His Saving Grace

by Janice Carter

  She’s ready to make amends...

  But can he forgive her past?

  A rash decision Grace Winters made as a teenager had tragic consequences. Now she is back in Lighthouse Cove and desperate to fix things, but Coast Guard officer Drew Spencer seems intent on spoiling her plans. As she works to change Drew’s mind, Grace realizes she’s falling for him—especially after Drew reveals his heartbreaking past. But she’s not sure how he’ll feel once she reveals hers...

  Tentacles of red, white and blue streaked down from the dark night sky.

  “They’ve started! Come on.” Grace pulled Drew by the hand and they ran to the bottom of the staircase.

  The fireworks were in full force by the time they’d climbed midway up the stairs to a landing with a long wooden bench. “My dad built this when we were young, so we could have a resting place on our way up from the beach,” Grace said as they sat on the bench overlooking the beach and, beyond it, the bay.

  Drew pulled her against him as the sky filled with color. When she glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling in the afterglow of fireworks, he felt a burst of emotion that he couldn’t quite identify. Something more than pleasure or satisfaction. Was it as big as joy? Or did it even matter whether he could name it or not? He knew only that he wanted to kiss this small woman leaning into him.

  Dear Reader,

  Lighthouse Cove is a fictional town on the coast of Maine. Despite spending all my life in cities, I’m drawn to the idea of small towns and villages because of the strong sense of community I imagine those places must have.

  I also wanted a locale that would feasibly support a lighthouse. In His Saving Grace, the neglected lighthouse—its beacon extinguished for years—is a symbol of the sadness and grief that fell over the Cove after a tragedy involving one of the town’s teenagers.

  Grace Winters was fifteen when the tragedy occurred, and the burden of guilt had a profound effect on her ability to believe in herself and to believe that she could love and be loved.

  Enter Drew Spencer, a Coast Guard officer with a traumatic past and guilt of his own, who is driven again and again to prove that he can make things right. This is what he is determined to accomplish when he arrives in Lighthouse Cove to demolish the very lighthouse Grace has vowed to restore. Drew is unaware that his mission is doomed to fail. Why? Because he meets a woman who needs saving and love as much as he does.

  Happy reading!

  Janice Carter

  His Saving Grace

  Janice Carter

  Janice Carter has been writing romance novels, in particular Harlequin romances, for a very long time. What began as a hobby when she was working full-time and helping to raise two daughters continues in retirement as a wonderfully satisfying hobby! When she isn’t writing, she is playing with her granddaughter, enjoying cottage life, traveling and always reading.

  Books by Janice Carter

  Harlequin Heartwarming

  For Love of a Dog

  Her Kind of Hero

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  For my fellow writer and good friend,

  Dawn Stewardson, who read the early beginnings and who has always encouraged me and inspired me. Thank you!

  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

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  EXCERPT FROM A BRIDGE HOME BY VIRGINIA MCCULLOUGH

  PROLOGUE

  “IT’S ONLY A JOKE. No one’s gonna die or anything.”

  Fifteen-year-old Gracie Winters clutched on to Cassie’s reassurance as tightly as the folded paper in her hand. She’d already delivered the first note to her cousin, Brandon. That part had been easy because her mother had asked her to return two eggs she’d borrowed the day before. Gracie made small talk with her aunt in the kitchen but kept an eye on her cousin, playing his new Nintendo game in the den. She made an excuse to go to the bathroom before leaving and on the way, darted into Brandon’s bedroom to set the note on his desk next to his iPod so he wouldn’t miss it.

  Getting the other note to Ella Jacobs was trickier. She and Ella had fallen out halfway through the summer when Gracie began to think Cassie was right and Ella was just being friends with her because she had a crush on Gracie’s older brother, Ben. And it was true that Ella wasn’t as much fun anymore. She spent more time reading in the lounge chair on her cottage deck or tanning on the beach across the road. When the three of them were together, Ella was often quiet. Except when she came over to Gracie’s house. At first, Gracie had thought the old Ella was back. Then partway through the summer Cassie made a comment that ruined everything for Gracie.

  “Haven’t you noticed that she only acts like this when Ben is around?”

  Other summers Ben never spoke a word to them unless he had to, going in and out of the house without a glance their way. Suddenly he was around more, sticking his head into Gracie’s bedroom to ask if they wanted anything from town or if they wanted to use his iPod.

  The day Gracie happened to look through the big window of Pete’s Grill to see Ben and Ella sitting together in a booth confirmed all that Cassie had been whispering in her ear for weeks. She’s using you to be near your brother.

  The idea for the prank didn’t come up until the last week of August, before the end-of-summer beach party. Cassie predicted Ella wouldn’t go unless Ben did. Two days before the party Gracie mentioned that Ben wasn’t going because he and their father were driving to Augusta early the next morning to take a load of stuff to the college dorm where Ben was registered for his freshman year. Ella’s disappointment was painfully obvious and when she phoned later to say she wasn’t going to the party Gracie ran to Cassie. They gossiped about Ella and when Gracie blurted that Brandon thought he was in love with Ella, Cassie was silent for a long moment before saying, “I have an idea.”

