—respect, caring, commitment, self-sacrifice to mention a few—none of which are spontaneous.”
“Fair enough,” the pierced young woman said genially. “What about lust at first sight?”
There was a titter of movement from the back of the classroom, where several obviously bored men showed life signs. An impatient woman wearing a business suit narrowed her gaze disapprovingly at the shocker question, or the appearance of the girl who’d asked. Maybe both.
The army officer’s expression didn’t flinch. Clearly the man was well trained in controlling his responses. Not a bad thing in Kenzie’s opinion.
And questions meant to shock were all part of her job, so she leaned a hip against the table where her handouts were stacked and said, “Lust at first sight is another beast entirely. Chemistry is a natural, physical response. The only problem with lust is how often people confuse it with love. Because they both begin with the letter L, do you think?”
That got a laugh from around the room. Even the officer grinned. Not the impatient businesswoman.
But Kenzie had the class’s attention. “Lust can certainly be a part of successful love, but the feelings are in no way interchangeable. Human emotion operates on impulse and inst
inct, at the maturity level of a seven-year-old. I call it the inner child. We all have one.”
Stepping to the whiteboard, she grabbed a dry-erase marker and drew circles. “Think about your children. Those of you who have teens will know what I’m talking about. Those of you with babies who haven’t yet hit the toddler phase get ready.”
She turned to the class. “Think about when your children want something. They want to watch TV now, not later. They want to go out and play now, not later. And what happens when you tell them no?”
A woman with a ponytail raised her hand. “My son is three. I can get anything from tears to a full-blown tantrum.”
“My daughter is thirteen,” the impatient businesswoman added. “I get a nasty look and an attitude.”
“Exactly.” Kenzie spread her hands in entreaty. “The responses vary with the age group, but basically all children want immediate gratification. When they’re denied, they can respond with tears or tantrums or any emotion in between. As they get older and more socially aware, they can manipulate. It’s common for children in divorce situations to play one parent against the other.”
Kenzie used the marker to point at the largest circle on the board then wrote two words inside it. “Inner child. The feelings and reactions you see in your children never go away. All of our inner children want immediate gratification. They want to pitch a fit when they’re told no. They’re willing to move heaven and earth to get their way.”
She pointed to the next smallest circle. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with our inner children. We should acknowledge how we feel and embrace our feelings. They’re what make us human. But the difference between children and adults is that adults learn how to channel those feelings constructively.”
Kenzie wrote adult in that circle. “Self-control is the key here. Adults learn to step back and make sense of a feeling before taking action.”
A simple concept that managed to be so complicated.
Kenzie didn’t share that opinion with the class, but after eight years as a divorce mediator with the state of North Carolina and now owner of her own agency, Positive Partings, she knew how underutilized emotional coping skills could be.
“Adults understand consequences. There are plenty of mornings I wake up and don’t feel like coming to work,” she said. “I make a choice. Do I want to risk losing my job so I can stay in bed, or not? Do I want to sacrifice my reliable reputation so I can roll over and go back to sleep, or not?”
Kenzie wrote the word parent in the smallest, farthest circle on the board. “Parents take their choices one step further. Not only must they think about the consequences to themselves, but they have to think about what’s in the best interest of their children. That’s why you’re here tonight and why the court appoints these classes.”
Setting down the marker, Kenzie faced the room. Every eye was on her now.
“Bottom line, people, you’re divorcing your spouses, not your children. Just because you won’t be married to your husband or wife anymore doesn’t mean you’ll stop parenting together. You’re still a family. You’ll always be a family. Life goes on. There’ll be decisions to make about schooling and a thousand other things. There’ll be birthdays and graduations and holidays and weddings and births and on and on as long as you live.”
If people realized this fact from the start, they might see how much simpler life would be if they resolved problems together rather than divorcing and dragging the same problems into another relationship.
“The goal of these classes is learning to navigate divorce in a healthy way so you and your family don’t suffer. That starts by understanding our inner children and assuming control in ways that help us to be productive adults and effective parents. Most kids don’t want their parents to divorce. They’re scared and don’t know how to articulate their fears. They need the adults in their lives to act like responsible parents who will work together to reassure them they’re loved, they’re still part of a family and they’re not responsible for the divorce.
