Loree Lough - Suddenly Home

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THERE WERE TIMES WHEN ALEX WANTED TO GIVE UP…. BUT TAYLOR NEVER GAVE HIM THE CHANCE.Body and faith bruised, Lieutenant Alex Van Buren had one wish–to make it through another day. Then sprightly Taylor Griffith came into his life…and he began to wonder if it was time to face his future.Taylor had never known a man like Alex. The moment they met, she felt a connection. But the man stubbornly refused to let faith…or love…into his life. And if he didn't, how could she show him that with love and grace anything was possible?

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Alex glanced over his shoulder and looked into a cherubic face. Dimpled fists propped up the boy’s chin. Alex guessed him to be four or five.

“Tommy!” the child’s mother gasped. “You know better than to ask a question like that. Now, you apologize to the nice man, this instant!”

Tommy’s chubby cheeks reddened as he shot a sheepish glance Alex’s way. “Sorry,” he said grudgingly.

It wasn’t the first time Alex had been asked a question like that. At least Tommy’s interest was honest. “It’s okay, son,” he said. “I used to be a pilot, hurt my leg when my plane crashed.”

The boy’s eyes widened. “Really? Did it explode in the sky, like in the movies?”

Alex grinned. “Sort of. But I was long gone by the time that happened.”

Tommy’s brow crinkled with confusion. “Gone? Where’d you go?”

That day flashed through his mind. Involuntarily, Alex clenched his jaw. “Had to bail—”

Tommy faced his mother. “Mom, did you hear that?”

His mother frowned sternly. “Yes.” She shook a finger at him. “And you heard what I said….”

The boy turned back to Alex. “Did you have a parachute and ever’thing? Did you float down from the sky and get caught in a tree?”

Alex shook his head. “Wasn’t time for the chute to open.”

The boy’s brow crinkled slightly. “Then how’d you—”

“Tommy, not another word. I mean it.” His mother rolled her eyes at Alex. “I don’t know what gets into him sometimes. Please, accept my apologies.”

“No harm done,” he said, meaning it. And winking at Tommy, he added, “Boys will be boys.”

Tommy’s mother shrugged. “I suppose,” she said, then headed into the station to pay for her gas.

“Do you have a little boy?” Tommy asked.

Alex swallowed. He might be a father by now, if he hadn’t always put the navy…and flying…ahead of everything else. “No, ’fraid not.”

“A little girl?”

“No. I don’t have any kids.”

Tommy made an “I don’t believe it” face and held out his fat little hands. “Well, what’s your wife waiting for?”

“Don’t have a wife, either,” he said, chuckling.

“Why not?”

It was a good question. Another one for his “I have no answer for that” list. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; he didn’t have a wife because, to date, Alex hadn’t met a woman he wanted to share his life with.

Not true, his conscience said as the memory of Taylor’s pretty face popped into his mind.

“Why not?” Tommy repeated.

Alex could only shrug and shake his head.

Taylor would have thought Mable Jensen’s nephew seemed like a pleasant enough fellow…if stand-up comedians had been her type.

She didn’t know, exactly, what her type was, but it certainly wasn’t an overaged hippie who thought it was cool to crack knock-knock jokes by the dozen.

Would’ve helped if Pete had been a little taller, with big brown eyes, dark shiny waves; if he’d been lean in a marathon kind of way; if he had a wounded puppy-dog expression that made her want to soothe all his troubles away.

Like Alex Van Buren? she wondered, pretending to enjoy Pete’s “what do you get when you cross a lawyer with a leech?” joke. When he said, “An agent!” Taylor smiled, even though she didn’t get it. Did the punch line miss its intended target because Mable’s nephew had laughed at his own joke? Or because she’d been distracted by images of Alex?

The latter, she decided as Pete launched into another ditty. She liked everything about Alex, from the way his dark eyes sparkled when he smiled—which, in her opinion, wasn’t nearly often enough—to the mellow tones of his vibrant voice. He’d dressed for the brunch like a man unsure what one wears to such an affair, which told Taylor two things: One, he wasn’t a regular churchgoer, and two, he didn’t believe in playing it safe.

“Safe” would have been khaki trousers and a dress shirt, loafers, but no tie. Alex, on the other hand, had worn faded jeans and a polo shirt that had seen better days. So had his sneakers. He smelled of bath soap and the barest hint of manly cologne. And he’d cut himself shaving…recently.

“And did you hear the one about…?”

Taylor was in the middle of wishing for a legitimate excuse to walk away from Pete when Trish O’Connor ran up to her, huffing and puffing. “You need to get home right away,” the church secretary said. “Your neighbor called and said your cat’s on the porch roof, meowing up a storm!”

The woman promised to let Taylor’s uncle know where she’d gone, promised to drive him home to save Taylor a trip back to the church.

Pete, Mable and even Alex were immediately forgotten as Taylor headed for her car. Every nerve end in her twitched with fear and dread, yet she resisted the urge to speed. Fast driving had killed her mother. Besides, if a cop stopped her to issue a ticket, it would only take that much longer to get home.

And the more time it took, the more likely Barney would fall off the roof. If there was any truth to the old wives’ tale about cats having nine lives, he’d be lucky to have one left, clumsy as he’d always been.

Her car came to a jerky stop when she pulled into the driveway. Sure enough, there was Barney, teetering near the roof’s edge, meowing for all he was worth. The sight of his mistress seemed to increase his angst, and he began pacing to and fro, precariously close to the rain gutter.

Taylor raced inside, taking the porch stairs two at a time, then did the same with the stairs leading to the second floor of her house.

There, on the other side of her bedroom window, sat Barney, front paws together, ears twitching, eyes glowing. Tempted by the sunshine on the other side of the window, Taylor reasoned, her curious kitty must have fiddled with the locks that held the window screen in place.

She leaned out the opening and extended her arms. “C’mere, you silly thing,” she crooned. When he stayed put, she added, “Barney…come here. I’ll give you a treat.”

He blinked and meowed…

And flicked his tail. “Come and get me” seemed to be the silent message he sent his mistress.

Pursing her lips, Taylor made kissing sounds and snapped her fingers. “Barrrr-neeeee,” she sang, “come to mah-meeeee….”

But he didn’t budge. If a squirrel or a bird should decide to perch in the branches of the tree just beyond the roof, there was no telling what the cat might do.

All her life Taylor had been afraid of heights. But what choice did she have? It was either climb out there and grab him, right now, or wait and take a chance he’d fall.

She eased her upper body through the window and, trembling, brought up her knee. When it rested on the warm, sandpapery shingles, she swallowed. Hard. “Please, God,” she prayed, “get the both of us back inside safely….”

Alex didn’t know what prompted him to do it, but instead of turning left at St. Johns Lane, he hung a right. At the first intersection he made another right, which put him on Taylor’s street. If he remembered correctly, her house was third from the corner.

If her car was in the driveway, maybe he’d stop by. Just to make sure everything was all right…since she’d disappeared so quickly from the brunch….

The red compact was there, all right. He noted the relief that coursed through him.

Movement on the roof caught his eye.

What on earth did she think she was doing up there!

He parked on the street, in the shade of the big maple in her front yard. Even from this distance he could hear her, making kissing noises. When he got closer, Alex grinned. “What’s up?” he asked as Barney maneuvered nearer the roof’s edge.

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