by Anna Adams
Was he angry at her for leaving, or for coming back?
When Emma Candler returned to Bliss, Tennessee, after four long years trying to find—or lose—herself, she was intent on restoring more than just her nan’s termite-tortured old house. She had her life and her dignity to rebuild, too. Every small-town gossip knew all about the family fiasco she had fled from, and the fiancé she had hoped would follow. But Noah Gage wasn’t a follower. And he didn’t seem too pleased to see her back...or impressed with her attempts to make amends. Maybe there was nothing left between them. But Emma had to try to make things right.
“The thing is, he didn’t love me.”
“He did. I was there. Noah loved you deeply.”
No. He had wanted to love her. But he’d had no time to let Emma in, to let her share his burdens. But she wasn’t about to dredge up the same old song with her mother. “Whatever happened, it’s in the past. His mother just hasn’t noticed yet.”
“What do you want from him, Emma?”
She blinked. “That’s an odd question from you.”
Her mother only waited.
“Nothing.”
Dear Reader,
Now She’s Back begins on my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving. When I was ten, my parents split up, and my mother moved us children back to her family’s part of the world—the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee. Little did I know we had an amazing tradition that had been going on for years while I pranced around a southern beach. I missed that beach. I never feel more at peace than when the ocean is playing music in my head, but if I could spend one more Thanksgiving at my grandmother’s table in Tennessee, that would be perfection.
When I started this story, I wanted to bring you to the Smokies for a family dinner at Grandma’s, but I had a difficult time because perfection in my head didn’t fly straight onto the page. Then I asked my own beloved grandmother into my fictional kitchen, and her love and compassion fueled this book.
If ever a couple hungered for love and compassion, it’s Emma Candler and Noah Gage. They contend with old scandals and fresh wounds. They have to learn each other all over again and overcome old habits built on defenses they’ve built against a hard world.
I hope you’ll enjoy dinner at their Thanksgiving table, and I hope you’ll come back to the town of Bliss, wrapped in the mists of the Smoky Mountains.
All the best,
Anna
Now She’s Back
Anna Adams
ANNA ADAMS
wrote her first romance on the beach in wet sand with a stick. These days she uses pens, software, or napkins and a crayon to write the kinds of stories she loves best—romance that involves everyone in the family, and often the whole community. Love, like a stone tossed into a lake, causes ripples to spread and contract, bringing conflict and well-meaning “help” from the people who care most.
Harlequin Heartwarming
70—LOVE, ACTUALLY#
Harlequin Superromance
896—HER DAUGHTER’S FATHER
959—THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT
997—UNEXPECTED BABIES*
1023—UNEXPECTED MARRIAGE*
1082—MAGGIE’S GUARDIAN
1154—THE SECRET FATHER**
1168—THE BRIDE RAN AWAY**
1188—THE PRODIGAL COUSIN**
1248—HER LITTLE SECRET
1294—ANOTHER WOMAN’S SON
1336—MARRIAGE IN JEOPARDY
1380—ONCE UPON A CHRISTMAS
(“All the Christmases to Come”)
1407—TEMPORARY FATHER†
1435—THE MAN FROM HER PAST†
1494—HER REASON TO STAY†
1598—A CONFLICT OF INTEREST†
*The Talbot Twins
**The Calvert Cousins
†Welcome to Honesty
#Love, Actually is an anthology of three novellas.
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This is for my brother, Pete. One day, he walked out of our house, yelling for our cousin, but I heard him call for “Shrimpo,” and Shrimpo he became for years. Pete, my little buddy, my baby in a way. Pete, a softness in my heart. I love you, brother.
Contents
PROLOGUE
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
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
THANKSGIVING WAS HER favorite holiday because it meant getting away from the anger at her house and bathing in the love at her grandmother’s. Emma Candler turned her father’s SUV into the lane that ran between their house and her grandmother’s white Victorian homestead on Bliss Peak. Pale, thready, early-morning mist wound between the hardwoods and the pines, drifting to the spires and lights of the resort town below.
Emma parked in the gravel courtyard in front of Nan’s house. Jumping out, she checked her watch and peered down the driveway, down the mountain. Her fiancé had promised to come early, but his family drama often distracted Noah from his promises to her. His father, Odell, tended to choose the big days on the calendar to have his most dramatic meltdowns.
She grabbed her overnight bag, as well as an ironstone bowl of cranberry sauce and another of coleslaw.
If she’d known how to whistle, she would have. The holiday was always filled with Nan’s traditions of cooking and expressing thanks—even for their dysfunctional family. They would eat, then hike, and then eat some more. Pure joy.
As Emma hurried up the stone stairs to the wraparound porch, she noticed that the paint had started to peel. Come summer, she thought, she could help her grandmother hire someone to do the repairs or even do them herself. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind as she opened one side of the double front doors.