“Adults who are effective parents learn to step back from divorce drama and manage whatever feelings they have for their former spouses in private. That’s hard to do if you’re hurt or angry or worried. But that’s what you signed up for when you became parents.”
There was a collective pause, the classroom so silent Kenzie could have heard a pin drop. She smiled.
“And that’s why I don’t believe in love at first sight, to get back to the original question. Lust at first sight is the domain of our inner children, who want passion and excitement and immediate gratification. They want to feel good now. Love is the domain of adults who recognize those shiny new feelings will eventually fade. Life’s going to have ups and downs and joys and sorrows.
“Successful love will require people to place the needs of their spouses and families ahead of their own desires, and unless a couple has healthy emotional coping skills, they’ll likely have trouble succeeding at marriage.”
Precisely why Kenzie’s classes were always full.
Reaching for her handouts, she went down the center aisle setting small stacks on each table to be passed around.
“I want you to take a look at how quickly most of you will jump into your next marriage and the percentage of those marriages that will fail. I just updated with the latest statistics, so this information is current. The fact is when families become blended, there will be more complications, not fewer, so now’s the time to get healthy coping skills in place.”
Unless they wanted to spend another four hours sitting in this court-appointed class.
Love at first sight?
Not a good idea in Kenzie’s book.
* * *
WILL RUSSELL BRACED himself for the meeting ahead while opening the front door of the unassuming two-story house. He barely noticed the plaque by the door anymore.
Angel House.
A Sanctuary for Families Facing Autism.
Tucked behind a church, this house had become another home to him and his son, Sam. In many ways Angel House was more of a home than even their own with just Will and Sam and an ex-wife who could only be a drop-by mom.
He and Sam certainly spent enough time here between classes and evaluations, Will’s nighttime support groups and ongoing fund-raising meetings. The fund-raising was as important as everything else because without money, no work would get done, no kids or families helped to make sense of the unexpected and complicated journey that came with this disorder.
Will took another deep breath and plunked himself in a chair in the reception room. He’d arrived nearly fifteen minutes early. All afternoon he’d been in City Hall at a council meeting. Rather than tackling five o’clock traffic, he’d walked the six blocks. Hadn’t taken long. He’d practically jogged here because he was still wound up from the meeting. Not because he was eager to hear news he expected to be all bad.
Leaning forward, Will steeled himself to deal with even more pressure. Was it even possible he could feel more? He suspected the answer would be an unfortunate yes. Angel House had reached the literal end of the line. Only a miracle could save them now, and miracles were damned slow in the making.
He’d been working on this particular miracle for two years already—a meticulous process that involved a lot of factors coming together in the right way at the right time. His luck had held, and now the end was finally in sight. He needed a little more time...and didn’t hold out much hope he’d get it. Time d
epended on money around here, and both were in short supply.
“You’re here already,” a harried voice said.
He glanced up as Deanne emerged through the open doorway.
“You should have rung the bell, Will. I wasn’t busy.”
He doubted that. In their entire acquaintance, he’d never known her not to be busy. “Just got here. Barely sat down.”
She glanced at his suit. “Looks like you came from City Hall.”
“I needed some exercise.”
She smiled, and something about her smile seemed forced. Will knew right then the luck had run out. He knew it as surely as he’d come to know Deanne Sandler, the executive director of Angel House, a determined and accomplished woman with a cloud of dark hair that wisped around her face, lending to the rushed, high-energy impression of someone who never sat still. To Will’s knowledge she didn’t. At least not often.
“Come to my office.” She led the way toward the back of the house on quick steps.
As a hardworking mom slash administrator slash advocate for needy kids and their families, she was dressed casually. Her neat khaki slacks and button shirt with rolled-up sleeves were the perfect uniform for carrying out the myriad functions that made up her days. Long hours spent in her office with faculty and therapists. Impromptu chases after kids who could bolt like sprinters. Presenting issues to various media sources and politicians. Reassuring stunned parents after a diagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder.
Will knew firsthand how reassuring Deanne could be because she’d been a lifeline for him, a caring guide during the three years he and Sam had been affiliated with Angel House. She was a mentor who had become a much-valued friend.
At the moment, the classrooms were silent and empty in such a striking contrast to the normal daytime activity.
“Have a seat, Will,” Deanne said as they entered her office.
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