by Lisa Dyson
Sometimes you can go home again
The only reason Dr. Ashleigh Wilson is back in her hometown is to help her pregnant sister—and maybe repair their relationship. She’s certainly not here to see her ex-husband, Dr. Kyle Jennings, or mend any fences with him. Too bad he doesn’t accept that. Worse, the more time they’re together, the more the old attraction flares!
Even if she still has feelings for him, Ashleigh is not staying. Because that would mean facing the past and all she left behind. Kyle, however, seems convinced they have another shot at happiness. And after a few persuasive kisses, Ashleigh begins to wonder if he’s right….
“I get why you’re here.
Your sister needs you.
Your whole family needs you.”
Kyle slammed the lid closed on the trash can. “Just don’t take your failings out on the rest of us.”
Ashleigh stood so quickly her chair nearly tipped over. “My failings?” Such nerve. So he did blame her for the miscarriages. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
He shrugged. “Physically.”
What did he want from her? Didn’t he realize how difficult this was? Coming back to the town where her life had fallen apart.
She stepped to the opposite counter, her back to him. A single tear rolled down her cheek—she’d be damned if she’d give him the satisfaction of seeing her wipe it away.
“I get it.” Her voice was hoarse with emotion. “You don’t want me here.”
“If only that were true.”
Before she could spin around and ask what he meant, he had vanished from the kitchen.
Dear Reader,
How often have you thought someone’s life was “perfect,” only to discover they were hiding their difficulties or insecurities?
Sisters Ashleigh and Paula each think the other has the “perfect” life. Two years ago, Ashleigh’s infertility and inability to cope led her to flee everyone and everything, including her husband and her career as a pediatrician. Now she has returned to the small town of Grand Oaks, Virginia, to help her estranged sister, Paula, through her unplanned, high-risk pregnancy—whether her sister wants Ashleigh’s help or not. As if dealing with her stubborn sister isn’t enough, Ashleigh won’t be able to avoid Kyle, the ex-husband she’s convinced she failed by not giving him the family he deserves.
What a joy it is to be able to share Ashleigh and Kyle’s reunion story with you. I love mixing former lovers with current situations. The characters think they know each other so well, until they’re proven wrong.
This is my first published novel and I’m thrilled it’s a Harlequin Superromance book. I’ve been reading Harlequin books for more years than I’d like to admit. Being published by them is an honor. I truly hope you enjoy this story as much as I loved writing it.
Please visit my website at www.lisadyson.com or send me an email at [email protected]. I’d love to hear from you!
May your life always be your idea of “perfect,”
Lisa Dyson
LISA
DYSON
A Perfect Homecoming
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lisa Dyson has wanted to create stories ever since she got an A on a writing prompt in fifth grade. She devoured the Nancy Drew series as much for the mystery as for the relationship between Nancy and Ned. So it came as no surprise to her that her stories revolve around romantic relationships.
Before she stayed home to raise her three sons and volunteer for every sport and activity her children participated in, Lisa worked as a medical assistant and a secretary/administrative assistant. She grew up in a small eastern Pennsylvania town and now lives a short distance from Washington, D.C., with her husband and their rescue dog with a blue tongue, appropriately named Blue. She has three grown sons and a daughter-in-law, as well as three adorable grandchildren. When she’s not writing, reading or spending time with family, she enjoys travel, volunteer work and rooting for her favorite sports teams.
To those who ache for a family of their own, may they discover the way that’s right for them.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
So many people have supported me, taught me and believed in me. I will never be able to express my gratitude sufficiently, but I’ll try.
Thank you,
Romance Writers of America and especially the amazing members of the Washington, D.C.,
Romance Writers chapter for providing workshops, mentoring and friendships;
My ever-supportive critique partners, Darlene Gardner and Diane Gaston, for teaching me so much and never doubting this day would come;
My brilliant editor, Karen Reid, for her insight and patience;
My family and friends, who knew I would succeed and made me want to keep reaching for my dream, and,
A special thank you to my husband, Michael, for his unconditional love and support.
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
EPILOGUE
EXCERPT
CHAPTER ONE
ASHLEIGH WILSON SWITCHED the phone from one ear to the other and stopped Aunt Viv in midsentence. “Tell me what’s going on with Paula. Is the baby okay?” Her pulse accelerated in anticipation of news about her pregnant sister.
“The baby is fine, at least for now,” Aunt Viv said. “Paula’s blood pressure is high and she just needs to follow doctor’s orders.”
“What has her doctor suggested?” Getting specifics could take some work. She needed to get Aunt Viv to focus and stop haphazardly jumping from one subject to another.
“Her doctor wants her on bed rest, but that’s easier said than done with two boys to take care of.”
