“I know it’s short notice, darling, but I didn’t make this decision on a whim,” Ava said over her cell. She was riding in the back of one of her father’s many limousines. “And I won’t be gone forever.”
“I know but I will miss you,” Catherine said with a sad tone. Catherine was Ava’s best friend – from Ava’s side of things.
Ava laughed a little. “Are you sure you won’t miss having me under foot? You are a married woman now.”
“Of course, I’ll miss you. Cameron will, too. You know he’s grown fond of you.” Cameron Townsend was Catherine’s husband.
“That’s good to know,” Ava said with a smile. She glanced out the window. “Oh, I have to go. The driver is pulling into JFK now.”
“All right. Call me when you can.”
“I will. Kiss, kiss, hug, hug.” Ava clicked off.
Ava Bartholomew was twenty-seven-years-old and had no vision, purpose, prospects, or even a man in her life. Everyone she knew was either married or soon-to-be married or had a career. Ava had studied French at Vassar. There wasn’t much she could do with that degree. At the time, she didn’t think she needed to have a real career. Her – and her mother’s plan had been for Ava to get married to a man as wealthy as her father, have a child or two, be a socialite, and a supportive wife. Ava had the socialite thing down pat. It was the other things she struggled with. Under circumstances like this, she would have gone to her mother for advice. But Ava hadn’t spoken to her mother in a couple of years – not since Ava had caught her in bed with her now ex-boyfriend. And even he was married with a child now.
Ava was going to board one of her father’s two jets to go to Seattle to see one of her many siblings. Her father had been married five times, which resulted in him having twelve children – one was out of wedlock. Ava was the youngest daughter, but her little brother was the youngest of the whole pack at five-years-old.
Ava waited in the back of the limo as the driver and the flight attendant loaded her luggage on the plane. Once they were done, the driver opened the door for Ava. She smoothly got out, holding her Chanel purse and Louis Vuitton cosmetic case. She slowly walked up the stairs in her Louis Vuitton red bottom heels.
It didn’t take long for them to take off. She couldn’t wait to start her adventure. One of Catherine’s sisters, Caitlin, had gone on a sabbatical to find herself. Not only was Caitlin’s trip a success in discovering a new side of herself, she had also discovered a man – and married him. Granted, he was the son of the man she was dating at the time, but there was no doubt that Alexander Beaumont was the love of Caitlin’s life. Ava hoped for the same success on her trip.
Of course, Ava was going to explore Seattle with her sister by her side and find her true self, but it would be nice to meet a man who was interested in her - not wanting to use her for their own means. There had been two men who had hurt her more than anything.
The first was Trevor Hudson, vice president billionaire of The Hudson Group. Yes, he had been a playboy with a sleuth of women at his disposal, but Ava had been his favorite. Ava had thought Trevor was going to settle down one day and marry her. He had settled down all right but he did it with one of his maids. Joanna Yoder, now Hudson, had been one of the maids at the Hudson estate. Trevor had seen her at a ball she had crashed and practically fell in love with her at first sight. He didn’t even know who she was until she showed up at the charity ball. The star crossed lovers had eloped to Maine of all places. When they had returned, they found it fit to through themselves a surprise reception – the guests being the ones surprised, including Ava and her mother. Ava had been so humiliated she had rushed out of their all the while shoving her mother to the door.
The second man was Derek Dawson. A few months after she was made to feel like a fool at Trevor’s wedding reception, Derek had called her up. He had invited her to his club, The Oasis, for some fun. He had even offered to pay her tab while there. So, Ava had accepted his invitation. Derek had doted on her there, making sure she was having a good time and that she was comfortable. The next day he had called her and asked her out on a real date. They had gotten along so well it made Ava think they could have something serious down the road. Then the roof had caved in when Ava had shown up at The Oasis one afternoon. Since it was daytime, the club was closed, but Derek had a loft on the third floor of the building. He had invited Ava over for lunch that he was going to cook himself.
The front door was open so Ava walked in. She had called out but no answer. That’s when she had taken into consideration that she was almost an hour early. So, Ava had ventured upstairs, thinking he was up there. And he was – naked and in bed with her very own mother. Between Ava’s hysterically screaming and crying, she had learned her mother had arranged for Derek to ask Ava out. In return, Derek had received impromptu favors from her mother. That had been the second most humiliating thing that had ever happened to Ava. She hadn’t spoken to her mother since.
It took five and a half hours to get to Seattle from New York. The flight attendant had just informed Ava that they just entered Montana air space. It shouldn’t be much longer.
All of a sudden there was a loud clanking noise.
