Cathryn Parry - The Long Way Home

Is home where the heart is?

Life on the road suits Bruce Cole just fine. And after what he went through back in the day, he’s in no hurry to face his hometown again. Until his little sister asks him to return for her wedding. One brief visit can’t hurt, right? Especially when he meets a beautiful stranger at the reception.

Except Natalie Kimball isn’t a stranger. In fact, she knows more about Bruce than anyone else in Wallis Point—including the secret he’s been running from all these years. The woman Natalie has become is fascinating…and so different from the girl he remembers. If anyone can change his mind about what home really means, it could be her.

Bruce stared at the woman he’d aimed for like a laser beam

She was tilting her head at him, focusing on him with those inquisitive blue eyes. To other people that might be a good sign, but not to him.

He wanted a distraction. That was all.

He held the glass out again. “I can’t promise it’s a good year, but I can promise a decent toast from it.”

She smiled at him, a brilliant, relieved smile. “Then I’m glad I didn’t leave and miss the opportunity.”

He handed her the flute of champagne, his heart kicking up a notch. She accepted it with a small laugh, and for a moment their fingers brushed.

He lifted his glass to her. “To getting to know you better.”

She took a sip as he did the same. The tart, bubbly taste jarred him as they watched each other over the rims of their glasses. The magnetism between them made his blood pump.

She was still looking at his mouth. Maybe she wanted him to stay for purely selfish reasons.

He could handle that.

“I’m Bruce,” he said. “And you are…?”

Her brow furrowed. Her mouth opened, then closed.

Ah, hell. And they’d been doing so well.

Dear Reader,

I’m delighted to announce exciting news: beginning in January 2013, Harlequin Superromance books will be longer! That means more romance with more of the characters you love and expect from Harlequin Superromance.

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So don’t miss out on your favorite series—Harlequin Superromance. Look for longer stories and exciting new covers starting December 18, 2012, wherever you buy books.

In the meantime, check out this month’s reads:

#1818 THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS

Liz Talley

#1819 THE TIME OF HER LIFE

Jeanie London

#1820 THE LONG WAY HOME

Cathryn Parry

#1821 CROSSING NEVADA

Jeannie Watt

#1822 WISH UPON A CHRISTMAS STAR

Darlene Gardner

#1823 ESPRESSO IN THE MORNING

Dorie Graham

Happy reading!

Wanda Ottewell,

Senior Editor, Harlequin Superromance

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cathryn Parry loved living and working in seacoast New Hampshire during the summers of her college years. She still lives close by with her husband, Lou, and her neighbor’s cat, Otis. When she’s not writing, she figure skates, plans as many vacations as possible and indulges in her genealogy hobby. She loves to hear from readers. Please see her website at www.CathrynParry.com.

This book is dedicated to my husband, Lou, who cheered me on every day, cooked me dinner and patiently listened as I talked through plot points.

I couldn’t have done it without you!

Acknowledgments

Thanks to Megan Long for all your patience and wisdom in editing this story.

Thanks also to Piya Campana and the rest of the team at Harlequin Books, who worked hard to make the book the best it can be.

Thanks to my brother Phil, from whom I’ve learned many things about being a lawyer in a small town.

Thanks also to my ear surgeons Dr. Fred (father and son), to my nana, Ruth, and to the “road warriors” in Annapolis for your inspiration and insight with some of the topics in this story. (Any errors are mine alone.)

Thanks also to my writing buddies at New England Chapter RWA for your never-ending support and encouragement. I know how lucky I am to be a part of you.

Thanks as well to Laurie Schnebly Campbell, who once again presented a great workshop where I was able to develop the characters in this book. (Love those enneagrams!)

And to my late uncle, Richard S. Parry, proud veteran of the U.S. Navy, whose adventures and stories always sparked my imagination.

I miss you.

Contents

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

Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE

NO ONE HAD EVER PROMISED Natalie Kimball that moving home to be a lawyer in a small town with people who still thought of her as a hopelessly shy nerd was going to be easy.

“I can do this,” Natalie muttered for about the tenth time that morning, her hands clenched on the steering wheel of her secondhand Toyota as she drove out of town and north up the coast.

To her right, the waves crashed toward her in a spectacular show of whitecaps; the Atlantic tide was coming in. The narrow strip of beach beside it, usually so crowded with tourists in the summer, was deserted, and most of the seaside shops and arcades were still closed for the winter. She opened the window a crack and let the fresh, cold smell of ocean air wash over her.

For once, Natalie was exactly where she wanted to be. She loved this place; it was in her DNA. Even though her father, Asa Kimball, didn’t want her at home working in his law firm, Natalie knew she could be happy here and do a great job, if he gave her the chance. More than anybody else he could possibly turn the firm over to, she understood the people of this town: their connections, their histories, their families and their secrets.

Especially the family secret of the woman she was set to meet. I wonder what became of Bruce Cole? Natalie thought.

Bruce was her longtime high school crush, though Natalie hadn’t seen him since the summer he left town. It was only wishful thinking to expect his sister would mention him today.

Shaking her head, Natalie watched for the familiar gazebo perched on an outcropping of rock. When she came to it, she parked in a vacant lot where the meters weren’t set up for the season yet.

Grabbing the packet on the seat beside her, she slammed the car door against the wind. It was an unseasonably cold day in late April even by New England seacoast standards—blustery, with freezing rain that made her teeth clench. She shivered, wishing she’d brought a warmer coat.

But this was where Maureen Cole’s receptionist at the real estate office had asked Natalie to meet her. And to shore up her position with her father as a lawyer able to “bring in business,” Natalie needed to convince Maureen that she should work with them on future projects. To secure her place, Natalie would do whatever it took, even drive ten miles out of town to the Rosewood Nondenominational Chapel in order to bring Maureen her forgotten notebook.

Natalie glanced down the beach to the picturesque chapel on a bluff overlooking the ocean. Strange how this place affected her. Long before all Natalie’s surgeries, this little church had figured prominently in her romantic fantasies. She hoped the quaint property wasn’t for sale. But why else would Maureen be here? Natalie had hinted for information from Maureen’s receptionist, but the young woman had only smiled mysteriously. “I’m sure Maureen will fill you in when you see her.”