“Well, she has no choice.” Even though she hadn’t practiced in over two years, Ashleigh’s physician-educated brain reviewed the possible outcomes if Paula’s condition worsened. Preeclampsia, preterm labor...a multitude of possibilities. High blood pressure could mean a lot of things. How high was high? Slightly high or very high? “Do you know her actual blood pressure numbers?”
“Paula didn’t say.” Aunt Viv hesitated a few seconds before adding, “Maybe you should call her and find out.”
Ashleigh swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” How would she begin a conversation with the sister she hadn’t spoken to in almost two years?
Her heart ached for the emotional turmoil her sister must be going through. Pregnancy complications came with unwarranted guilt. Ashleigh knew that firsthand and it took all her willpower to keep her own memories at bay.
“Where’s Scott in all this?” Ashleigh asked. “Can’t he take leave to care for Ryan and Mark?” Surely Paula’s naval officer husband could handle this. Their boys were seven and nine, not quite old enough to fend for themselves but not helpless, either.
“He’s in some ocean somewhere in his submarine,” her aunt said.
Ashleigh remembered now. Her broth
er-in-law left about a month ago. Aunt Viv kept her informed about goings-on in their southern Virginia hometown of Grand Oaks, but that didn’t mean she retained it all.
“And I’m still recovering from my knee replacement surgery or I’d be at Paula’s right now,” her aunt said. “My physical therapist would throw a fit if I overdid it.”
“Is Mom still in Maryland with Grandma?” Ashleigh headed down the hall to her bedroom. She opened the empty suitcase she’d unpacked barely an hour ago after a business trip to Philly.
“Last I heard,” Aunt Viv said, “your mom was real excited about the Alzheimer’s facility she found up there.” Her aunt sniffled. Grandma hadn’t recognized anyone for at least six months.
“Now that Grandma’s having other health issues, I’m sure Mom won’t want to leave until they’re resolved.” Ashleigh opened drawers, pulled out clothes and stuffed them in her suitcase.
Without being asked, Aunt Viv reported on other family members, beginning with Scott’s twin sisters. “Janie is expecting in a few weeks, so she can’t travel from Texas, and Belle is in Germany for her job.”
There were five siblings in total on Scott’s side. In addition to his twin sisters who were otherwise occupied, his older sister had a special-needs child who required constant supervision, so she was out, too.
“Kyle is always around to help.” Aunt Viv spoke cautiously, as if afraid the mere mention of Scott’s brother might upset Ashleigh.
A loud bang sounded. She’d unintentionally slammed a drawer shut.
“What was that?” Aunt Viv asked. “Are you okay?”
“It was nothing. I’m fine.”
She took a deep breath, blocking the painful memories the man’s name elicited.
“Is he still working extra shifts in the emergency room?” Ashleigh reached for the throw pillow on her bedroom chair and collapsed into the seat cushions. She hugged the pillow tightly, as if the inanimate object could take away her deep-seated pain.
“Sure is.” Aunt Viv confirmed that he had little time to spare. “The hospital’s lucky to have such a dedicated doctor.”
Ashleigh swallowed a comeback.
“Would Paula accept hired help?” Ashleigh finally asked, already knowing the answer. “I’d be happy to arrange and pay for it.”
Silence. “I already offered. She doesn’t want a stranger in her house. She claims she can get by on her own.”
That was Paula—always stubborn and never wanting help.
“That’s ridiculous!” Ashleigh’s heart rate soared as her own blood pressure rose. “How can she be so nonchalant about her pregnancy?”
Probably because, unlike Ashleigh, Paula had experienced two near-perfect pregnancies and didn’t have a clue what high-risk felt like.
Until now.
She tossed the pillow aside, stood up and headed to the bathroom to gather her toiletries.
“Maybe it’s not as bad as I thought,” Aunt Viv said. “Her doctor is probably taking precautions.”
Her aunt was successfully baiting her. “That doesn’t mean she shouldn’t follow her doctor’s orders.”
“You need to come home, Ashleigh. Make sure Paula does what she’s told.”
Tears threatened and speaking was difficult. “I’m already packed.” Ashleigh zipped her suitcase and wheeled it to the living room.
“Really?” Aunt Viv didn’t sound too surprised. Wasn’t that why she’d called Ashleigh? “That’s wonderful. I’m sure Paula will appreciate it.”
Ashleigh doubted that, but she didn’t care how Paula felt about it. The only thing that mattered was making sure her sister didn’t do anything stupid to threaten the precious life she carried.
Even if it meant Ashleigh would have to face everyone and everything she had left behind, including Kyle, the ex-husband she’d once loved with every cell of her being.
* * *
FIFTEEN MINUTES AFTER hanging up with Aunt Viv, Ashleigh was ready to go. How much gas was in her car? She hadn’t paid attention after returning home from the airport. Could she make it out of town before filling up? The drive to Grand Oaks would take about two hours.
Two hours until she came face-to-face with her past.
Maybe she could see about hiring someone to help her sister once she got to town. Paula likely wouldn’t want Ashleigh around very long. Their last blowup had been a big one.