Ava stilled. “Oh, god. Is that coming from the plane?”
Ava got her answer when a loud boom echoed around the jet and the flight attendant screamed from the next room.
“Ms. Bartholomew, put on your seatbelt now,” the pilot ordered urgently over. “There has been a malfunction in the engine. We have to land immediately.”
Ava did what the pilot said. Next thing she knew, there was a long and loud noise that sounded like the mother of all horseflies had taken over the plane as it tilted forward by the nose.
My god! Are we going to crash?
She woke up to the smell of smoke and ash. The sound of a million pieces of paper being crinkled up echoed around her. She opened her eyes to see charred items around her. Her head thumped and her eyes felt crossed. She was in the middle of a fire – or the beginnings of a fire. It didn’t look like she had long. She did her best to stand, unsteady on her feet. She hissed as pain shot through her lower arm. A loud banging got her attention. It appeared the fire was spreading to some crunched medal to her right. She grunted as she looked around, trying to find a safe path to get away from what appeared to be a disaster area. Luckily, one was to her left. She limped as fast as she could. A brown case with intricate patterns got her attention on the way. She didn’t know what was in it but grabbed it just in case it would be useful. She continued to limp away from the wreckage. She coughed from the smoke. Once she got some distance from the fire, she turned around and looked.
A few hours later . . . She was admitted through the Billings Clinic Hospital emergency room. She explained what had happened – or what she thought might have happened. The staff was efficient and fast. They had taken X-rays, done a CT Scan, and an MRI. Once that was done, the ER doctor admitted her as an inpatient. All of her tests results weren’t back yet but what they could tell so far was she had a concussion, her left arm was broken, and she had a sprained ankle. Bruises and cuts were on her arms and legs. There was even a large red bruise on the side of her abdomen that she didn’t know she had. Apparently, she had a few cracked ribs as well. Pssh, all she really knew was she was sore all over her body. The Tylenol Redd had given her only took forty percent of the pain away for a few hours. Once they got her a room and settled in, Redd came to visit her for an hour and then said he had to go. “I’m always on the road, but if you nee
Three days later . . . Lester Bartholomew, billionaire publicist and investor, paced the carpeted floor in his study. His wife, Lisa, was watching him as he did. “Don’t fret. I’m sure the police will find her soon,” Lisa said with soothing in her tone. Lester stopped dead in his tracks. “It’s been three days. Ava couldn’t have wondered off in a haze that far from the crash.” “I’m starting to think my original assumption was right, Lester,” she said. “Ava got to the main road to flag someone down for help. Like you said, it has been three days.” “Yes. Maybe so . . . dear, god. Do you think someone who meant her harm could have taken her?” “I hope not, but Ava can be pretty feisty sometimes. She can get away from someone like that.” “Not if she was injured, and she had to have sustained some sort of injury in a crash like that.” The pilot and the flight attendant’s bodies had been found in
Eighteen months earlier . . . Ray was tired of being in the dark. He wanted to know what was going on with his wife and he wanted to know now. For the past six months, Lillian has been acting strangely and out of character. She was more argumentative and unsatisfied. No matter what Ray did it wasn’t enough or what she wanted. It was like she was a totally different person. Also, Lillian would disappear hours at a time with no believable explanation to where she had been. Recently, Lillian had expressed aspirations of being a professional country singer. Ray didn’t have a problem with it per se but it was hard to make it in the music business no matter how good a person could sing. And they had two children that needed to be cared for. He had tried telling Lillian that, but she had taken it the wrong way. She accused him of trying to stifle her dreams. “Why are you trying to keep me in a box? I’m a great singer and you know it. And the b
The present . . . Three months later . . . It had been three months since the plane crash, and Ava was doing somewhat well. Her bruises and scratches had faded away to her relief, and her sprained ankle had heeled six weeks ago. She had just gotten the cast removed from her arm yesterday. However, she wasn’t making any progress in recovering her memories. Her behavioral neurologist and psychologist had told her to not be discouraged, but she couldn’t help it. She loved Mrs. Porter but she wanted her own life . . . and place. It was Labor Day weekend in Helena and the city was hosting an event in the park for the holiday. The city park was open to citizens who wanted to picnic and play games that were provided by the city. Ava attended the event with Mr. and Mrs. Porter and one of their sons. He came to visit for the holiday. Mr. Porter, didn’t have to pull a haul until Tuesday so he was home for a few days.After A