“Nan?” she called. “I’m here. Are you in the kitchen?”
The aromas of turkey and spicy pie wafted into the front hall. Emma hurried to the kitchen in the back of the house, where she saw pumpkin and squash pies sitting on the island. Other dishes in midpreparation littered the counter.
But no Nan.
Emma was pushing her own offerings into any crannies she could find in the fridge, when she heard the clomp of feet overhead and voices. Angry voices. She couldn’t make out the words or who the voices belonged to.
She stopped what she was doing and hustled up the back stairs.
From the doorway of the nearest bedroom, she saw her tiny grandmother gripping Odell Gage by the shoulders. His jeans were undone and his shirt was gaping open. “Get out of my house,” Nan said. “Are you both insane? Emma will be here any second. Pamela, I want my key back. You aren’t using my house to... Never again.”
“Louisa...” Odell stumbled, dragging Nan with him.
Emma couldn’t see her mother, Pamela, yet, but her grandmother’s frantic wrestling with a violent man made her rush into the room and plunge between them.
He backed up, his mouth open in surprise.<
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“Keep your hands off my grandmother,” Emma said. Movement behind him made her look over his shoulder and into her mother’s horrified face. Pamela Candler turned, yanking a sweater over her head. Emma felt sick as she looked back at Odell.
His laughter grated and his breath smelled of alcohol. “Don’t take this so seriously. Everyone in this Podunk town knows your mama needs a little fun.” He yanked his shirt around, the easier to button it. “That’s what I am. A little fun.”
“Get out of this house.” Emma pushed her hands into the back pockets of her jeans as she and Nan followed Odell and her mother into the hallway, where the pair paused to adjust their clothing. Odell had just confirmed her worst suspicions about her own mother.
Nan curled a hand around one of her wrists. No doubt she meant to comfort, but the hallway was too crowded, and Emma too upset to calm down.
Odell turned to Emma and patted her shoulder. “This isn’t your problem, sweetheart. You just arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Emma took a couple of deep breaths.
“Wait, honey,” Pamela said, her gaze plaintive as she edged closer. “Think about what you do next. Your father...”
“He deserves to be done with you!” Emma said. “Odell Gage, Mother? Odell? Is it because I’m engaged to his son, or was that just a bonus for you?”
“Don’t talk to your mom like that.” Odell’s temper flashed in his dull eyes and a corner of his mouth twitched.
“Dad.”
Emma gasped at the strangled voice. Noah stood on the landing, his face thinned with anger.
“What are you doing here?” Odell moved toward him, but Emma stepped between him and his son, her back to the stairs.
“No,” she said.
Odell looked her up and down, interested, amused.
“Emma,” Noah and her grandmother said at the same time.
“You’re not touching anyone else I love,” Emma said.
Laughing, Odell pushed past her, but their feet tangled. She felt herself falling. She heard her grandmother scream. The plaster ceiling and Odell Gage’s face twisted in front of her as they tumbled, and then sharp pain became nothingness.
She awoke in an ambulance. The EMT at her side didn’t bother to look at her, “Odell Gage said she threw him down the stairs and then lost her balance and fell with him. The guy probably deserved it, but he broke his leg before he hit the bottom, and then her grandmother had to pull his son off him.” The EMT shook his head. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
“He deserved worse.” Emma faded into unconsciousness again. The next time she opened her eyes, she was in a treatment room, and Noah sat next to her bed, his face in his hands.
“How’s your father?” she asked.
He raised his head. “You’re awake,” he said with relief, but then his face hardened. “He’s fine. He was still so drunk, he collapsed more than fell. Are you in pain?”
She ignored the question. “The paramedics said your father claimed I pushed him. Do you think I did?” Emma asked.
“Who do you think I am?”
She sighed. “I’ve never known. I said I’d marry you because I loved you so much. I thought you’d show me you cared as much for me as you do for your mom, and your sister and brothers. But you keep me at bay, as if you’re afraid to.”
His eyes told her he was tired of the same old argument, the one they could never resolve.
She plucked at the stitching on her starchy hospital sheet. “I didn’t push your father, in case you couldn’t tell.”
“I saw what happened, but what were you thinking when you stepped between him and me?”
“That he’s done enough.” Her stomach roiled. “He has to stop hurting you and your brothers and sister, and he can’t lay another finger on anyone in my family.”
“You think this will stop him? You push him, he shoves back. You’ll be lucky if you aren’t testifying about adultery at their divorce trials and then leading them down the aisle as maid of honor at their wedding. He knows how to get under your skin.”
“We’d both be lucky if he divorced your mom, and my father finally got tired of Mother cheating on him.”
“Emma, how can you say that about me?” Emma looked up as her mother pushed through the partially open door and then shut it behind her. “Don’t worry. I’ve told your father you misunderstood what you saw, and Odell was only looking for Noah. I spent the night with my mother to help her get ready for today. Odell isn’t going to press charges.”
