Entangled: Surrendering the Past (Surrendering Time Book 2)

by Julie Arduini

  Entangled:

  Surrendering the Past

  Julie Arduini

  Copyright©2016 Julie Arduini

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by means without written permission from Surrendered Scribe Media.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used as fiction. Any similarity to actual people and/or events is purely coincidental. The village of Speculator Falls is based on the real Speculator, New York. Any errors readers find are either fiction for Speculator Falls and the Gloversville area or the author’s fault.

  Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright ©1996, 2004, 2007, 2013, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

  Cover created by Surrendered Scribe Media, photos courtesy Bigstock Photo and Photodune.

  Published by Surrendered Scribe Media, Youngstown, Ohio, 44514

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  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Surrendering Time Series

  Dedication

  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 Fifiteen

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Invitation to Review

  Coming Soon: Engaged

  Engaged Preview

  Acknowledgements

  Free Resources from Surrendered Scribe Media

  The Surrendering Time Series

  ENTRUSTED: Surrendering the Present

  ENTANGLED: Surrendering the Past

  ENGAGED: Surrendering the Future

  Dedication:

  To anyone who thinks their choices are too awful or too late to live in forgiveness, you are deeply loved and highly valued. This book is dedicated to you.

  Chapter One

  A twenty-minute run. That’s all I need. Just enough time to feel free.

  Instead, the Hamilton County DA places a neon green gift bag in my hand. He then looks to the crowd. “Just forty-eight hours and our very own Carla Rowling will go from handcuffs to haircuts.”

  The Piseco Inn meeting room is wall-to-wall people. My fellow law enforcement, paramedic, and fire and rescue colleagues hand me gifts and joke at the idea of me leaving for beauty school.

  I paste on a smile as I lift a pair of black running shoes with hot pink trim from layers of tissue paper, but my focus is on my breathing. Steady and even. Like when I’m running.

  “From squad car to standing all day. What a switch.” Fred Beebe, retired bank president, grins.

  I stand and balance my arm on Joanie, the county dispatcher, as I slip off the three-inch heels I borrowed from my best friend Jenna and try on the comfy shoes.

  “Hey, Carla! Will you wear those as you run with scissors to chase perps out of your hair salon?” Jack Hunt, my replacement, snorts from laughing too hard.

  “Do they fit?” Joanie looks to the empty box on the floor where wrapping paper and ribbon litter the area.

  I nod, let go, and sit. “They’re so comfortable I’m going to wear them for the rest of my party.” And as soon as I can, break these sneakers in. There's nothing like the feel of new running shoes, and no better time to use them than when the walls feel like they’re closing in.

  Will Marshall, my truck-driving boyfriend of less than a year, adjusts his bright orange hunting cap and places his hand over mine. “Carla, those shoes are going to be great for the long days at your salon.” He turns to Joanie and winks. “What a nice gift. You all have the best ideas to transform our favorite sheriff to our new stylist.”

  Looking around, I see my former colleagues from around Hamilton, the only county in New York State that doesn’t have traffic lights. The people smile and chant my name. Their grins seem sincere as they point to the table full of packages. Gifts I’ll never deserve.

  “C’mon, keep opening your presents so we can have cake.” My thirteen-year old son, Noah, never wastes time, especially when it comes to food. He walks over and grabs a stack of wrapped boxes

  I sigh and rest my moist hands on my lap. “Okay. Hand me another. By the looks of that pile, we’ll be here all week.”

  Will chuckles. “Sweetie, you don’t have that kind of time. You start beauty school in two days.”

  I glance at the door, my breathing no longer steady, but fast. Beads of sweat form at my hairline and I regret not putting my hair in a ponytail without bangs. Probably everyone’s counting the perspiration drops falling on my jeans.

  I have to run.

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  Thirty minutes later, Judge Franklin cuts the half-vanilla, half-chocolate cake. The confection features black and white iced decorations of free-hand scissors and hair dryers. My best friend, Jenna Anderson, starts passing out pieces. Everyone’s so busy chatting and eating they don’t notice my escape.

  God, forgive me for leaving my party. I glance around the perimeter of the conference room and tiptoe to the rear door. After my smooth exit, I leave the full parking lot and head for Old Piseco Road. “This is too fast, Lord, all of it. Inheriting all that money from Howard Wheaton. Starting beauty school. Jenna and Ben Regan getting married. Noah being a teenager.” I pick up the pace. “Will and me.”

  I’m half a mile down the road when it hits. It’s January. Although there isn’t snow on the road, it isn’t warm out. My red sweater and casual jeans are for indoor fun. Leaving the party—not my best idea.

  “I can’t shake the fear, God. I’m not worthy. I’ll never measure up. Just like being sheriff, it’ll be the same as a stylist. Those people belong. I never will. I’ll always be the girl who got pregnant in high school.”