  The notes were basically identical, except one was signed “Ella” and the other “B.” Cassie wrote them and Gracie’s job was the delivery because she could get into Brandon’s house, and Ella’s cottage was closer to the Winterses’ place. Besides, Gracie was the one who was more often alone with Ella than Cassie.

  Meet me at the path to the lighthouse about 8 tonight. I want to say goodbye—in private!

  Making sure that Ella got her note was more of a challenge. It had to be done in a place where Ben would logically be, so Gracie called Ella to invite her for their annual end-of-summer book exchange. Every year they traded books for the long winter months ahead and returned their favorites each July. Ben would be home packing.

  The way Ella’s face lit up when she saw Ben ticked Gracie off. After the book exchange, Ben stuck his head in Gracie’s bedroom doorway to ask if anyone wanted a cold drink. Ella leaped off the bed to follow him into the kitchen and Gracie tucked the note into Ella’s book bag. Then she carried it with her to the kitchen and set it on the table.

  Gracie and Cassie arrived early, excited to attend their first end-of-summer be
ach party. Gracie guessed there were about twenty kids clustered around the bonfire, sitting on blankets and sharing snacks and drinks. Someone brought the fixings to make s’mores and Gracie was toasting her marshmallows on the end of a metal skewer when Ella arrived. Cassie gave Gracie a “what did I tell you?” nudge as they shifted to make room for Ella on their blanket.

  “How come you changed your mind about coming?” Cassie asked.

  Ella just shrugged, silently scanning the group. Looking for Ben, Gracie figured. Brandon arrived a few minutes later and sat across from them on the other side of the fire. He kept staring at Ella, which made Gracie nervous. A few minutes before eight o’clock, Brandon got up and walked pointedly toward them, veering off at the last second to head for the dark sand dunes behind them. Someone shouted a comment about using the facilities at home first and the gang tittered.

  When Ella checked her watch and whispered, “I think I’ll go home. This is boring,” Cassie caught Gracie’s eye and winked. As soon as she disappeared in the same direction Brandon had gone, the two girls scrambled to their feet. Someone called out, “Hey! What’s going on?” as the girls dashed down the path leading to the lighthouse and the meeting place.

  The line of dunes several yards back from the water formed a natural shelter, protecting the bonfire and the revelers from the coastal winds. Cassie and Gracie hid behind thick scrub edging the junction between the dunes and the grassy trail leading to the long rocky point where the lighthouse perched. The waxing moon and the glow of the bonfire from the other side of the dunes gave Cassie and Gracie enough light, but Ella had thought to bring a pocket flashlight, which she was aiming at Brandon just as the two girls dropped behind the bushes.

  “Brandon! What’re you doing here?” Ella cried.

  Brandon’s wide smile, spotlighted by the light’s beam, faltered. “You asked me to meet you here.”

  Ella snorted. “I did not.”

  Confusion spread across his face. “Yes, you did. I got your note. You asked to meet me to say goodbye.”

  “Why would I want to say goodbye to you?”

  “Then why are you here?”

  “I’m meeting Ben. I’m here to say goodbye to Ben. Not you!”

  That was the moment when Ella’s expression said she was putting it together. She and Brandon had both been tricked. Of course, the giggle that erupted from Cassie at the same time was a big clue, too. The two girls ran back to the party and had barely sat down before Ella appeared. Cassie and Gracie pretended to be chatting, stifling their laughter as she stood, staring defiantly at them from the other side of the fire. Then she tossed the piece of paper in her hand into the flames and strode off into the darkness beyond.

  Long after Gracie had gone to bed, still smiling at the expressions on Ella’s and Brandon’s faces, a loud banging awoke the Winterses’ household. Gracie navigated the stairs down to where her parents and Ben were huddled at the opened front door, talking to some men. She reached it in time to hear one of the uniformed men saying, “Brandon never came home from the beach party. Would any of you happen to know where he might be?”

  CHAPTER ONE

  DREW SPENCER GOT out of his SUV, parked at the crest of the paved road leading to the main street of the town below. It was the first day of July and a windy, cool one. He zipped up his jacket and lifted the binoculars around his neck up to his eyes. He scanned the long street fronting the small bay and then trained the binoculars east, past a marina filled with a variety of boats, then a sandy beach extending from the edge of town and, finally, to the narrow strip of land leading to a small lighthouse, about two miles away.

  So, his tattered copy of the Coast Guard’s manual of lighthouses was right. There was a lighthouse here, in this appropriately if unimaginatively named town of Lighthouse Cove. The site wasn’t on the spreadsheet he’d found in Gary Hale’s computer and Drew wouldn’t have included it in the survey but he’d just received an email from his boss informing him that someone from the town had applied for permission to restore the lighthouse. His boss’s email had been blunt. Check it out first but consider decommissioning and demolish. It hasn’t been operating for years.

