Love Inspired November 2013 #2

by Emma Miller

  “That’s a shame.” Her family had always had dogs and cats around the wheat farm. She’d hate the thought of handing any of them over to a shelter. Even a no-kill shelter. They were always a part of the family.

  He stepped behind the counter to help his customer. “Hello, Mrs. Murdock. How’s your arthritis doing these days?”

  “Not bad for now, but if it gets cold and rainy, it’ll act up. I can be sure of that.”

  He scanned the sack of cat food Mrs. Murdock had placed on the counter. “Anything else today? We’re starting to get in some nice toys and soft beds for Christmas gifts. Your Sadie might like one of those.”

  She tilted her head. “I do believe you’re trying to tempt me, Mr. Rollins.”

  “Only because I know how much you love to spoil Sadie.”

  Mrs. Murdock gave Chase a twenty-dollar bill. Chase made change, and Mrs. Murdock went out the door smiling.

  “Come again! Come again!” the parrot squawked.

  Chase ignored the bird. “The shelter is getting overcrowded, so I’ve started a monthly Adopt a Pet Day here at the shop. In fact I’m having one this Saturday.” He handed her a flyer from the stack on the counter.

  “What a nice thing for you to do.” She glanced over the flyer, which featured a cute poodle with a pink bow on top of her head. “She sure is a cutie.”

  “Yeah, she is. The big dogs are the ones they have the most trouble placing in new homes. They need a lot of space and eat a lot of food.”

  She chuckled. “I’m sure they do. But if you’re doing your adoption day, will you be able to leave the pet store to talk to our people?”

  “I’ve got a friend who can fill in for me. It’ll be okay.”

  “I’m glad.” She was relieved, too, that Chase could help out.

  “When you visit the shelter, you’ll have to be careful not to fall in love.” His eyes twinkled, and his lively grin was pure temptation.

  Vivian blinked. Her cheeks flushed. Had he said fall in love? With who? And why had she zeroed in on that thought?

  “Some of those dogs are pretty lovable,” he continued, unaware of her reaction. “You might want to adopt one or two yourself.”

  She chided herself for misunderstanding what he meant. “Uh, no, I’ll have to stick with Roger and my cat, Essie, for now.”

  “That’s all right.” His eyes glinted with humor. “Chances are good I’ll have another opportunity to tempt you with a puppy or two. I don’t give up easily.”

  She nodded, thinking that was an admirable trait. “I’m sure that’s true. I’ll just have to do my very best to resist your persuasive ways.”

  His brown-eyed gaze softened as he studied her face. “I can only hope you won’t try too hard to resist.”

  She swallowed hard. Chase Rollins was a man who knew how to flirt, and she was reacting just the way he had intended: with a nervous flutter in her stomach.

  She stepped toward the door. “I’ll tell Allison about the shelter, and that you’ll help us out.”

  “Right. I’ll be happy to.”

  Vivian pulled the door open and escaped outside just as the flame of embarrassment heated her cheeks.

  Her recent forays into the dating world had been less than successful. Indeed, they’d been a flop. As soon as she had announced to the men in question that she’d never be able to give them a baby, the guys had dumped her.

  She had always dreamed of having a big family. Apparently God had decided two years ago, when she had had her hysterectomy, that she wouldn’t be able to give birth to her own children. But that wouldn’t prevent her from having the family she wanted. She’d recently taken charge of her dream by putting in her application at several agencies to adopt a baby.

  Since the guys she’d dated had been clear about wanting to have children who carried their own genes, she’d decided being a single mother was the way she would go. Even though she knew some people would not approve of her choice, she was determined to set her dream in motion.

  She had faith that God understood how she had longed for children and would provide when the time came.

  * * *

  Chase watched Vivian until she moved out of view toward the bookstore.

  “Pretty lady. Pretty lady,” Pepper chanted.

  “Yes, Pepper, she is pretty. Nice, too.” In the few months since Chase had arrived in Bygones and had opened the pet store, he’d enjoyed her visits to the shop. He liked seeing her walk in the door with her auburn hair swinging at her shoulders. An eager smile on her face and a smattering of cute freckles across her nose. A bounce in her step.

  She liked animals, too. Vivian gave Boyo a pat or Fluff a chuck under the chin as she strolled through the shop.

  And she was smart. Until the town of Bygones had come on hard times, she’d been a librarian. Which meant she sure had a lot more education than he did. He hadn’t dropped out of high school, but working a night shift at a warehouse in Wichita during his senior year had made his grades tank. He’d been grateful to graduate.

  He’d worked at the warehouse for nearly thirteen years until he had moved to Bygones for the chance to open a business of his own.

  Strolling to the back of the store, he joined the boys around the puppy pen. “Puppies need a lot of sleep, kids. Why don’t you let these guys rest now? You can come back tomorrow.” And bring your moms and dads along so you can talk them into adopting one of these lovable guys, he added silently. “Tell your folks we’ve got some cute puppies down here.”