Raymond Steele flipped the burgers on the grill. He had just finished flipping the steaks. He had brought his family to Helena for the Labor Day picnic in the park and firework show later on. He had come with his family and some of his employees on the ranch. The employees had brought their families. Taking all that into account, there were at least thirty of them. Luckily, they were able to find a spot that had two picnic tables. The guys put the table together, making it easy for them to set up a buffet style meal. While everyone was off doing there on thing and exploring, Ray elected to stay at the grill. Sometimes cooking on the grill relaxed him – like now. The sun was going down. Almost everyone had eaten. Ray cooked the rest of the meat so it wouldn’t go bad. It wasn’t that much left. Just six burgers and four steaks. Ray put down the spatula and exhaled. He stepped away from the heat of the grill to take in the scenery. Helena ha
One month later . . . HELP WANTED Experienced nanny who can cook and clean. Will be required to cook for over twenty-five ppl at times. Living quarters included with salary at The Cross Creek Ranch in Townsend. Salary neg. and depending on experience. Ava lowered the classified section of the paper and looked at Maeve Porter. “You want me to apply to this ad? I don’t have any experience with children – or doing anything that the ad mentioned. “I know, honey, but you do know how to do those things except the nanny part and well, that will be a piece of cake
The next day . . . Maeve pulled her SUV into the drive way of the five-bedroom ranch house. There was a two-car garage in front of them. Ava and Maeve got out and walked to the front door. Ray was supposed to be waiting for them inside. Maeve had called ahead to tell him that she had the perfect candidate for him. Ray opened the door before they could think about knocking. His brows rose at Ava. “Ladies,” he greeted. “Miss Ava, are you the one Mrs. Porter was talking about? The one who was interested in the job?” “I am,” Ava answered softly. “I . . . see,” he sounded out slowly. “Come in.” He stood aside to let them cross the threshold. They walked into the living room. It hadn’t changed much for the exception of the pictures of Lillian being gone. The furniture was hunter green, including the two oversized arm chairs. The wall to the far side of the room with the fireplace was painted dark green. The
A week later . . .The past seven days had been a whirlwind. Dax had passed his driver’s test – he was finally a licensed driver no learner’s required. The family attended the last Boy Scout badge ceremony for the year. Tom had earned four badges. They had even taken a picture together. They had all insisted Ava be in the picture with them. Ava helped the boys with their Christmas shopping. Last night, for the first time in three years, the Steeles had a Christmas party for the ranch hands and their families. The ranch hands’ significant others had brought a dish so Ava only had to cook two dishes herself. And tonight was the Christmas service and program at St. John’s Episcopal Church.Ava was dressed in a Santa’s helper outfit. She donned the infamous Santa hat on her head. The hem of the red swinging skirt of her dress came to her knees trimmed in white fur along the hem. A five inch, black belt was around her waist and the collar of the dress was cut in a V-shaped with white rabb
Ray had to get back to the house quick. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten his yearly donation to the church. Then again, he had a lot going on during the past several weeks. He was able to get into the house and sneak to the study to quickly write the checks without no one seeing him. Then he emerged from the study to the living room. Thankfully, Ava was keeping them busy like he had asked her to over the phone. “Ray,” Father Calvin said as he and Mrs. Foster stood. “Father. Thanks for waiting on me. Both of you,” Ray said. “Here you go.” “Thank you for addressing the matter so quickly,” Mrs. Foster said as she dropped the envelope with the check in her medium size purse. “Yes, thank you. And are you and your family going to come to the Christmas program this year?” Father Calvin asked. “We miss seeing you and your sons every year.” “Oh . . . um.” Ray hadn’t been to church for Christmas since Lillian had left.
