Miracle on Chance Avenue

by Jane Porter

  Miracle on Chance Avenue

  A Love on Chance Avenue Romance

  Jane Porter

  Miracle on Chance Avenue

  Copyright © 2017 Jane Porter

  The Tule Publishing Group, LLC

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-947636-53-8

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  Dedication

  For all the wonderful, amazing readers who have taken Marietta, Montana into your hearts. This one is for you!

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  Love on Chance Avenue Series

  Excerpt from Take Me, Cowboy

  About the Author

  Prologue

  She was back.

  It had been almost a month since Rory Douglas had last seen her, so long that he’d almost stopped looking for her every night. But now she was back in the stands, this time in Clovis, California, over halfway across the country from the last time he’d spotted her in Santa Fe, and before Santa Fe, it had been Nashville.

  She was even more beautiful tonight, her brilliant copper-red hair in a loose side braid, the expression in her brown eyes somber as she watched Kane Wilder dash out of the ring after his electrifying ride.

  Rory’s pulse quickened when she turned her head and looked at him, finding him in his chute. Their gazes locked, and Rory didn’t look away, wanting her to know he saw her, and remembered her. Each time, every time. The first time he’d spotted her in the stands had been two and a half years ago in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. It wasn’t a big stadium, and she’d been so beautiful she seemed to glow with light and life. She’d seemed familiar, too, but he wasn’t sure why.

  Two and a half years later he still didn’t know anything about her, and yet his gut told him she was there for him, that her appearances at the various tour events these past few years had always been for him.

  Or maybe he just wanted her to be there for him.

  Maybe his ego needed to believe that beautiful, young things were still attracted to him, despite the fact that he was the oldest man on the American Extreme Bull Rider Tour, earning Rory the nickname Gramps from the other guys.

  Rory didn’t mind the nickname. At thirty-eight he was too old to still be competing, and twice the age of the youngest athletes. But competing kept him on the road, and busy, and too tired and sore to think of anything but getting through the next day. He liked the guys on tour, too. Over the years they’d become his family, a tough, practical, uncomplaining family, which suited him just fine because his real family was far more complicated, which was another way of saying painful, and at times, more bitter than sweet.

  Every night after Rory chalked his rope, taped up his hands, and stretched, he’d say a prayer as he settled onto the back of his bull.

  He didn’t ask God to keep him safe. He didn’t ask for anything for himself, but rather he prayed that the good Lord would keep His hand over his sister McKenna’s head. He prayed that his brother Quinn would one day find a good woman and have a family. And then he’d pray that both of them would know peace after he was gone.

  But tonight, just as he was about to climb into the chute, he’d felt that pull, that now familiar, taut, electric tension that told him she was there, the tension that made him lift his gaze and search the stands until he found her.

  His mystery woman, a woman he’d come to think of as his angel.

  Rory lowered his weight onto Hammerfall’s back and tightened the rope, wrapping it tightly around his hand as calm and resolve settled into his bones. He wouldn’t die tonight, not with her here in the stands. It wouldn’t be fair. It wasn’t the way he wanted to be remembered.

  Attention now fixed between the bull’s massive shoulders, Rory nodded his head, indicating he was good to go. And then the chute opened, and Hammerfall charged into the ring, bucking and twisting, and Rory settled back into the pocket, or what he hoped would be the pocket, but inexplicably Hammerfall gyrated the opposite direction, flinging Rory forward while the bull threw his head back. Rory knew a split second before the impact that it wasn’t going to be good, and he found himself praying just before all went black.

  Give me a chance, Lord.

  Chapter One

  The worst part about being the newest employee was that you had the least amount of seniority, which was why Sadie Mann was standing outside a tiny historic stable turned into stylish small house at the end of Farrell Avenue, shivering in the snow, waiting for the renter to show and pick up the keys at nine thirty at night.

  She didn’t mind meeting the guest who’d booked the property as her house wasn’t far and Marietta had virtually no crime, but it was ridiculously cold, and she’d been waiting an awfully long time. There were so many projects she could be working on right now, commissions she still needed to get in the mail if they were to reach her customers before Christmas.

  But she’d manage it, she would, she told herself, hunching her shoulders against yet another blast of cold air, the wind as much a part of Marietta as the famed Copper Mountain peak standing sentry behind the town’s historic courthouse.

  Yes, it might mean missing the Marietta Stroll tomorrow night, something she’d never missed before, not even when she was flying with Big Sky Air, as it was her annual tradition with her mom, but Mom was gone, having passed away suddenly in September and Sadie had accepted that things were different. She was different. She’d given up her fantasies and daydreams and had turned over a new leaf. Her goal was to be strong, self-sufficient, and practical. And practical was the most challenging of the three.

