Harper dragged her eyelids open the next morning realizing she was in her bed but not remembering how she got there. When she looked at the clock on the fireplace mantle, she saw it was 8:30. She had managed to get a couple of hours sleep after all. Looking up at the canopy over her bed, she sighed. She needed to get dressed and go downstairs to face the day though she was loathe to. She and her sisters had a lot of talking to do. Pulling on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen. Her sisters were already there eating breakfast and nodded in greeting. None of them were big morning people. After pouring herself a cup of coffee, she sat down at the big kitchen table with them. She'd glanced at the muffins and bacon on the kitchen island but sat down without making a plate.“Not hungry?” Brenna asked, reaching for her glass of juice. “Not really. Too much on my mind. How’s Mama this morning?” Harper asked.Brenna shrugged. “About the same. She's le
Not having planned on staying in Carrington Ridge more than a couple of days, Wyck found his wardrobe and supplies quickly dwindling. The hotel offered to send some things to the cleaners, but in the meantime, he figured he'd make a trip to the local Wal-Mart for some essentials. Thirty minutes later, he was not at all sure the trip had been a good idea. In Richmond, he was normally out of a store in minutes not making eye contact with anyone but the cashier—and that was hit or miss. They were on their phones or talking to coworkers just as often. Here in Carrington Ridge, everyone met your eye, usually with a smile, and if they knew you, stopped to chat. Sometimes, even if they didn't. Today, every aisle was a minefield of people who recognized him and needed to 'catch up'. He was exhausted and hadn't even gotten half the things on his list yet. Wyck started down the aisle again, rubbing his forehead where a headache was just starting to bloom. He had to admit that part of him enjo
Not having planned on staying in Carrington Ridge more than a couple of days, Wyck found his wardrobe and supplies quickly dwindling. The hotel offered to send some things to the cleaners, but in the meantime, he figured he'd make a trip to the local Wal-Mart for some essentials. Thirty minutes later, he was not at all sure the trip had been a good idea. In Richmond, he was normally out of a store in minutes not making eye contact with anyone but the cashier—and that was hit or miss. They were on their phones or talking to coworkers just as often. Here in Carrington Ridge, everyone met your eye, usually with a smile, and if they knew you, stopped to chat. Sometimes, even if they didn't. Today, every aisle was a minefield of people who recognized him and needed to 'catch up'. He was exhausted and hadn't even gotten half the things on his list yet. Wyck started down the aisle again, rubbing his forehead where a headache was just starting to bloom. He had to admit that part of him enjo
Not having planned on staying in Carrington Ridge more than a couple of days, Wyck found his wardrobe and supplies quickly dwindling. The hotel offered to send some things to the cleaners, but in the meantime, he figured he'd make a trip to the local Wal-Mart for some essentials. Thirty minutes later, he was not at all sure the trip had been a good idea. In Richmond, he was normally out of a store in minutes not making eye contact with anyone but the cashier—and that was hit or miss. They were on their phones or talking to coworkers just as often. Here in Carrington Ridge, everyone met your eye, usually with a smile, and if they knew you, stopped to chat. Sometimes, even if they didn't. Today, every aisle was a minefield of people who recognized him and needed to 'catch up'. He was exhausted and hadn't even gotten half the things on his list yet. Wyck started down the aisle again, rubbing his forehead where a headache was just starting to bloom. He had to admit that part of him enjo
Wyck turned on his best smile as Harper mounted the steps. She looks like she's going to the gallows, he thought. I need to remedy that. "Harper! This is a surprise."Harper's lips turned up in a grim smile. "For me, too. I went for a drive and just kinda ended up here," she confessed."C'mon in out of the cold now that you're here. It's freezing." Wyck moved aside and ushered her in. "Can I take your coat?""Um, I guess. Thanks," Harper replied, glancing around the familiar room. File folders were piled on the old coffee table with a glass filled with dark amber liquid. A fire crackled in the fireplace making the small room warm as toast."So, are you renting this place now?" she asked, confused by the new lived-in feel of the place."Just bought it actually," Wyck replied. "Have a seat," he offered as he hung her coat on a hook behind the door. "It looks like you're working. I don't want to interrupt," Harper noted."Not at all," Wyck assured her. "Nothing that I can't do tomorrow
