Alice Sharpe - The Baby Season

Roxanne decided. How soft and adorable.

Roxanne found her lips puckering of their own accord, and she kissed the baby’s downy head. The child stirred, and reluctantly Roxanne put her back into the crib.

But somewhere in her chest she felt her heart constrict, and she wasn’t sure why.

Was there some kind of kismet at work at Jake’s ranch? Had fate brought her here, to this man and his motherless child, at this particular time and surrounded her with newborn life in order to remind her of something? Something that her old life was missing?

“I get the point,” she whispered, “I think I understand.…”

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This book is dedicated to all the babies in my life: those in the past, those right now and those to come. I love you all.

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met her husband-to-be on a cold, foggy beach in Northern California. One year later they were married. Their union has survived the rearing of two children, a handful of earthquakes registering over 6.5, numerous cats and a few special dogs, the latest of which is a yellow Lab named Annie Rose. Alice and her husband now live in a small rural town in Oregon, where she devotes the majority of her time to pursuing her second love, writing.

Alice loves to hear from readers. You can write her at P.O. Box 755, Brownsville, OR 97327. SASE for reply is appreciated.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

After three grueling hours, the hike Roxanne Salyer had approached as a means of finding help revealed itself for what it really was: a trek into an inferno.

She should have stayed near her car instead of taking off on foot. Not inside, but near it.

Her car, the victim of the successful attempt to avoid running over a rabbit, was far behind her now, gobbled up by the California desert. Roxanne knew it was up to her to save herself, and if she had to do it wearing half a wilted linen suit and sandals never intended to tackle sand, then so be it.

All in all, not an auspicious beginning to her quest.

A niggling little voice in the back of her head balked at the word quest and inserted instead fool’s errand.

“Oh, give it a rest,” she told that voice as she scanned miles and miles of rolling sandy hills and hazy distant mountains. Sporadic poles strung with wire announced the possibility of civilization, but it sure wasn’t visible from where she stood. No buildings, no phone booths, no nothing.

Didn’t anyone ever drive down this blasted road?

For the first time, fear, and not just annoyance, prickled her overheated skin. People were known to die out in the desert. It happened.

She should have worn less impressive and more durable clothing; she should have carried more water; she should have been prepared.

A big lump suddenly materialized in her throat. She couldn’t swallow it—she didn’t have enough saliva left. There was nothing to do but continue walking, which she did until her fried brain registered the fact that the road had split in two. One track continued in a more or less straight line, the other curved off to the west, leading to the same mountains, only closer.

Two roads, neither looking well traveled. It was a Robert Frost nightmare.

Her gut said the straight road was the right road but her gut didn’t have a great track record. Not today anyway. “West,” she muttered, vaguely comforted by the fact that the Pacific Ocean lay in that direction, albeit a hundred miles away.

That’s when the strap on her left sandal snapped in two.

She stood for a moment on her right foot, her throat as dry as the sandy earth burning through the thin sole.

Now what?

Jack Wheeler frowned at the sight of the white compact abandoned halfway across his access road. Bumping over small rocks and tumbleweed, he pulled around the car, coming to a stop amidst a billowing cloud of sandy dust. He popped open his door and jumped to the ground, both boots hitting the road at the same time.

As he approached the car, he noticed it sported a Washington State license plate and a sticker on the front bumper advocating the practice of random acts of kindness. He couldn’t imagine whom the car belonged to; he wasn’t expecting anyone from Washington. He impatiently strode to the driver’s door and, using one of his gloves as a makeshift pot holder, tried the handle.

Locked. Leaning down and gazing inside, he spied on the passenger seat an empty bottle of water, a sky-blue woman’s jacket, a cell phone and a plastic folder with an unfamiliar logo: a stylized raindrop, inside of which were call letters.

A wave of irritation flashed across the stern contours of his lips. Oh, brother, not another reporter, radio or otherwise.

Maybe just a curiosity seeker.