  “I already have, Mr. Rollins,” one little boy with a missing front tooth piped up. “My mom said she didn’t want to clean up after a puppy.”

  Chase bent down to the boy’s level and looked him in the eye. “You can tell your mom that the animal shelter has dogs who need a home and are already housebroken.”

  “Really?” The boy’s eyes brightened.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Come on, Becker.” He tugged on a younger boy’s jacket. “We gotta get home ’n tell Mom.”

  The twosome plus the rest of the puppy lovers raced for the door.

  Chase smiled to himself. Maybe there’d be one fewer dog looking for a home at Happy Havens Animal Shelter by the weekend.

  He’d like that. A lot.

  And the chance to see Viv again.

  * * *

  When Vivian returned to the bookstore, Allison was helping Oliver Fibley, a regular customer, search on the computer for a new book about stamp collecting. Knowing he was such a devoted philatelist, Vivian imagined he already owned every book ever printed on the subject.

  “Hello, Mr. Fibley.” Her cheerful greeting caused him to lift his gaze from the computer screen.

  In his usual sweet way, he nodded and gave her a small smile.

  Vivian was anxious to tell Allison about Chase’s idea to use shelter dogs for their event, but she could wait until Mr. Fibley left. For now she’d keep herself busy by reshelving the books in the Kids’ Korner section, where children’s books were located. Just as it had been when she had worked in the library, she found young readers often didn’t return books to their proper place.

  She adjusted her casual calf-length skirt so she wouldn’t step on the hem and squatted down to reorder the books.

  A few minutes later, after seeing Mr. Fibley out, Allison joined Vivian in the children’s section. She sat down on one of the child-size chairs. Her pink T-shirt was stenciled with the slogan “No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. Aesop.”

  “So what did Chase think of our idea for Doggie Daze?” she asked.

  Crouched down in front of the lowest bookshelf, Vivian smiled at the name her boss had given their event. “He thought it was a great idea. He suggested we borrow a couple of dogs from the shelter.”

  “I
hadn’t thought about that.” Surprise raised Allison’s nicely arched brows. “I was just thinking that he always has puppies in his shop. The kids go crazy for them.”

  “True. But Chase thinks the event will go better with older dogs who have some training.”

  “Good point. Then that’s what we’ll do.”

  “Sounds good to me.” Vivian shifted aside the books on the lowest shelf and slipped one into place.

  “Viv? You’re smiling.”

  “I smile most of the time, don’t I?”

  Allison eyed her curiously. “Of course you do. But it’s a different kind of smile. Did something happen at the pet shop?”

  “Not really.” She sat on her heels. “It’s just that...”

  “That what?” Allison pressed.

  “I think Chase was flirting with me. But it was probably my imagination.”

  “It was not your imagination. You’re a very attractive woman, and he’s a very nice man. And he’s single. He’d have to be blind not to notice you and be interested.”

  “Maybe.” Vivian pushed to her feet. “He doesn’t know I’m hoping to adopt a baby. When he finds out, he’ll probably lose interest in me in a hurry.”

  Allison’s jaw dropped. “Why on earth would he do that?”

  “Because in the past year, two guys I had been dating dropped me like an overdue book when I told them I couldn’t have children of my own.” The memory still had the power to sting and made her uneasy about mentioning to anyone her inability to reproduce.

  “Oh, honey.” Standing, Allison rested her hand on Vivian’s shoulder and gave her a squeeze. “Chase may not be like that. You can’t think that all men are like the two who dumped you. If he’s interested, you need to give him a chance.”

  ”It doesn’t seem right to keep something like that a secret.”

  “Well, yes, I suppose that’s true. But just because he flirted a little doesn’t mean you have to blurt it out right away or tell him you’ve applied to adopt a baby. You may find you don’t even like him.”

  If her reaction this morning was any sign, Vivian was pretty sure she’d like him a lot. She certainly felt a spark.

  “If Chase is the right man for you,” Allison continued, “he might be surprised about you adopting on your own. I know I was when you first told me. But I soon realized how much you want a family, and I’m all for it. The sooner, the better, right? I mean, I get to be Auntie Alli, don’t I?”

  Laughing at Allison’s sweet request, Vivian felt some of the tension leave her. “Absolutely!”

  “Good.” Allison glanced at her shiny new engagement ring and twisted it around her finger. “Meanwhile I get to work on being the best stepmother ever to Sam’s twins.”

  “I’m sure Rosie and Nicky already love you.”

  Vivian felt a twinge of envy. There had been a rash of engagements going on in Bygones lately. Just last Friday, Lily Farnsworth, who owned the flower shop next door to the bookstore, had married Tate Bronson, a local farmer and single dad. And now Allison was happily making plans for her wedding to the high school basketball coach.

