Building a Family
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And besides, if this woman had a kid, she was probably married. Oh, well, it didn’t hurt to enjoy the view of long legs in dark denim jeans and a curve-hugging T-shirt. “Well, good morning,” he said, purposefully exaggerating the North Carolina drawl women seemed to like. “You just missed the bus pulling out for the morning rafting trip. Can you come back this afternoon?”
“Maybe,” the woman said. “But I’m mostly hoping to get some information.”
Here we go again. Same old questions. Does anyone ever fall out? How fast is the river? But heck, he could put on the charm for this lady. Average height, maybe five-six, she had shoulder-length hair the color of rich Carolina honey, a mix of golden blond and auburn. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched above long lashes and cool blue eyes. Prominent cheekbones drew attention to creamy coral lips. Yep. This woman was special.
She raked her hand through the hair streaming from a center part and let it fall in a tangled mass of waves. Slipping her oversize dark sunglasses on her head to hold the hair, she gave him an intense stare. “Are you Jace Cahill, the owner of this business?”
“Guilty as charged,” he said. “Hope you’re not from the North Carolina state tax assessor. I’ve paid my dues to be here, and my licenses are current.”
His admittedly corny remark was met with a firm press of those gorgeous lips. Maybe she didn’t have a sense of humor.
She stuck her hand across the counter. “Hi. I’m Kayla McAllister.” Nodding toward the boy, she said, “This is Nathan.”
Jace shook her hand, nodded at the kid, who looked to be about nine, same age as Carter’s stepdaughter. “Hello, Nathan. You wanting to hit the rapids?”
His eyes widened. “No, not really.”
“Well, if you just came in for souvenirs, I’ve got a bunch of them.” He indicated a display case along one wall filled with black bear statues and Native American memorabilia. Give a kid a prize and a jar of Carolina-made jam, and he was usually on cloud nine. “Go ahead and pick something out,” he added.
“That’s okay,” Nathan said, slipping his hand inside Kayla’s.
A kid turning down a toy? Some things just didn’t compute.
“It’s fine,” Jace said to Kayla. “Tell your son to pick one. I give them out all the time. Sort of a loss leader for this business.”
“He would if he were interested,” she said. “I guess he’s not. And besides, he’s not my son. He’s a family friend, and I usually let him make his own decisions.”
“Okay then. Understood. But it’s okay to change your mind, kid.” Jace settled back on his stool behind the counter. “Now, what information do you need? That, too, happens to be free today.”
“I’m just curious about these adventure places I’ve seen in the High Country. Wondering what kind of training you need to operate something like this. And you mentioned licenses...”
He pointed to a wall beside him. “Take a look. Sales tax forms, North Carolina small business license, federal withholding papers and more.” Thank goodness his certificates were all up to date and clearly posted. The state officials were sticklers about proper display. “We have to provide instructions and water gear to everyone who comes aboard a raft,” he said. “And our guides have to be trained in water safety and lifesaving procedures.”
“How long have you owned this business?” she asked.
He smiled at her. “You writing a book?”
Her cheeks colored. “No. I dabble in travel writing. Hope to sell this story to a Charlotte magazine. You want to be in it, don’t you? Free advertising.”
“Haven’t got a problem with free advertising, as long as you make me sound good. I’ve owned this place for ten years.”
“Do you lead most of the rafting trips yourself?”
“Nope. Not anymore. I leave that mostly to the younger guys who don’t mind jumping into the cool waters of the Wyoga.”
She angled her head slightly to the side. “Why do they jump in the river?”
“Because some stu—misguided tourist decided to take an unauthorized dip. But don’t worry. If Nate here changes his mind about rafting, I’ll strap him to the mast and make him wear a seat belt.”
She smiled, perhaps finally appreciating his sense of humor. She had full lips around perfect white teeth. Was she naturally this beautiful or did she pay for exorbitant upkeep? Botox and dental whitening or just lucky? He figured she was about his age, maybe thirty-two, so he was betting the years had so far been kind to her.
“Why did you decide to open this business?” she asked.
He noticed that so far she hadn’t written anything down. A reporter? Jace didn’t think so. But he answered. “I saw a need. All the adventure places were in Boone, and I figured we could use one in Holly River. We’re a small town, but we attract tourists.”
“And you’ve been successful?”
What did this lady want? His profit-and-loss statement? “I’ve done okay,” he said. And then, since he wanted to change the conversation to something about Kayla, he decided to ask a question of his own.
“We allow almost all ages on our rafts,” he said. “But mostly we appeal to the guys. Maybe your husband would like to take Nate on the adventure of a lifetime.” His standard line to describe his service. He figured she’d like it.
“I’m not married,” she said. “But maybe we’ll come back this afternoon. I think I could appreciate a real adventure.”
Suddenly he felt a bit guilty for exaggerating the thrills of the Wyoga. At its roughest point, the river rapids were only a class two on a scale of five. Not exactly on a par with the latest amusement park rides.
Satisfied that he had learned just enough about Miss McAllister, he said, “Haven’t seen you around, and I’ve seen most everybody. Are you new in town? Just visiting?”
