Glynna Kaye - Dreaming of Home

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Fresh out of the military, widower Joe Diaz is determined to raise his young son alone.But his next-door neighbor Meg McGuire has set her sights on the same house–and teaching job– as Joe! He's all about family now, not romantic entanglements, and he won't give up without a fight.But what about little Davy, who's growing more attached to Miss Meg every day? Or Joe, who finds himself dreaming of a home and family with the one woman in town who could take it all away?

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Ahoy Miss Meg A blackhaired boy dressed in an oversized pirates hat and - фото 1

“Ahoy, Miss Meg!”

A black-haired boy dressed in an oversized pirate’s hat and black rain boots stepped in front of her.

“Ahoy, yourself, Davy.” She recognized Davy Diaz, whose grandfather was her landlord.

“Be ye knowin’ this comely lass, son?” The tall, handsome man with Davy glanced down at the boy, then winked at Meg.

Her heart did a flip.

Davy nodded. “Miss Meg is my Sunday school teacher.”

“Sunday school, huh? You lucky kid.”

Warmth crept into Meg’s face as both Davy’s and his father’s smiles widened. Then Davy looked up at him.

“Did you go to Sunday school, Dad?”

“You betcha.”

“Shiver me timbers!”

The man laughed, his gaze catching Meg’s as he held out a hand. “Nice to meet you, Miss Meg.”

“Meg McGuire.”

“I’m Joe Diaz.”

Meg’s heart skittered again. What was wrong with her? Losing herself in the warmth of his eyes and that smile, she thought, maybe it was true that when God closed a door, somewhere he opened a window….

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GLYNNA KAYE

treasures memories of growing up in small Midwestern towns—Iowa, Missouri, Illinois. She traces her love of storytelling to the many times a houseful of great aunts and uncles gathered with her grandma to share hours of what they called “windjammers”—candid, heartwarming, poignant and often humorous tales of their youth and young adulthood.

Glynna now lives in Arizona where she works full-time for a medical products corporation. When she isn’t writing, she’s gardening, enjoying photography and the great outdoors, and keeping one step ahead of What Not To Wear camera crews.

Dreaming of Home

Glynna Kaye

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Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.

—Proverbs 3:5–6

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.

—Isaiah 41:10

To Mom and Dad, whose love for God, family and each other proves there are still happily ever afters.

Acknowledgments

Thanks to Sheryl, Pam, Sandra and Manuel for all your help getting this manuscript ready to go.

Thanks to my “Seeker Sisters”

(www.Seekerville.blogspot.com) for your prayers, support and occasional kicks in the seat of the pants.

And an extra special thanks to my editor,

Melissa Endlich, for welcoming me to the Steeple Hill family.

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

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

Questions for Discussion

Chapter One

At precisely one o’clock on a sunny September Saturday afternoon, Megan McGuire spied the pirate.

Had Canyon Springs been a coastal, historic reenactment community or adjacent to Disneyland, she might not have looked twice. But to the best of her knowledge, the mountain country of northern Arizona generated little demand for the likes of seafaring swashbucklers.

Only minutes earlier, she’d propped open the door of the general store, allowing warm, pine-scented air to permeate the cool interior of the natural stone building. Once again huddled behind the oak counter and intent on reviewing next week’s lesson plan, the creak of the wooden floor reached her ears. At that moment she glimpsed the flash of a gold hoop earring and a black eye patch as a bandana-headed man disappeared behind a shelf.

What now? The little town, with its many seasonal visitors, seemed to draw from a bottomless grab bag of eccentric individuals. Meg gave her short, tousled hair a shake and smiled. She’d come here as one of them herself six months ago, so she could afford to be tolerant.

Reluctant to leave her cozy little nook, she nevertheless set aside her pen and straightened her maroon Arizona State hooded sweatshirt. The guy was probably a motorcyclist, not a pirate as her too-active imagination labeled him. But to fulfill her role as a part-time employee of Dix’s Woodland Warehouse, his appearance warranted an investigation.

She found the man crouched in front of the medication shelf, his muscled arm extended toward a row of aspirin boxes. Short-sleeved black T-shirt. Faded jeans. Well-worn tennis shoes. Except for a gold band on his left hand, all other fingers were pinched into dime store-quality, gem-studded rings. A foot-long plastic sword tucked securely in a belt loop topped off his unconventional regalia.

Nope, not a biker. A pirate.

Definitely a pirate.

“Yo-ho-ho. May I help you, matey?” Meg bit her lip, chiding herself for the glib intro. After all, the customer was always right, even if the customer was a healthy-looking specimen of maleness dressed like a five-year-old’s concept of a buccaneer.

He glanced up, one startled brown eye meeting hers. The other remained concealed beneath a black satin patch. The man pulled a box from the shelf and stood. Ramrod straight, legs slightly apart. Just like Meg’s older brother, who had been out of the military for years and still assumed that soldierlike stance even when “at ease.”

He didn’t look more than a handful of years older than her twenty-seven, and although he was under six feet tall, he nevertheless towered over her five-foot-three stature. Cropped black hair peeped from beneath the red bandana as he removed a gold hoop from his ear. Kneading the reddened lobe with a thumb and forefinger, he held up the aspirin box in his other hand.

“Headache.”

“Getting your land legs back will do that. Clip earrings, too.”

A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth as he lifted the eye patch and tilted his head to study her. “You’re going to give me a hard time, aren’t you?”

Such expressive eyes. Captivating. “I could. But hey, to each his own, right?”

The pirate stuffed the earring in a back pocket. “I bet you’re wondering—”

“Dad,” came a child’s chiding whisper from behind a nearby postcard rack. “You’re not talking like a pirate.”

“Sorry.” The man dipped his head in acknowledgment to the scenic display, then focused again on Meg. “’Tis Talk Like a Pirate Day.”

She raised her brows.

“International,” the youngster’s soft voice clarified.

“Ah, yes.” The man patted the plastic sword at his side. “International Talk Like a Pirate Day.”

A black-haired, brown-eyed boy dressed in an oversized pirate’s hat and black rain boots stepped from behind the rack. His shy smile brightened. “Ahoy, Miss Meg!”

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