Emma shook her head. “Press charges against whom for what?”
“He’s saying you pushed him down the stairs. We know that’s not true, but he’s already managed to spread the story, and people like to talk. Now you get some rest, and maybe you’ll be able to come home tomorrow.”
With that, she was gone again, her breezy lies poisoning the air. The heart monitor at Emma’s side tapped out a hectic beat.
“She thinks she can stay with Dad after being with your father.” Emma closed her eyes as twenty-two years of family dysfunction replayed in her head. “I have to get out of this town.” She grabbed Noah’s hands. “Come with me. You can do your residency somewhere else. We can be married. I’ve waited for you so long, but I can’t breathe here anymore.”
“I can’t go.” It was the answer she expected. “My father will be more out of control than ever because of what happened today. My mother can’t protect herself, and he’ll try to punish my sister and brothers out of his sick sense of retribution. He’s a thug.” Noah shook his head. “I cannot go with you.”
“Owen is almost your age,” Emma said. “Maybe it’s his turn to protect them. And your mother should step up.” She pulled his hands to her face. “I’m begging you. I love you. You say you love me. Love me more than them, this once.”
“I do love you more than anyone. I just can’t walk away from the war zone at home.”
“It’s not your home anymore.”
“But I’m the one the others come to when they can’t stay in that house with him.”
“You’re supposed to be my place.”
“Understand, Emma.” He pressed his palms to either side of her head, his fingers tangling painfully in her hair. “I want to kill him for what he did to you, for what he’s done to all of us, but I have to find a way to help my family survive.”
“I’m leaving Bliss, Noah.”
“Stay. We can live it down.”
“If you don’t come with me, nothing will ever be right for us. Our plans will die. We’ll never be married. We won’t have children who know they’re loved. I can’t wait any longer for you to finally choose me.”
“Emma, come on. You’re not the only person who needs me. Give me a chance.”
“We don’t have a chance if we stay here. I’m getting out, with or without you, because if I don’t, I’ll be broken.”
CHAPTER ONE
Four Years Later
“JUST CHECK ON him.” Suzannah Gage followed Noah from the back of her SUV as he carried a sack of goat feed into the garden shed. “Owen’s failed at rehab twice already. If he’s drinking again, he could fall off Louisa Candler’s termite-ridden roof.”
“It’s Emma’s roof now, Mom, and that’s your point. You think if you can send me over there, I’ll forget she left me and beg her to start over.”
“If I’d been strong enough to throw your father down our stairs, she never would have left.”
Noah shoved the feed into a shelf tall enough to keep it out of the goats’ reach. “She didn’t push him, Mom, and you shouldn’t joke about it. Most of the people in town think she ran away out of guilt.”
“She did me a favor,” Suzannah said. He glared at her, and she waved her hands as if trying to erase her words in midair. “I mean, watching h
er life fall apart made me realize I needed to fix my own. I do feel responsible for your breakup, and I wouldn’t mind helping you forgive each other.”
Noah grabbed the last bag of goat feed. “You live in a dream. Emma’s been traveling the world without a word to me, and you think we can get over our split with a little chat on her collapsing porch?”
“Don’t you want her back?”
He stood there, leaves blowing around his head, hardly feeling the weight of the bag in his hands. “No.” He’d tried to stop managing his family’s emergencies, and he had a full life, running his medical practice in town. He’d even begun to organize a committee to open a clinic that would provide more extensive care than he could in a one-man office. “I have my life. I want to be here. Emma made her life elsewhere. She never believed in me anyway.”
“Never believed in you?”
“Forget it.” He put the last bag of feed on the shelf and ushered his mother back into the crisp sunlight. “I’ll go see Owen, but don’t dream up any more ideas about Emma and me. Deal?”
“Deal.” She pulled the hatch down on her vehicle. “For now, anyway. You’ll go while he’s working? Not to see Emma, honest, son, but to make sure your brother’s sober when he’s working.”
“All right, Mom, but Owen is old enough to take care of himself, and I’ve had it with being my family’s keeper.”
“I know.” Her face wrinkled with worry. “Owen thinks I have no right to worry about him because I spent so many years letting your father treat us badly.”
Noah glanced from her to the inn she’d created out of their old farmhouse. Pale yellow, surrounded with white porches and landscaping that was his mother’s pride and joy, it bore little resemblance to the tumbledown wreck of a family home it had been.
“This place is like you,” he said. “Bright and shiny and new.”
“And it’ll last, as long as I don’t let a man like your father into my life.”
So she was capable of understanding his position. He wouldn’t go back to a woman who’d made him feel like he was never enough. He’d been torn between his family’s real need and Emma’s emotional insecurity about their relationship. He’d loved her, but never enough to suit her hunger.