  I turn and head back to the Piseco Inn, using each step to squash my fears about all the kindness I don’t deserve behind me. With a quarter-mile left to go, I hear gravel crack under moving tires.

  “Carla? Is that you?”

  I pause, folding my hands against my chest.

  The vehicle stops. The health center SUV.

  Please don’t let Wayne be inside.

  “Rowling, what are you doing away from your party?” Paramedic Nathan McCoy leans out the driver window. “You don’t even have a coat on. C’mon, get in. What’s gotten into you, anyway?”

  The passenger door opens, and Wayne Peterson, my high school sweetheart and Noah’s dad, slides over. “Carla’s doing what she does best. She loves to run.”

  I roll my eyes. “Well, you’re definitely the one who inspired me to start.”
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  I didn’t think I was gone long, but when we pull up at the inn entrance five minutes later, Will has his coat on and walks toward the lot.

  “Okay, Nate. Drop me off here. Thanks.” I reach for the handle.

  “Your boyfriend’s looking for you. Do you think you made Will, the great hunter of the Adirondacks, mad?” Wayne’s silky voice has a chuckle at the end.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “If you two are coming to my party, don’t forget to put my gifts on the table.” As soon as the vehicle stops, I slide out and jog to the line of cars without looking back. “Will. Over here.” I wave my hands.

  Will returns my wave and smiles, jogging toward me. “There you are. Where’ve you been? Jenna joked that maybe you saw the cake was half vanilla and you left.”

  That Jenna. We both love our chocolate.

  I meet Will in the center of the parking lot and shake my head. “No, I just needed a little air.”

  Not even the vast mountains of Upstate New York can give me enough space.

  Will takes the crook of my arm. Our steps are slow back to the celebration. “You were gone quite a while.” His deep voice isn’t much more than a whisper.

  I lean into him, partly for warmth. “Was I? Well, I wanted to test the shoes.”

  He arches his eyebrows. “Without your workout clothes?”

  My voice rises an octave. “It wasn’t a full run. Like I said, just checking them out.”

  Will pushes the main door and we walk through. The conference room still has laughter and voices echoing past the lobby. “Okay. So, are they everything you thought they’d be?”

  I blink, thinking back to the nice pace I had going before I realized I was cold. The pounding of shoes on the road, and only that noise of refuge the outdoors brings.

  “If I’d had a jacket on, I’d probably still be running.” I grin.

  Will gives my arm a squeeze. “Oh, Carla. You and your jogs. I think that’s a form of therapy for you, although I’m not quite sure what you run for. Or maybe it’s running from something.” He scratches his goatee.

  Before I can reply, I realize Will’s right. Except I’m most likely running from someone. Because as soon as I see Wayne and Nathan enter the party, I freeze.

  Wayne’s suddenly ahead of us, pouring a glass of punch. For a second I’m transported back to prom, when his punch spilled on my dress. His touch so soft.

  A chill brings me back to present time.

  “Carla? Did you hear me?” Will’s grip on my arm is now a squeeze.

  I shake my head and glance over to Will.

  Stay in the present, girl.

  “I asked if it was good.” Will’s voice is as soft and tender as his personality.

  “I’m not sure I understand. What?”

  Will scratches his goatee. “Honey, are you tired? The party. Are you having a good time?” He lets go of my arm.

  I take in a deep breath and wipe my forehead. The tremors in my hand return.

  Wayne walks by and raises his punch in my direction, like a mock salute.

  I clear my throat and turn my attention to my boyfriend. “Yes. Sorry, Will. I think the sneakers are perfect. So much so I’ll get a second pair for work and use these strictly for running.”

  Will looks at me funny, his eyebrows raised, but says nothing.

  Noah spots his dad and in three strides, is at his side. Wayne gives him a high-five, the drink spilling a little onto the floor. The two laugh, and whether my first boyfriend remembers our many junior year high school memories or not, he turns to me and winks.

  With a sigh I look down at my new shoes. “And I plan lots and lots of running.”

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  Two hours later, Will turns off the ignition and pats my knee. “I’ve got an early delivery tomorrow, but if you show me where you want all your gifts, I can help Noah unload them.”

  I dig into my purse for the house keys. “I didn’t think about where I wanted everything. Honestly, I thought it was just an ‘eat cake and wish me well’ kind of party. I didn’t expect presents.” I open the passenger door and slide out.

  Will leaves the driver’s seat and walks to the truck cab, tugging at the cover snaps whistling some song I can’t figure out. “Why? Everyone loves you. The whole village is excited about your dream coming true.” The song continues.

  Once he lifts the cover, we reach in for gift bags containing hair dryers, scissors, combs, razors, and gift cards. As we bring the loot to the front porch, I balance bags with my keys and work on opening the door.