“Just visiting.”
“How long you staying? We have a number of businesses in town that are worth a curious reporter’s investigation.”
“I can stay as long as two weeks,” she said. “Then I have to be back at work.”
“Which is where?”
“DC. I work in the Capitol building, assistant to a congressman.”
A political junkie? If so, Jace sensed that any common ground they might have enjoyed had just suffered a seismic shift. His only interest in politics was an occasional fishing trip with the mayor. No problem. There was enough about this woman to hold his attention.
“I’d be happy to show you around while you’re here,” he said. “The nice thing about owning my own business is that I sort of have built-in references. Ask anybody in town about me. And I can plan my afternoons off. This is beautiful country, and who better to guide you than a man who makes his living doing just that?”
She thought a moment, tapped her finger on the counter. “Yes, that would be nice.”
“Shall we start with dinner tonight?” He remembered his gig at the café and frowned. “Make it tomorrow night instead?”
She nodded. “I’ll look forward to it. But I hope we can go somewhere that caters to children. Nathan will be with us. Maybe a restaurant with a video game room?”
Okay. His vision of the perfect first date just plummeted. But they could go to the Louisiana Barbecue joint. Video games inside and corn hole and volleyball outside. Should keep the kid occupied while Jace’s attention was right where he wanted it—on Miss Kayla McAllister.
“We’re staying at the Mountain Laurel Inn, cabin C,” she said. “Is seven o’clock okay? Nathan usually goes to bed around nine thirty.”
“See you then.” Maybe he could tire the kid out so he’d turn in a bit earlier. Worth a try.
* * *
NATHAN WALKED QUIETLY beside Kayla and sighed deeply. “What’s wrong, Nathan?” she asked. “Is something bothering you?”
“No.”
Nathan had been so
sullen in the office of High Mountain Rafting, Kayla hoped he was feeling okay. She sensed he was withdrawing more and more into his own world these days. And why not? According to the psychologist who was working with him, this behavior was not unusual for a nine-year-old boy who’d recently lost his mother.
Kayla opened the passenger door of the crossover vehicle that had just brought them the seven hours from DC to Holly River. Nathan looked up at her with doe-like brown eyes just like his mother’s. His sandy-blond hair was the same color as Susan’s, too, but a recent haircut had made him look more like a little man than the raggedy-haired kid who’d been Susan’s pride and joy. Kayla thought a new look would help Nathan adapt to the other, more serious changes in his life.
“Something is kind of bothering me, Auntie Kay.”
She leaned against the passenger door. “What is it, sweetie?”
“We’re not going on a raft, are we?”
“No, Nathan, not if you don’t want to. I was just curious about the man who runs the place. I probably would try it, but we’re not going to do anything unless you agree to it.”
Relieved, Nathan crawled into the vehicle.
“We’ll find oodles of other fun things to do while we’re here. There’s an old-timey railroad nearby and I understand we can search for beautiful gems from local mines. And if, in a few days, you decide you’d like to try rafting, then we will.”
Kayla walked around to the driver’s side, took one last look at the entrance to High Mountain Rafting and slipped behind the wheel. “We’ll have dinner with Jace tomorrow, and maybe after you get to know him, you’ll trust him enough to want to raft down the river.” She prayed that this dream of the future would become a reality. “I’ll bet it’s fun.”
Nathan shrugged one slight shoulder. “Maybe.”
“He seemed like a nice man, didn’t he?”
“I guess.”
Truthfully Kayla hadn’t been all that impressed with Jace Cahill. Like many of the men she ran into in Washington, Jace seemed more interested in her looks than anything else. Kayla had been blessed with good genes, great hair, a rosy complexion—all the qualities women seemed to want. And she had lived her life trying to downplay those superficial advantages. She wanted people to appreciate her for her mind, her drive, her skills at making a name for herself in Washington. She did not want to be remembered for physical traits bestowed upon her by some capricious act of fate.
Still, she couldn’t ignore the fact that Jace Cahill had been blessed with a few pleasing qualities himself. Soft, touchable light brown hair that appeared kissed by the sun. A strong, athletic build, broad shoulders and a slightly crooked smile that must endear him to many people.
Unfortunately he seemed to know that he approached that elusive ten out of ten category that good-looking men seemed to chase. He was a bit too sure of himself, too cocky. His answers to her questions were quick, mock-serious responses that left her wondering what, if anything, was really important to him.
Jace might be the perfect huckster to talk tourists into paying a small fortune to brave the Wyoga River, but she didn’t see anything in his character today that would make him a good father for Nathan. Poor man. She imagined those deep butternut eyes widening in surprise, that sculpted jaw dropping in shock when she told him he was Nathan’s biological father. She hoped he would recognize and accept his responsibility and be more to his son than just a contributor to his existence.
Copyright © 2018 by Cynthia Thomason
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IMPRINT: Forever Romance
ISBN: 9781489264787
TITLE: BUILDING A FAMILY
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Table of Contents
Back Cover Text
Introduction
Dear Reader
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
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
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