Authors: RaeAnne Thayne
RaeAnne Thayne Hope's Crossings Series Volume One: Blackberry Summer\Woodrose Mountain\Sweet Laurel Falls
Three stories of small-town happily-ever-afters and sweet second chances from
New York Times
bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne!
The last thing Claire Bradford has time for in
Blackberry Summer
is romanceâin fact, the single mother has her hands full, what with two kids, a thriving business, an unreliable ex-husband and an accident that has repercussions for the whole town. But when her friend's sexy brother, Riley McKnight, is suddenly looking at her in a new light, Claire realizes that her life needs to changeâand that the handsome younger police officer may be just the ticket!
In
Woodrose Mountain
, occupational therapist Evie Blanchard is recovering from an emotional yearâand she's vowed not to work again. But self-made millionaire and single dad Brodie Thorne has vowed to do whatever it takes to help his daughter, Taryn, recover from the accident that left Hope's Crossing in crisis. And with laughter, courage and more than a little help from the kindhearted people of Hope's Crossing, Taryn may get the healing she deservesâand Evie and Brodie might just find a love they could never have imagined.
Spring should bring renewal, but in
Sweet Laurel Falls
, Maura McKnight-Parker finds she cannot escape the past. Still reeling from one loss, she is stunned at the reappearance of her older daughter, Sageâand Jackson Lange, her first love. Jackson never knew she was pregnant when he fled Hope's Crossing all those years agoâbut he never forgot Maura. This fragile family has secrets aplenty, but Maura and Jacksonâand Sageâhave to face up to them to find the bright future that awaits them.
RaeAnne Thayne Hope's Crossings Series Vol 1
Blackberry Summer
Woodrose Mountain
Sweet Laurel Falls
RaeAnne Thayne
Table of Contents
RaeAnne Thayne
Blackberry Summer
CHAPTER ONE
“We are each of us angels with one wing. And we can only fly embracing each other.”
âLuciano de Crescenzo
L
OUSY, STUPID HOROSCOPE
.
Claire Bradford stood with one hand on the doorway and the other clutching her coffee go-cup as she stared at the chaotic mess inside her store.
According to the starsâat least according to the horoscope in the
Hope Gazette
she'd scanned while standing in line at her friend Maura's coffee shop for her morning buzz after dropping the kids off at schoolâshe was supposed to prepare herself for something fun and exciting headed her way today. She had been thinking more along the lines of a few dozen new customers at her bead store or maybe a big commission on one of her more intricate custom pieces.
Discovering that String Fever had been burglarized during the night didn't exactly fit her personal definition of either fun or exciting.
Beads covered the beige berber in a glittery, jumbled disaster as apparently someone had yanked out an entire vast display of tiny clear drawers and dumped their contents all over the floor. Her cash register
drawer was open and the small amount of cash she kept on hand to make change was missing. Her office door had been left ajar, too, something she never did, and even from here, she could see a big, dusty, empty spot on her desk where her computer should be.
She could handle the material loss and her computer was automatically backed up off-site several times a day. The mess, on the other hand, would be a nightmare to clean up. Claire gave a tiny whimper and closed her eyes, dreading the hours and days of work ahead of her, re-sorting all those scattered beads into their hundreds of proper compartments. String Fever was hanging by a thread anyway in the uncertain economy. How could she afford the time and energy involved in setting things to rights again?
Chester whined beside her, his basset hound features even more morose than usual. He was uncanny at picking up her emotions. She scratched behind his acres-long ears. “I know, buddy. Sucks, doesn't it?”
She dug in her coat pockets to find where she'd stowed her cell phone so that she could dial 9-1-1. She had only punched in one number before the phone vibrated in her hand and suddenly the nuclear meltdown alert ringtone she had programmed for her mother sounded its death knell through the empty store.
Yeah, not much fun or excitement there, either. Rotten horoscope.
Chester whined again. He hated that ringtone as much as she did. Claire swallowed her groan and despite thirty-six years of better instincts, she hit the talk button to accept the call. Ruth Tatum had trained her daughter well. “Mom, I can't talk right now. Sorry. The
store has been robbed. I'll call you back as soon as I can, okay?”
“Robbed? You've got to be kidding!”
“Really, Mom? You think I'd joke about something like this?”
“How would I know?” Ruth went on the defensive, as she did so well. “You've always had a weird sense of humor.”
