Hope's Discovery (THE MATCHMAKER TRILOGY) (2 page)

This book is a work of fiction. All characters, names, scenes, situations, people, and establishments are written from the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real life people, names, scenes, situations, establishments is purely coincidental and not to be construed or believed to be real.

Hope’s Discovery authored by Bernadette Marie.

Copyright © 2012 by Snowy Creek  Books™ an
Imprint
of Loucks –Christenson Publishing. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the publisher.      Snowy Creek Books™, P.O. Box 9177, Rochester, MN 55903.

Cover Photo and Book Design: © 2012 Lisa Loucks Christenson

Author Photo: © 2009 Damon Kappell/Studio 16

Editor: Susan Lohrer  and Editor: Judy Schuler

Paperback ISBN: 978-1-59819-076-2

E-Book ISBN 13: 978-1-59819
-077-9

Printed in USA

Distributed by White Wolf Creek™  and eCompass Media

For Stan

Thank you for always reminding me who I am.

For the Fabulous Five!

Thank you for giving me an identity that only I will ever have.

For Mom, Dad, and Sissy

Thank you f
or always giving me a family to cement my identity around, mix it up, and completely change if I needed to. And thank you for loving me even if that identity didn’t work out.

To everyone on my Reader Panels

Thank you for making this happen. Had  you not asked for Carissa’s story after reading an old version of Sophia’s story, there would be no story for Hope. Thank you for continuing to read my stories.

Lisa, Susan, and Judy—Thank you for everything!

We are a good team!

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Hope Kendal
has always known she was adopted by the parents who adore her, but now she wants to know who she really is.

Trevor Jacobs
enjoys his life as a private investigator.
 
However, he never would have guessed that the simple case of finding a lost daughter could put his life in danger and make him lose his heart in the process.

Sophia and David Kendal
are the parents Hope has always known.
 
They can only lead her to some of her answers, but they fear what she find might tear their family apart.

Carissa Samuel
is Hope’s biological half-sister.
 
She knows more about who Hope is than anyone, however, when Hope begins to unravel the mystery of who she is Carissa must fess up to the secrets she keeps.

CHAPTER ONE

H
e’d seen it all in his chosen profession. The most
popular: the cheating husband. There were bosses who suspected employees were skimming the till. And like the angry wives’, the bosses’ suspicions were usually correct. A missing relative or child was just as common, but this case piqued his interest more than most.

Trevor Jacobs looked down at the manila folder on the passenger seat of his car. He tugged at his collar. The Missouri summer was warming the inside of his car to temperatures that he was sure would kill a man. He picked up the folder and flipped it open.

Finding Mandy Marlow had been a challenge because she’d disappeared when she was seventeen. That had been forty years ago.

The last time her mother had seen her, Mandy’d had a newborn infant in her arms and had come back begging for money. Ruth Marlow, Mandy’s mother, had given him the case’s scant details over the phone. His notes clearly reflected that Mandy hadn’t gone asking for a place to stay or for help with the baby. She had wanted ten thousand dollars and they had refused. She had told them she’d be living with friends. Friends who would love her and her baby, unlike her parents.

He’d finally tied Mandy to a David Kendal, a retired airline pilot living in Kansas City, Missouri.

Mandy Marlow had lived in the Kansas City area approximately seven years after she had left her parents’ house. Her DMV records showed she’d lived in a house owned by David Kendal and exactly seventeen years after she’d last been seen by her family she changed her name to Mandy Kendal. He’d searched marriage records, but he found no record that Mandy and David had actually been married.

She had assumed the name through proper channels. However, their names did appear together on the birth certificates of Carissa Marlow Kendal and one Hope Katherine Kendal.

Hope Kendal had been born by cesarean moments after they had pronounced Mandy Kendal dead. She had died of heart failure and had papers that had strictly instructed that she not be revived.

She hadn’t been.

David Kendal married a Sophia Burkhalter only three weeks later. He flipped through the notes. “In a lovely back yard ceremony of the home of the bride’s grandmother Katherine Burkhalter,” the newspaper clipping had stated. Adoption records showed that Sophia, now Kendal, had adopted Carissa, then seventeen, and the newborn Hope only three months after she’d been born.

What a tidy package, he thought. Ex-lover of the dead woman shares custody of his children with his new wife. What a twisted novel plot that would make. He laughed. However, armed with the facts he had, he knew it had been that simple.