  Being practical had become her mantra since Rory was hurt, and then came her mom’s death, and being practical took on a whole new meaning. With her mom gone, Sadie realized just how foolish she’d been, chasing impossible dreams all these years, with Rory the biggest dream of all.

  Getting over Rory wasn’t proving to be easy. Maybe it was because the last time she saw him was at the hospital in Clovis and he’d been a bear, out of his mind with pain, but at least he was alive.

  She’d gone to the hospital to make sure he was breathing. She’d gone to make sure he’d survive.

  But looking at his poor, battered body, with all those bandages and tubes and tape, she didn’t feel sorry for him, she felt angry. He was doing this to himself. He wanted out. He didn’t care about living.

  That was why she’d wanted to have his baby. It was why she’d shown up at the arenas for over two years. She wasn’t there to watch him ride. She was there to figure out h
ow to ask him to sleep with her. But every time she saw him, her courage deserted her. How did you ask a man like Rory to get you pregnant?

  How did you say, “Hey, I’ve loved you since I was thirteen and I’ve spent my life waiting for you, and loving you from afar, and if I can’t have you, maybe I could just have a piece of you...”

  Of course, you didn’t say it because it was crazy, and yet it hadn’t stopped Sadie from dreaming and praying.

  But then when her mom died, Sadie’s world collapsed, and she’d taken an indefinite leave of absence from the airline while she tried to come to terms with who she was, and where she was at thirty-five, and that was alone, most singularly alone. Sadie also knew she had no one but herself to blame as she’d spent her life waiting for someone, and something, that would never happen.

  But that was going to change.

  She’d already changed.

  She’d given up working for the airline to make a new life for herself in Marietta, a life that was stable, and grounded, a life that meant she was putting herself first and only dating nice, local, emotionally available men. She wouldn’t let herself think of these nice emotionally available men as boring, either. And she most definitely wouldn’t let herself compare them to Rory. It wasn’t fair to them, or her.

  But, even more significantly, she was moving forward in her desire to be a mom. She didn’t have to have Rory’s baby to be a mother. The world was filled with men, and fertility clinics, and sperm donors. She didn’t need to be married to be a mom. She didn’t need to wait. She had a home and savings, and she wasn’t getting any younger. If she wanted to have children, she needed to do it now, while she could conceive.

  That was why she was working so hard, juggling her online shabby chic business, The Montana Rose, with her job at Marietta Properties, along with the occasional babysitting/dog sitting/housesitting job. The plan was to sock away as much money as she could right now, so she could afford to take some time off when the baby came.

  Lights shone in the distance and an old white pickup truck came into view. Sadie watched as the truck slowed and parked next to the curb. The lights turned off, and the driver door swung open. Her heart did a hard, uncomfortable thump as a tall man in a sheepskin coat approached, boots and cane crunching snow, his black felt cowboy hat drawn low on his brow.

  Her heart did another hard thump, and she felt a frisson of pleasure followed by a streak of pain.

  It couldn’t be... it couldn’t...

  And yet she recognized that square jaw with just a hint of golden brow bristle and she knew that black felt hat, too. The limp, and the cane, those were new, but the rest was achingly familiar.

  Rory Douglas.

  There weren’t many streetlights in this part of town, and the small porch lights framing the doors of the old stable created two small pools of light that did little to illuminate the shoveled sidewalk or the man.

  “Sorry I’ve kept you waiting,” he said, his voice deep, hard, as hard as his carved jaw.

  She knew that voice, too, along with that firm chin and beautiful mouth that had never once kissed her, but she’d fantasized plenty. “Not a problem,” she answered huskily, legs feeling weak.

  He stopped in front of her, head lifting a fraction, his narrowed gaze settling on her face. Recognition dawned. “If it isn’t the mystery girl from the Extreme Tour.”

  Her chest squeezed closed. “Hello, Rory.”

  “Now surely this can’t be a coincidence.”

  “Actually, it is. I was told to meet Ron Douglas. Either it was a typo, or you’re using another name these days.”

  “Only when I’m back in Marietta.”

  “Why?”

  “Easier.” His head tipped, his gaze burning into her. He studied her for a long, uncomfortable minute. “It was you at St. Agnes in Fresno, wasn’t it?” he said finally.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You came to the hospital. I think I was an ass. Chased you away.”

  She couldn’t believe he remembered. He’d been so out of it, almost incoherent with pain.

  “I owe you an apology.”

  “You don’t.”

  “I said things I shouldn’t have.”

  “It’s fine,” she said finally, her insides on fire because it was.

  She hadn’t minded that he’d been short-tempered. She hadn’t minded his pain. What she’d objected to was the bull stomping on his hip and driving his head and horns into Rory’s chest.