Yeah. That was her. Making up stories about her store being robbed just to go for the cheap laugh. “I'm not joking. The store really has been robbed.”
“That's terrible! What did they take?”
“I don't know yet. I just walked in the door and barely had a chance to even react before you called. I need to go so I can call the police, Mom.”
“Well, call me as soon as you can and tell me what's going on. Do you need me to come down there?”
Sure, like she needed to stick a couple dozen earring hooks in her eyeballs. “Not right now. Thanks for the offer, though. I'll call you later.”
She hung up and quickly dialed the police.
“Hope's Crossing Emergency Dispatch. What is the nature of your emergency?”
She recognized the dispatcher as a neighbor and one of her frequent customers, Donna Mazell, though her voice seemed pitched a little higher than normal.
“Hey, Donna. This is Claire at String Fever. I need to report a crime. I just came in to open my store and discovered an apparent burglary.”
“Oh, lordy be. Not another one!”
“Another one?”
“You're the fourth store in town to report a break-in
today. We've got ourselves a genuine crime spree! The guys are going
crazy
trying to stay on top of everything.”
Hope's Crossing, Colorado, had a population of only five thousand year-round residents, although those numbers swelled in the wintertime to ten times that with skiers and those who owned vacation homes or condos in the canyon near the vast Silver Strike Ski Resort. Still, Claire knew the town's police force consisted of only eight officers, supplemented by deputies from the county sheriff's department when the need arose.
“Can you spare somebody to send here?”
“Oh, sure. No problem. The new chief is just down the street at Pinecone Property Management, but I think he's wrapping things up there. I'll give him a holler and tell him to head over to the store first chance he has.”
“Thanks, Donna.”
“Tell me they didn't take those gorgeous Czech crystals you bought for Genevieve Beaumont's wedding gown.”
Her stomach took another dive. “Oh, I hope not. It took me two months to import those through Customs. I don't know if I'll have time to get more and finish the design before the wedding.”
“Keeping my fingers crossed here. I'll call Riley right now and tell him to head over there when he's done over at the real estate office.”
“Thanks, Donna.”
“You bet. Give me another call if somebody doesn't
show up in the next ten, fifteen minutes or so. And don't touch anything.”
“Yeah, I watch television. I know that much. I'll wait outside with Chester until Riley can get here.”
“It's freezing, darlin'. You can't wait outside in this weather and neither can that dog. He's not as young as he used to be. The chief won't care if you grab a chair inside and sit down until he can make it, just as long as you keep Chester close so he doesn't go mucking around the crime scene.”
Too much restless energy zinged through her for her to sit calmly and wait for the police, so she remained standing in the doorway, horrified all over again that someone would be so malicious. Stealing from her was one thing. They could have the money and her computer, she didn't care about that. But why make such a mess? This blatant vandalism was intended to gouge and woundâcausing trouble for trouble's sake, something she had never understood.
Why would someone want to be so hurtful? And why
her?
She tried hard to be kind to most people she came in contact with. Sure, she had a few disgruntled customers at the store who seemed to think it a crime that she expected to make at least some profit for all the resources of time and energy she poured into String Fever. But she couldn't imagine any of them being so vindictive as to trash her store just for the fun of it.
She forced herself to do a little of the circle breathing her best friend, Alex, was always trying to convince her to practice and shifted her gaze out the wide store windows at Hope's Crossing's Main Street. The morning seemed gray and cheerless, a dreary sort of day.
Even though it was mid-April, spring took its dear sweet time arriving in the Colorado high country.
The weather forecasters were predicting a late snowstorm would be moving in later that evening. The ski resort would appreciate a few more inches for the diehard skiers who opted to spend their spring break hanging on to the last struggling days of winter instead of heading to the beach. By this time of year, she was heartily sick of more snow, but at least a little fresh powder would cover the tired, gray piles out there.
Despite the cold and the promise of a storm, she could see a pretty good Monday morning crowd at the Center of Hope Café across the way. She'd noticed the same story at Dog-Eared Books & Brew.
Of course, none of those shoppers would be heading her direction anytime soon, not with the Closed sign still firmly turned in the doorway.
The thought had barely formed in her mind when the door behind her opened with a musical chime. Claire opened her mouth to explain the store was still closed and then shut it again, her spirits sinking even more.