  Noah chuckles. “Yeah, Mom. Brian’s mom said she wants you to color the white out of her hair.”

  Images of women needing perms, color jobs, and haircuts flash through my mind. Lord, help me do well.

  “Sweetheart? Where do you want everything?” Will’s green eyes pierce mine.

  “The spare room.”

  Noah leads us down the hallway, turning the light on with his elbow. Will glances down the hall toward my room. “Have you packed yet?”

  I pause. Don’t I still have two days? “No. Remember, I had a party? I’ve been kind of busy.” My smile is as weak as my answer.

  “But you’re going to be away during the week. You’ll need a few things, right?” Will walks into the spare room and places the bags on the carpet.

  I unload my new belongings on the rug, too. “I’m going to Gloversville for school, not Georgia. I’m staying with a widow who has a house. Her kitchen and bathroom is stocked.”

  Noah drops the contents next to mine, then glances at each of us as we talk.

  “But you need clothes. Supplies for school.” If Will scratches that goatee one more time, I’m going to shave it.

  “I have time. It’s not that big of a deal.” At least if I avoid thinking about it.

  Since no one moves, I start for the living room.

  Will follows. “Okay, it’s just that this is an exciting time for you. Your schooling and licensing fees are paid in full. There’s enough money left for you to purchase a shop. These gifts fell in your lap, and you don’t seem that excited. If my schooling and licenses had been paid in advance, I would have packed the hour I heard Howard Wheaton left that money.”

  Will Marshall deserves such a gift. Lifetime Speculator Falls resident. Would give the shirt off his back to anyone. Wouldn’t hurt anyone. Why he’s with me keeps me up most nights. When I’m not thinking about why Howard would ever leave someone like me that kind of money.

  I try to sound nonchalant. “I had to tackle things by priority. Give my notice at the sheriff’s office. Make sure Wayne was okay with you overseeing everything with Noah during the week. I’ll pack tomorrow.” Or minutes before I have to leave for Gloversville.

  He sighs and adjusts the neon orange hat that rarely leaves his head. “Fine. I don’t want to fight with you. I was making an observation. I thought maybe you weren’t really into this change. That maybe you were having second thoughts.” He leans over and gives me a quick kiss before leaving.

  Noah saunters into the kitchen and opens the fridge, while I stand in place. Second thoughts? Try third and fourth.

  Chapter Two

  It’s entertaining to watch Noah scramble down the hall as soon as I call out, “Bacon’s ready.”

  The black waves in his hair bounce as he slides past me on our wooden floor. “You’re still going to make Saturday breakfasts for me, right?” He piles toast four pieces high on his plate.

  “I hope so. My plan is to drive back from Gloversville on Friday nights so we can be together as much as possible on weekends. Make sure you don’t have Ben schedule you to work.” I point a spatula in Noah’s direction.

  “Gotcha. Did Will really offer to stay here during the week?” Six strips of bacon land at the side of his plate.

  I nod. “He did. Why?”

  Noah shrugs. “I didn’t know if you asked Dad to watch out for me, and he said no. I thought maybe you needed another plan
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  I put the spatula down on a paper towel. “Absolutely not. As a courtesy I asked your father if it was okay for Will to stay with you. Given Wayne’s erratic work schedule, it made sense for Will to be your primary caregiver. Are things okay with you and your dad?”

  “Yeah. It’s weird. Suddenly he’s in my life after not having anything to do with me. He’s trying to get to know me. I’m just not sure it’s for real.” He shoves half a piece of bread into his mouth.

  Father, help me. “I’ll be honest with you. When I learned I was pregnant, we were kids ourselves. Immature. I didn’t handle it well, and neither did your dad. When he rejected me, and then my parents kicked me out, I determined that you and I’d make it on our own. And we have.” I walk over to the fridge and bring the orange juice over to the table.

  “What changed?”

  “Time had a lot to do with it. We matured. When your dad called a few months ago and let me know he was moving to Speculator Falls, he explained it was for more than a job. He realized he failed you. I believe he wants to build a relationship.”

  “Oh. So you’re saying it’s always been more about you guys freaking out about being parents than about me being your kid?”

  So wise, this child.

  I pat his head. “Any rejection between your dad and me or your dad and you has been about the situation, not a person. Certainly not you. And the reason I didn’t think to ask your dad to handle things during the week when I’m in Gloversville is because of his work. Besides, Will asked almost as soon as I knew my schedule.”

  “If Dad calls during the week, can I see him?”

  I just want to eat some bacon. I’m not ready for this.

  “It would depend on homework and whether you’re working at JB’s. Your dad knows Will’s in charge of those decisions for me. So what he says, goes.” I take a piece of bacon and enjoy a quick nibble.

  “I know. You remember Dad’s picking me up this afternoon, right? You said I could spend the night as long as I’m at church tomorrow.” He reaches for another piece of toast.