A change of heart, or perhaps a shove in that direction, had Mandy Marlow—Mandy
Kendal
—giving up her children and refusing to fight for her own life.

Sweat beaded on his brow. Trevor reached for his bottle of water. It had grown warm. He drank it down and tossed it into the backseat with the other bottles he’d discarded there. He knew he wasn’t the ideal patron for a car rental company.

He flipped through his notes again and stared into the face he’d become familiar with.

Hope Katherine Kendal.

She stood in a crowded room, but the camera had zoomed in on her. She’d been intrigued by something, or someone. Long blonde hair cascaded behind her shoulders and crystal blue eyes watched him from the photo. She had lips that were full and just a bit pouty. The face that mesmerized from the photo had a cherubic look to her, but a super model’s features.

He knew he’d been fascinated by it too long, too many times. He’d seen it in his dreams. He’d found himself driving down the road thinking about her face.

Trevor checked his watch. He’d been sitting in the cemetery, in his parked car, for over two hours. He’d wait another two hours and then he’d move on.

But he didn’t have to wait any longer.

A blue Miata pulled up between him and the headstone that read Mandy Marlow Kendal. The beautiful blonde that he’d familiarized himself with stood there in person. He felt his heart race a little faster.

The pace of his heart was different from when he was about to confront most of those whom he’d followed. That was adrenaline. This was lust.

Hope stood just outside her car. She was dressed in jeans that rode low on curvy hips. She wore her tie-dyed shirt tucked in, giving her a look of being taller than she was. Her hair fell well down her back in a long tail.

Large sunglasses shielded her eyes, but he knew how blue they were.

She wasn’t moving. He was far enough from her he knew she couldn’t see him, but he wondered what she was thinking when she stood still on the narrow dirt road. She reached through the open window of her car and pulled out a bouquet of flowers.

Another car pulled up behind her. Trevor watched with intrigue. Carissa Kendal Samuel—he’d familiarized himself with her face as well—climbed out of her car and approached Hope.

He watched them exchange a few words and then an embrace. It was amazing how different sisters could be. Hope was fair. Her blonde hair was strikingly different from the dark hair of her sister. Carissa stood a few inches taller than Hope and her figure was straighter where Hope’s was voluptuous.

Arm in arm the sisters walked toward the grave of their birth mother. A smile crossed Trevor’s lips. Right on time.

Carissa laced her arm through her sister’s. “So, in twenty-three years this is the first time I caught you here?”

“You knew I came every year on the day that she died.” On the anniversary of her own birth.

“I did.” Carissa rested her head against her sister’s. “I just wasn’t sure why you did.”

“She’s a piece of me. She’s a piece I don’t know. A piece I’m afraid to ask about.”

“We’ve always been open about her.”

“I know. But I’m old enough to really understand. I think I want to understand now.” Hope bent and laid the flowers on Mandy’s grave then stood erect next to her sister again. “Do you really think she was always the person you knew?”

Carissa snorted out a laugh. “I hadn’t thought about it. My memories of her aren’t the happiest ones. I guess I never gave any consideration to who she was aside from that.”

Hope gave her sister a nod. Since she’d been ten years old she’d been curious. She’d remembered asking her father on the day they had buried her great-grandmother, Katie, if he’d take her to see her birth mother’s grave. She’d whispered it in his ear, not wanting to hurt her mother’s feelings. He’d agreed. They hadn’t gone that day, but he’d taken her.

They had stood where she now stood with her sister on her arm. They’d looked down at the grave without a word. She hadn’t asked questions and he hadn’t offered anything either. They just stood together in awkward silence.

The woman in the grave was not her mother. She understood that. Yes, Mandy had given birth to her, but that wasn’t motherhood. Sophia was her mother and would remain in her heart as just that. She’d raised her, molded her, and above all else loved her unconditionally. However, Mandy Marlow Kendal’s blood ran through her veins, and unlike her sister, whose biological father raised them both, Hope knew nothing of the two people who’d given her life.

Carissa gave her a nudge.

“I have to get back to the school. Thomas is planning dinner for you tonight. You are coming, aren’t you?”

“Me miss a birthday dinner that Thomas made? Not on your life.” She kissed her sister’s cheek. “Tell him I’ll be there and I’ll bring treats for the kids.”

“No candy,” Carissa pleaded. “Aiden has had enough sweets since he’s been staying with Mom while we work. Bryce’s teeth are going to rot out from under his braces, and Julie and Becky, well they just don’t need it.”