She took a final look around her apartment. Lights off, her single plant watered, thermostat set. She’d lived alone for the past two years—no pets, not even a goldfish—because she traveled so much for her job. And because she preferred it that way.
Ashleigh scooped up the pile of unopened mail from the kitchen counter and dumped it into her laptop bag, which also held her work folders. She needed to consider ways to placate both her clients and her boss without taking an actual leave of absence.
She locked her apartment door behind her, thumped her suitcase down the two flights of stairs to the building’s entrance and loaded her car.
Ashleigh’s cell phone slid out of her purse and lay staring up at her from the passenger seat. Should she call Paula to let her know she was coming? She tossed the phone back into her purse.
She wouldn’t give her sister the opportunity to tell her not to come. Ashleigh would never forgive herself if something went horribly wrong with Paula’s pregnancy.
Ashleigh shuddered at the thought and turned up the volume on the country music radio station, hoping to blast her own painful memories out of her head.
The April afternoon was overcast and traffic heading south on I-95 was heavy but moved at a steady pace to the I-85 exit. Before she knew it, she’d left the interstates for the country roads she knew so well.
The closer she got to Grand Oaks, the more frequently her painful memories came to the forefront of her mind. Though she and Paula had said such ugly things to each other the last time they’d spoken, Ashleigh dreaded seeing her ex-husband more. Avoiding him would be difficult enough in a town of three thousand, but he would almost definitely be a frequent visitor at Paula’s. Could she endure the inevitable mental and physical tolls?
She consciously relaxed her death grip on the steering wheel.
Aunt Viv had said Paula was renting the Dormans’ old house instead of staying in base housing in Norfolk, in order to be closer to family while Scott was at sea. Two blocks from her destination, Ashleigh was again tempted to call her sister. Maybe a phone conversation would make it easier for Paula to accept Ashleigh’s help rather than her just barging her way into her sister’s life.
Ashleigh pushed the idea aside again. Paula had thought nothing of interfering in Ashleigh’s life when she’d had marital problems. Just let Paula try to stop her.
This time it was Ashleigh’s turn to butt into her sister’s life.
* * *
PAULA LAY ON her left side, obeying her doctor’s order of bed rest, when there was a rap on the front door of her modest Cape Cod rental home.
The door squeaked as it opened and she heard the voice she’d been dreading. “Paula?” Ashleigh had made record time.
Aunt Vivian had called earlier to say Ashleigh was coming, but Paula hadn’t expected her sister to arrive until early evening or later. Paula hadn’t wanted her to come at all.
She had several friends in town who’d already stepped up with food and offers of help with errands and watching the boys. She could manage without her sister, but Aunt Viv refused to tell Ashleigh not to come. Why hadn’t Paula contacted Ashleigh herself?
“Paula?” Her older sister shouted this time.
Paula took a deep, bracing breath. “In here,” she called from her first-floor bedroom.
With each approaching foot-pad, Paula’s pulse quickened and her anxiety grew. The last time she and Ashleigh had spoken—c
orrection, screamed at each other—had been right before Ashleigh left Grand Oaks for good more than two years ago.
Her sister stopped at the bedroom doorway, dressed in impeccably fitted jeans and a loose top cinched at her narrow waist. Her thick, blond hair was caught in a casual knot at the back of her head.
In other words, perfect as usual.
“How are you feeling?” The strap of Ashleigh’s purse slipped from her shoulder to her elbow and her medical bag hung from her left hand. No “hello” or “hey there.” Ashleigh spoke as if Paula were her patient rather than her only sibling.
“I’m fine.” Paula wasn’t about to list the multiple annoyances she experienced because of her pregnancy. She and Ashleigh might not see eye to eye on certain things, but complaining about her swollen feet, lack of energy and backaches, as well as this stupid bed-rest thing, would just be mean.
Paula soothed her baby bump, imagining what her independent doctor-sister was thinking.
Something in the neighborhood of How could one person be so needy?
Ashleigh had always been the perfect one. Voted head cheerleader, always made straight A’s, dated and eventually married the star quarterback, went to a great college and then entered medical school. She’d even survived multiple miscarriages and a divorce, only to snap right back to her perfect life.
Then there was Paula, the little sister who’d struggled with acne in high school and could barely do a proper cartwheel—forget perform a respectable cheer. Instead of finishing college, she’d married Scott when she got pregnant with Mark. Now her husband was deployed and she could barely take care of her family because this surprise third pregnancy had her bedridden in torn pajama pants tied under her expanding belly and an old T-shirt of Scott’s.
She blinked to clear the moisture building in her eyes. She hadn’t even taken a shower today.
“Aunt Vivian called me.” Ashleigh’s words were clipped.
“I know.” Paula wasn’t about to act as if nothing had happened between them. “She called me, too.”