  That was what she minded.

  “You went to get the nurse,” he added quietly, “and you never came back.”

  She struggled to smile, a professional smile, the kind she’d give clients who walked into the real estate office enquiring about a listing. “You didn’t need me there.”

  “I don’t know about that, darlin’.”

  Part of her burned, while another part of her raged.

  It was too late.

  All of this was too damn late.

  Face hot, body cold, Sadie reached into her coat pocket for the keys, not wanting to do this with him, not now. Possibly not ever. Watching him nearly die in front of her had changed her, but she’d finally woken up, thank God.

  She flashed him another tight, hard smile. “I’m supposed to let you in, show you around, and answer any questions you might have about Marietta, but since you’re from here, I can’t imagine you’ll have many questions.”

  “I do have one.”

  Her gaze met his.

  “Why did you show up to all those tour events and never come talk to me?”

  A fresh wave of heartache and heat surged through her, the heat knotting in her chest while the rest of her remained frozen. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

  “It does to me.”

  She squared her shoulders, lifted her chin. “I liked to make sure you were okay.”

  “I kept waiting for you to come back.”

  “You shouldn’t have returned to the circuit.”

  “Now you sound like my sister.”

  “She loves you. Just like everyone else in this town—” Sadie broke off, eyes stinging, a lump filling her throat, making it impossible to finish her thought. But then, he didn’t need her to finish anyway. He knew all this and more. The last thing any of them needed was her trying to insert herself into his life when she couldn’t even manage her own.

  Turning to the door, she blinked back tears she’d never let him see. Crazy to think she’d been standing here waiting for him. How impossible, how implausible to be back here in Marietta waiting for Rory Douglas?

  And just when she’d finally given him up, he appeared.

  It wasn’t fair, but then, life wasn’t supposed to be fair. Life was just life, and capricious as all heck.

  “Let’s get you inside,” she said, trying to slide the key into the dead bolt. “It should be warm inside. I turned the heater on when I first got here. It’s an efficient heater and a small space, but I think you’ll like it. You’re a little far to walk downtown from here, but there is a small convenience store and liquor store just a block over.” She was babbling, but she couldn’t help it.

  When she’d left the Fresno hospital, she’d been hurt, and confused, but she hadn’t planned on leaving him behind. But weeks later her mother died and then her world came crashing in, and Sadie realized it was time to stop chasing false dreams. She wasn’t a girl anymore. She was thirty-five and single and absolutely alone, and she’d always be alone if she didn’t find someone real, and someone dependable, to love.

  Only Rory had been part of her heart so long that it’d hurt to let him go. It’d hollowed what was left of her heart, and she knew she had no one to blame but herself.

  “Need a hand?” he asked quietly.

  She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He didn’t return to Marietta. McKenna said he avoided his hometown at all costs. And yet he stood tall and solid just behind her, his thick sheepskin accentin
g his broad shoulders and the width of his muscular chest.

  Rory stood silently as he watched Sadie struggle with the key. Her hand was trembling, and he wasn’t sure if she was nervous or simply cold. She’d been waiting for over forty minutes. She had to be frozen through. He’d tried calling to say that he’d be late, due to an accident outside of Billings that had shut all traffic down, but his call to Marietta Properties had gone straight to voicemail.

  “Have you worked for Marietta Properties long?” he asked, as she tried a different key.

  “Just since the end of September,” she answered, shooting him a swift glance over her shoulder. Even in a thick puffy coat with a gray knit cap on her head, she looked heart-stoppingly pretty. “And I’m not sure why the lock is sticking. It opened right up before. Not sure what I’m doing wrong.”

  “I’m happy to try,” he said easily, aware as she went back to the first key.

  She was becoming increasingly flustered, but there was no hurry. He was happy just to look at her. When she’d walked out of his hospital room in Fresno, he knew he’d see her again, his gut told him he’d see her, but it’d never crossed his mind that he’d find her in Marietta.

  As far as he knew, there were no angels in Marietta. All the angels around here had already gone to heaven.

  “It’s my job to do this,” she muttered, trying the first key again. “How difficult can it be to unlock a door?”

  “You said you did it before.”

  She threw him a swift glance, frustration and a nameless emotion darkening her eyes. “Exactly!” And then with a shake of her head, she turned to face him, her long ponytail sliding across her shoulder in a bright gleam of copper. “Okay. I’ll give you a shot before we both freeze to death.”

  She handed him the small key ring, her fingers brushing his and he felt a crackle of energy, flashing back to the hospital and how she’d lightly touched his bicep, the only place not bandaged. Even broken and sore, he’d relished her warmth and softness. The touch had meant to comfort, but instead it stirred something in him that he couldn’t define and didn’t know how to answer.