Seeing the woman who'd left him without a backward glance was painful enough for Steve Lindstrom--but Lily Mayfield hadn't returned to their hometown alone. Just the sight of the heartbreakingly lovely single mother and her son awoke bittersweet yearning for what might have been.
Walking away from the only man she'd ever loved had left Lily with enough regrets for two lifetimes. Now, after years of harboring her unhappy secret, the time had come to tell the truth. If Steve could give her a second chance, she'd have every intention of showing him where her heart had always been...with him.
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January 01, 2007
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Excerpt from Her Sister's Secret Life (Reunited) by Pamela Toth
Steve Lindstrom liked getting to the job site before the rest of his crew. This first, solitary half hour gave him a chance to look around without someone bugging him with a question about building specs or material deliveries. He could savor the progress of something born of his vision, his investment and--in large part--by his own sweat.
He stood by his truck, sipping his coffee as he watched the streaky pink-and-gold sunrise fade quickly above the jagged ridge of the Cascade Mountains far to the east. Construction was always a gamble, but a hot market and his own growing reputation had enabled him to buy this piece of choice view property. On it rose a sprawling wooden skeleton that was slowly becoming his fanciest house yet, as well as his largest financial gamble to date. Nearby stood another house, nearly as grand and almost completed.
Since Steve had first begun working as a framer during summer vacations, the work had always given him a sense of accomplishment that was nearly as sweet as throwing a football into his receiver's waiting hands or acing a tough exam. Now he was the boss. The control, the decisions and the headaches connected with Lindstrom Construction were his responsibility.
From Admiralty Inlet, where sailboats dotted the choppy water, came a light breeze scented with salt and sunshine. Above a nearby stand of arrow-straight Douglas fir trees, an eagle soared. Its white head was easy to identify against the blue sky, its wingspan a sight to behold. For the moment, a sense of peace settled on the clearing with its ribbon of road and two new buildings.
Setting aside his empty mug, Steve grabbed a clipboard and scowled at his notes on material shipments and subcontractors' schedules. Juggling two projects was taking its toll. One late delivery, one installation problem, and his time frame would collapse like a row of dominoes.