Monday . . . Ray and Ava had arrived back to Townsend around ten a.m. The boys were already in school and Jesse and the hands were out on the range. Ray and Ava had spent their extra day in Kalispell in bed. The owners had said that only Ray’s room was available for Sunday but Ava’s had been booked. It was no big deal as far as they had been concerned. Ava just moved into Ray’s room for one day – and it was the best day Ray has had in a very long time. After Ray had helped Ava to get her packages and luggage to the cottage, they had a quickie. Afterwards, he reluctantly left her to go to the stables. He wanted to check on Nicklaus and the rest of the horses. Ray had no idea how Nicklaus’s trip had gone so he radioed Jesse to meet him at the stables. Ray was looking over his favorite horse when Jesse walked in – with Gill, Lance, and Matthew. They caught him up to speed and said it was good to have him back.For some reason, Lance seemed
Ray had won first place for bull riding and breakaway roping. He had two blue ribbons and nine thousand dollars in prize money. “I had no idea the prize money was so substantial in a rodeo,” Ava said as they walked upstairs at The Coyote Bluff Estate. Ray nodded. “Contestants can win up to ten to twelve thousand, depending on how many people are in the contests and how many there are in.” “Wow,” Ava mumbled. They got outside of their rooms. “So . . . would you like to come to my room tonight?” Ray asked. Ava’s body tingled all over at the proposition. “Yes. Just let me grab some things, and I’ll be right over.” **** Ray had taken off his boots and socks. His clothes were dusty and dirty and so was he. He had asked Ava to give him a half hour to take a quick shower. He didn’t want to smell like horse sweat and dust
What the hell was I thinking? I haven’t rode a bull in five years. The same for barrel racing. Roping a calf? I do that all the time. But the other things I’m rusty on. I gotta be. I’m older now, too. I could break my damn neck out there. But it was too late now. Ray had paid the entry fees for the three contests and met Lou’s new wife, all the while Ava looked up at him dreamily like a teenage girl who had a big crush. He couldn’t back out. He would look like a coward if he did. And he didn’t want to disappoint Ava. She seemed excited at the prospect of him possibly breaking his neck in the arena. Nathan and Kevin had congratulated Ray and Ava on their new relationship. And asked about how the rest of the football season went for the Broadwater Bulldogs. They had nearly flipped out of their boots when Ray had told them the Bulldogs had won the championship game. Then they had hooted and hollered when Ray told them how well Dax had played that nigh
Ava finished getting ready as quick as she could. She couldn’t wait for Ray to come back over. So, she went to his door. Ray opened it with a smile. “Couldn’t wait to see me again, huh?” He wore a maroon-colored long sleeve shirt with pearl snap buttons and black jeans. Ava grinned. “I always love to see you and as fast as I can, but . . . I came over instead of waiting for you because I had another memory as I was getting dressed. This was the first memory she has told him about in a while. She hadn’t told him about the last few. “Oh?” Ray said as he stood aside, letting her in. Ava walked in as she told him about what she had remembered. “I could have been to Townsend before. I mean . . . the woman invited me to her wedding to a man with the last name Townsend. He could be a descendant of the founder of the town. Or a descendant of someone who lived in the town when it was first established.” “Hmm. I don’t know,
Ava was practically purring like a cat that was being rubbed the right way when Ray began moving up her body. He couldn’t hold out anymore. His goal was to give her as much pleasure as he could as a reward for being so patient while he sorted himself out. Ray hadn’t meant to make her cum so early like that, but the sound of her moans – and knowing he was the cause of it made him want to prove that he could satisfy her. And he was about to do it again whether she was ready or not. Ray got on his knees and lifted one smooth, luscious leg and placed it against him. Ava sultrily widened the other, knowing what he was about to do. He grabbed his manhood and placed the tip at her opening. Then he pushed in. “Uh,” Ava moaned as he slowly entered her soaking, wet pussy. Ray tried going slow at first since she was so tight, but something rose up in him. Like an animal had awakened in him that smelled a hottie in heat. He began thrusting in her –
Ava pulled out of the kiss. “Kissing me isn’t going to fix this, Ray.” He released her. “I know,” he said as he entered the room, making her walk backwards a few steps. Once he had enough room, he turned to close the door and secured the deadbolt. “Oh, no,” Ava began sternly. “You’re not staying so we can talk. I’m done, Ray.” “I know,” he said as he took of his coat and black Stetson. As he tossed the hat on the desk and the coat on the chair, Ava said, “I mean it. Don’t get comfortable because you are not staying. I mean it.” “I know.” He loosened the first top buttons of his shirt then he had the nerve to sit on the edge of the king size bed. “What the hell are you doing?” “Taking my boots off,” he answered like there was nothing unorthodox about what he was doing. “Why are you – I don’t care why just leave them on and get out.” Ava walked to the other side of the room.
“Hey, Ray,” Troy greeted as he approached. “Hey. You guys have fun?” Ray asked and sipped his scotch. “Oh, yeah. It was great. Me and my friends were talking and we hoped Ava would come with us tonight to a club.” “What she say?” “I don’t know, yet. My friends are asking her now but I had a feeling she wouldn’t say yes unless it’s okay with you.” “Oh. Well, if she really wants to go –” “You’ll be okay with that?” “Yeah.” “There’s just one thing, though.” “What?” “Um . . . do you mind staying behind? No offense. You’re a really cool guy but it would be pretty awkward to go to a nightclub with someone’s dad.” “What?” Ray said as his eyes narrowed. “Look, I’m sure you and Ava came up here to spend some father/daughter time together and I – I mean we don’t want to interfere in that, but, surely, you can give her one night out with peop