  Drew shook his head as he climbed back into the car. Hale had been running the lighthouse maintenance program as his own little fiefdom until his retirement. Drew had transferred to the Portland Coast Guard office four months after a disastrous sea rescue he had led in the waters north of Southwest Harbor. His thrilling career with the Guard had vanished overnight. Faced with an administrative job that would probably lead all the way to retirement, Drew seized the opportunity to temporarily take over Hale’s job in the lighthouse maintenance division.

  Drew had been appalled at the state of the office and was determined to whip the place into shape if he got the permanent position. Which is why this particular assignment in what looked like a poky town was vital.

  He’d been traveling along Maine’s coast the past four weeks surveying lighthouses—their functionality, condition and so on. Most of them were now cared for by volunteers in the communities where they stood, and he’d attended a few meetings and even one public forum organized to coincide with his survey. With recent cutbacks, there was little government money to cover the total maintenance costs; hence the need to keep volunteers content and committed.

  Except for his final report, and now dealing with this last-minute request, Drew’s part of the Coast Guard survey was almost done. Although it was a pain to have to investigate some harebrained scheme to restore this lighthouse, Drew figured staying in one place for a couple of days would be a nice break before his return to the Portland office.

  He shifted the SUV into gear and headed down the hill toward the businesses and bureaucratic-type buildings strung along the main street aptly called Main Street. Dead center in the arc of waterfront buildings was a four-story hotel, complete with Victorian gingerbread trim and a sweeping veranda. The sign hanging over the street from the hotel’s top story read The Lighthouse Hotel. Drew grinned. The place was getting better and better.

  There was a parking spot a few yards away from the hotel and Drew spent a couple of seconds debating whether he ought to splurge here or head for the motel he’d spotted up on the highway. The expense could be justified if he planned to stay only a night or two and if Human Resources objected, he’d make up the difference. A couple of days, he thought. How much more time than that would he need for the inspection? He got out of the car and headed for the hotel’s front door. The minute he stepped inside Drew knew he’d made the right call.

  The lobby was a model of Victorian decor and architecture, with a magnificent central staircase, chandeliers and wood-paneled wainscoting. The marble floor gleamed in the sunlight breaking through tall, narrow windows fronting the street. Drew strode to the sleek oak reception counter. A young woman in a tailored skirt and blouse stood in front of a computer and flashed a welcoming smile as Drew stepped up. Her fresh, scrubbed face made Drew, at thirty-four, feel ancient.

  “How may I help you, sir?”

  Drew hadn’t been called “sir” for almost a year and had to stifle the instinct to quip “at ease.” “I’d like a room.”

  “Of course. Will it be just for yourself?”

  “Yes, and only for a couple of nights.”

  “I have a single available on the third floor.”

  “Great.” He dug out his credit card and moments later he’d retrieved his duffel bag from the SUV and headed for the staircase, shrugging off the clerk’s mention of the elevator at the rear of the lobby.

  The room was small as he’d expected and unlike the lobby, in need of a reno. Shabby chic, his mother would say. But at least the bed was a double and not the military-size cot he’d spent too many years lying on, and the window had a half screen so he could have fresh air at night. The adjoining bathroom was tiny but had a shower. In all, the room was nothing special, but it wou
ld do. It wasn’t quite noon and since he’d eaten a late breakfast, he decided to check out the lighthouse first and then the town.

  On his way out, he stopped at the counter again. “Everything okay?” the receptionist asked, her red lips highlighting a set of teeth an orthodontist would be proud of.

  “Fine, thanks, but is there a library in town?”

  “No, sorry. We’re getting one but it’s only at the fundraising stage right now. There’s a bookstore,” she added quickly. “A very nice one I hear. Called Novel Thinking. Just go east on Main Street and make a left at Porter. It’s a few doors up from the corner.”

  “Thanks. Asking for that location was going to be my second question.” He smiled and started for the door when another thought struck. “Is it possible to get to the lighthouse on foot?”

  She frowned. “The lighthouse at the end of the cove?”

  Drew raised an eyebrow. “Is there another one?”

  Her face flushed and she gave a half laugh. “Right. No, there’s only the one. I’ve heard there’s some kind of path that goes to it, but no direct road.”

  “You’ve never gone there yourself?”

  “Oh no. Not my thing. Besides, it’s supposed to be haunted.” Her voice lowered to a near whisper on the last word.

  Drew nodded. He’d heard that same descriptor several times during his lighthouse survey. “Aren’t they all?”

  Her eyes widened until she realized he was teasing. “I suppose that’s the myth, but the locals seriously believe this one really is.”

  “You’re not from around here?”

  “No! I’m summer help. My home’s in Augusta.”

  “Okay, well, thanks for your help.”

  As he started toward the main door she suddenly called out, “Don’t go there at high tide. It gets cut off from the shore.”

  “Thanks for the tip.” He stepped out onto the pavement and stared at the harbor across the road. The cove right here was too sheltered to be able to tell if the tide was in or out, but the warning was one he’d keep in mind. He knew only too well how quickly tides could rise up and how easily people could be caught unaware.