Lois Richer - North Country Mom

Second Chances

Detective Jack Campbell needs a fresh start. So he quits his job, packs up his house and his daughter and heads north to Manitoba, Canada. But his daughter, Giselle, is miserable, and will only talk to local shop owner Alicia Featherstone. Her kindness to his daughter does not go unnoticed by Jack, and soon the relationship between father and daughter isn’t the only thing Alicia’s helping to heal. He’s quickly falling for sweet Alicia. But when her past threatens their future together, can he learn to trust enough to make them a permanent family?

“Do you have kids?” Jack asked.

“I’m single,” Alicia said firmly. Then, lest he think she was angling for a date, she added, “And I intend to stay that way.”

“Not exactly what I asked.” His gaze narrowed. “But I agree with you. I intend to stay single, too.”

“Oh?” A hunk like him staying single? In Churchill? Alicia almost laughed.

“I will never allow myself to go through losing someone I care for again.” The absolute loss in Jack’s voice killed her amusement. When he spoke again, his voice was more even. “If you had kids, you’d understand how they become the focus of your life. You’ll do anything for them. Giselle is my world. Besides her, nothing else matters.”

I do understand what you mean, Jack. I know exactly how you feel. I’d do anything to keep my son safe. But I don’t know where he is, or how to find him.

“Sorry, guess I’m not very good company tonight,” Jack muttered, turning away. The keep-away signs were clearly posted. Only natural, given he’d lost his wife.

Not that Alicia was interested in Jack…

LOIS RICHER

began her travels the day she read her first book and realized that fiction provided an extraordinary adventure. Creating that adventure for others became her obsession. With millions of books in print, Lois continues to enjoy creating stories of joy and hope. She and her husband love to travel, which makes it easy to find the perfect setting for her next story. Lois would love to hear from you via www.loisricher.comor loisricher@yahoo.com, or on Facebook.

North Country Mom

Lois Richer

www.millsandboon.co.uk

The Lord will work out his plans for my life—

for your loving kindness, Lord, continues forever. Don’t abandon me—for you made me.

—Psalms 138:8

This book is dedicated to my mom,

the strongest woman I know. I love 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

Epilogue

Dear Reader

Questions for Discussion

Excerpt

Chapter One

In her rush up the train stairs, Alicia Featherstone smacked headfirst into a massive male chest.

Her breath whooshed out and she reeled back, fighting to recover her balance.

“My fault.” The man’s voice reminded her of a polar bear’s growl. His fingers closed around her arm, almost dragging her upward into the dim train.

His grasp sparked memories of the darkest moments in her life. Memories that threatened to engulf her.

“Please,” Alicia gasped, fighting the remembered images while struggling to hold on to the three packages she cradled.

The shadows...his hands... She had to get free. But his strong grip wouldn’t release her. She knew the stranger was trying to help, but years of nightmare memories of being attacked couldn’t stem the panic clogging her throat.

The sound of her precious packages tumbling to the floor snapped her back to reality. One box bounced down the stairs and landed on the platform. She couldn’t afford to lose it, certainly not because of this big man who’d blocked her way. With anger came clarity.

“Let go of me,” she ordered.

His hand immediately dropped away. The man stepped back as if she’d burned him. Alicia inhaled, drawing in oxygen to ease the terror of the past.

“All aboard for Churchill, Manitoba!”

The conductor’s call galvanized Alicia. She dropped what she held and hurried down the steps to retrieve her parcel from the platform. She’d barely gained the first step up when the train began moving. Again the man’s massive hands closed over her arms. He hauled her upward until his face was millimeters from hers. His deep blue eyes blazed into hers.

“Jumping out like that was a stupid thing to do,” he growled.

“Please—” she began, then clamped her mouth closed.

This isn’t the past. You aren’t fifteen and vulnerable. You don’t have to beg.

“Release me,” she demanded, then wished she hadn’t. He was only trying to help; no point in antagonizing him. He might end up as a customer and Alicia needed every buyer she could get to fulfill her dream of opening a second store.

“Sorry.” He dropped her arm and held up his hands, backing away.

“Thank you. I’m going to find a seat,” she said firmly as she bent to corral the rest of her packages. One box skittered beyond her reach.

“By all means.” The man caught the runaway box and laid it on top of the others in her arms without touching her. Then he opened the heavy door, held it and waved her past.

“Thanks.” Alicia tried to ignore his presence as she searched for a vacant seat.

It would have to be one of those days when the tired old train was full. Two of the most biased people in town were on board. Though it hurt, she pretended she didn’t notice the way they turned their backs on her and hoped the man behind her didn’t notice, either.

Finally she spied two seats together in the middle of the car. She hurried toward them, relieved to let her packages tumble onto the seat.

“Um.” He was right behind her. “That’s my seat.”

“Oh.” Her face reddened, but she wasn’t going to be intimidated by either his height or his muscle-honed body. She twisted to look at him.

That was a mistake. His face nearly made her gulp. Classic hunk material. All chiseled lines and sharp-angled cheekbones topped by beach-bum-blond hair and rich blue eyes that seemed to bore into her. Alicia inhaled and focused.

“Both seats are yours?”

“Technically, one is my daughter’s, but she’s sleeping over there.” He jerked a hand toward the seats across the aisle. A preteen girl lay sprawled across the two reclining chairs, her long black hair spread around her like a curtain. “Giselle wasn’t feeling well earlier so I’d rather not wake her. It would be better if we could share these two seats.” His short, terse tone dared her to argue. When she didn’t respond, he glanced down at her packages spread across both seats then back up at her. “If you don’t mind?”

Actually, Alicia did mind.

The intimacy of sitting beside him made her very uncomfortable. Besides, she’d counted on catching some sleep before the train arrived in Churchill tomorrow morning. With this heartthrob sitting next to her the chances of that were as good as her winning the lottery; however, as the last person to board the train she was hardly in a position to argue.

He tapped his toe, clearly impatient for her decision. As if she had a choice. Still...she was making progress in her whole avoid men issue. She could do this.

“Uh, thanks for sharing.” Alicia tried to gather the packages, but she no sooner had a grip on two than the third popped out of her arms.

Usually she brought a bag for just this purpose, but somehow she’d misplaced it at the last stop when she’d left the train to pick up Mary Starblanket’s beaded earrings. Frustrated and embarrassed that everyone was now watching them, she tried to hide below the seat back and in the process lost all the packages she held.