  “I certainly hope they love me. I already adore them.” Allison patted Vivian’s shoulder again. “I’ll leave it to you to talk with the folks at the animal shelter. We’re going to need to put together a flyer about Doggie Daze to post around town and get an announcement in the Gazette.”

  “Maybe we can even get Whitney to write a story about it. That would be good publicity.” Whitney, the newspaper’s one reporter, was always looking for some local angle.

  “It would indeed. I’ll give her a call. And since you are way better at graphics than I am, I’ll let you design the flyer.”

  “I’d love to. My inner artist enjoys being let loose from time to time.”

  Between assisting customers and designing the Doggie Daze flyer, Viv saw the rest of the day go by quickly.

  After Allison decided to close for the day, Vivian grabbed her purse and jacket from the back room, and stepped outside to head home.

  It was well into twilight; the old-fashioned wrought-iron streetlights were lit, casting circles of yellow on the brick street that ran through downtown. Wrought-iron benches spaced periodically along the sidewalk stood empty and only a few parked cars remained.

  As she strolled to her car, she noticed the shop lights were off at Fluff & Stuff. In the upstairs apartment where Chase lived, a shadow crossed a lit but curtained window. Chase was such a nice, down-to-earth guy; he seemed almost too good to be true.

  But she’d been burned twice and was leery about how he might react when she had to tell him about her inability to have babies. If they got that far.

  Exhaling, she climbed into her compact car for the short ride home. No sense worrying about that now, she told herself.

  Because her parents lived thirty minutes from Bygones, Vivian had rented a small house closer to her job at the library when she had first started to work there. But then the town had run out of money, had cut the funds for her position and had reduced the number of hours the library was open.

  Vivian had been fortunate to be hired by Allison to help at the bookstore.

  Her house formerly belonged to a foreman on the now-bankrupt wheat farm. The two-bedroom clapboard house served her well. And the rent was modest enough that she could still afford it, even though she was only working part-time at Happy Endings.

  She stopped on the road in front of her mailbox and grabbed the day’s mail, then drove under the carport.

  Taking her mail and purse, she went in the front door and flicked on the light.

  Essie, her calico cat, hopped down from her favorite spot on the back of the couch, tiptoeing over to meet Vivian.

  “Hi there, little lady.” She crouched down to pet the cat. “Have you had a busy day watching out the window?”

  Essie responded with a loud, rumbling purr.

  “Yes, it sounds like it was very exciting.” Vivian tossed her purse and mail on the blond-wood end table by the couch. Although she had purchased mostly used furnishings, she’d perked up the room with two bright red garden stools for coffee tables and a couple of matching red throw pillows, accented with a green-and-white afghan her mother had crocheted tossed over the back of the couch. On the longest wall, she had hung framed posters of colorful gardens from around the world.

  Definitely homier than plain walls and a beige couch.

  She stepped into the second bedroom, where Roger was noisily running through his tunnel, showing off his speed.

  “Hi, guy. Did you get in lots of training today?” She peered into his cage, which sat on top of an old wooden desk. “Chase asked about you this morning.”

  Roger peeked out of his tunnel and gazed up at her with his beady little eyes.

  “I know. He really loves animals—even little guys like you.”

  As she glanced around the small bedroom, she pictured a crib and changing table, maybe a mural of Noah’s ark on the wall.

  Just because she couldn’t bear her own children didn’t mean she couldn’t have a family. She didn’t need a man to tell her it was okay to fulfill her dream. She was taking charge of her own life.

  Essie wound her way between Vivian’s legs, still purring loudly.

  “I know, sweetie. You want some dinner, don’t you?”

  In the kitchen, Vivian poured some dry food into the cat dish, placed it on the floor for Essie and returned to the living room. Plopping down on the couch, she kicked off her shoes and picked up the mail.

  An ad for a pizza place on Highway 135. A solicitation from some charity she’d never heard of. And a—

  The envelope—bearing the return address of one of several adoption agencies she had contacted about adopting a baby—trembled in her hand.

  She swallowed
hard and licked her lips.

  Please, please let it be good news.

  Carefully she opened the envelope and removed the single sheet of stationery.

  Dear Miss Duncan, Vivian read. We appreciate your interest in adopting a child from our agency. However—

  Her eyes began to blur the words: single woman...limited income...not financially equipped to support a child.

  She covered her mouth with her hand. It’s only one agency turning me down, she told herself. She’d applied to several others. Somewhere there was a baby waiting for a mommy. Waiting for her to hold and love him.

  She straightened her shoulders.

  Tomorrow was another day. She was confident her dream would come true. She swallowed her tears and lifted her chin.

  All in God’s time.

  Copyright © 2013 by Harlequin Books S.A.

  ISBN-13: 9781460321911

  SEASON OF HOPE

  Copyright © 2013 by Virginia Munoz

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