Civilian life is a strain for war hero Tom Garrison, but he's an expert at emergencies. And he puts his training to good use helping his lovely neighbor, single mom Jenna Atkins, and her sick son, Brian. Tom thinks he can rescue the family and walk away, but he's in for a big surprise. Despite his efforts, Jenna and Brian capture his heartjust as he captures theirs. Both Jenna and Tom have reason to be wary of letting anyone close. Can they overcome the past to give this family a fresh start at love?
"Please open up! It''s a matter of life and death!" Jenna Atkins, panting from her run through the rain, listened for movement inside the farmhouse. She prayed that the little slice of light she''d seen when she''d driven by at this late hour meant that her new neighbors had moved in and that they were awake. With the heel of her wet palm, she banged on the door again and waited, peeking through the sheer curtain for signs of movement. Cupping her hands against the windowpane, she strained to see. There was still a light on inside. Someone had to be awake. Finally, the thud of feet hitting the floor let Jenna know she''d been heard. Her lips quivered and her body trembled from the cold seeping into her bones. She had only a moment to notice the curtain in the porch window lifting and then falling back into place before the person suddenly disappeared from view. Within seconds the porch light blazed and the door swung open wide. Shielding her eyes from the sudden blast of light, she found a man standing at the threshold, taking up every inch of space in the doorway with intimidating height that was only slightly less menacing than his eyes. She couldn''t make out their color, but the dark outline that puffed beneath them was telling, letting her know she''d interrupted his sleep. His dusty blue sweatshirt was slightly hiked up on one side. He probably wasn''t even fully awake. Guilt invaded her, but she instantly pushed it aside. Her baby needed her. "Please, help me. It''s an emergency!" Tag opened his eyes as wide as he could to focus on the person standing on his porch. The yellow blur resolved into a rain-slicker-covered woman. She looked like a wet mop, Tag thought as he peered down at her, trying not to scowl. But he knew it was there. Abject fatigue didn''t exactly bring out his charm. Life and death. Had he been dreaming that part? "I need your help. It''s an emergency," she repeated. He blinked the rest of the sleep out of his eyes as best he could and took a better look at her. The woman''s eyes were red rimmed, as if she''d been crying, her obvious distress distracting him from the slightly upturned nose, the bow-shaped lips and those blue eyes the color of gems. "What seems to be the problem?" he asked, raking his fingers over his head. "My son needs to get to the hospital in Valentine. We were on our way, but my truck broke down just up the road from your house." He glanced out into the darkness. "You walked all the way here in the rain?" "No. I ran." "Why do you need to go to Valentine? It''s nearly a two-hour drive from here. If it''s an emergency and your son is hurt, why not go to the clinic right here in Chesterfield?" She shook her head impatiently. "They aren''t equipped to handle Brian''s needs. They''ll only stabilize him and then send him by ambulance to one of the other major hospitals in the state. He needs to get to a major medical facility now." "You can use the phone to call someone for a ride, if you need to." "The sheriff runs an ambulance service, I was hoping I could use your phone to call him, and I can have the ambulance bring us to Valentine. Once I call the emergency number to let Sheriff Wayne know where we are, he''ll meet us and drive us to Valentine himself." "Where is your son now?" Tag asked, giving a quick look behind her into the darkness before stepping away from the door and motioning the woman to come in. "I need to use your phone," she said, ignoring his question. "Yes, of course." Tag closed the door as the woman stepped into his living room, and took a second to peer past the curtain to see if he''d missed anyone else outside on the porch. When he turned around, the woman was frantically searching his living room. "Your son?" "Your phone?" They both spoke at the same time. He pointed to the far end of the living room. "The phone is in the kitchen. Right down the hall. You didn''t leave your son out in the rain, did you?" He followed her as she made her way to the kitchen. "Of course not! Well, yes,
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October 01, 2010
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