Wyck was afraid to breathe. They had sat together, watching the moon, finishing the cheesecake and their wine, listening to the fire crackling in the hearth. When Harper still made no move to pull away from him, Wyck closed his eyes and let the scent of her coconut shampoo fill his nostrils. This was where he needed to be. Always. He stroked her arm over her sweater as she snuggled closer into him. He felt the stress of the day melt away from him as he tightened his arm around her shoulder. He wanted to say something. To pull up another memory for them to share. To remind her how good they had been together. Before he could come up with anything, a cashmere-covered arm was draping over his middle and resting on his waist. He looked down. Sure enough, Harper was sound asleep. The stress she'd been under must have finally consumed her. He remembered how she'd always pulled him closer to her while she slept. He didn't think she was aware she did it, but he'd always loved it. Even in sl
Wyck laid her back carefully on the wide leather sofa, never taking his lips from hers. She was so sweet. So soft. A thousand times better in the flesh than in his memories. He thanked God he didn't feel any resistance from her at all. She was with him.Her hands stroked his back and his shoulders as he ran his own down her side. Wyck squeezed her ass and drew up a denim-clad thigh to plant himself in the center of her. He tilted his hips against her core and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. Wrapping an arm under her waist, he drew her tighter against him as he left her mouth and nipped the sensitive skin of her neck alternating the little bites with kisses all the way down to her collarbones. Her fingers tried to find purchase in his short hair as he nosed the hollow of her throat and tried to get control of his breathing. He pushed himself up onto his knees and paused, looking down at her. She was glorious. Her hair a mess fanned across the small couch cushion, her lips red an
Harper threw an arm over her eyes as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might come out of her chest. She'd never experienced anything like that. Her skin still buzzed all over and her limbs felt like water. She didn't think she could have moved if the house caught on fire. In fact, she was surprised it wasn't on fire. She certainly was.She became aware of warmth climbing up her body again and soon felt kisses on her stomach, her waist, her breastbone. One kiss each on the top of each breast and then, he was moving up her neck. Her breath was just starting to slow when his lips covered hers again and she tasted her own desire along with Wyck. With a Herculean effort, she moved her arm from her eyes and wrapped it around his back, feeling the strong muscles bunch as he moved above her.Her legs had moved to encircle his waist when her thighs encountered cloth and not skin. He was still in his jeans. Something about that fact tried to c
While sunlight played on the dust motes swirling like miniature dancers all around the room, Elizabeth Carrington stood amidst the chaos of the deconstruction, her clipboard clutched to her chest like a shield. She knew the changes would transform her family home to a Bed & Breakfast and be another step to rebuilding the town that carried her family name, but there were days when the necessary destruction pained her. The excavation of memories, both joyous and sorrowful, buried beneath layers of plaster could be overwhelming. When she'd returned to Carrington Ridge to bury her father, she'd never planned to stay. She'd expected to do her duty and return to her life as an architect and project manager for the large company she worked for. Creating condos and businesses wasn't anything close to her dreams of restoring old buildings and making them come alive again, but it was a lucrative living and she'd built a solid reputation for herself. But when her sister, Harper, had latched on t
Harper peeked nervously out of the window watching as the last of the guest were seated under the large white tent. Outdoor heaters had been placed all around the space to keep everyone warm. She knew it was folly to plan an outdoor wedding in December, but she and Wyck didn't want to waste one more day being apart, and Harper wanted her wedding to take place at her new home, overlooking the valley she loved.The day had dawned cold and clear, the sun doing its winter best to shine for their big day. She swallowed a little nervously as she took in all the people. Most of the town must have shown up. "Ready for the red carpet, Love?" A warm voice asked behind her. Harper turned with a smile for her best friend. Cam had been a stalwart presence over the last year. He hadn't had any plans to move to a tiny mountain town when he brought her to Carrington Ridge to attend her father's funeral, but he'd taken all the changes in stride, falling in love with the town and people. And everyone
Though he still had dark periods and searing migraine pain, Harper learned when to hold him and when to give him space. Bit by bit, signs of her old Wyck re-emerged - his ready laugh, the teasing gleam in his eye, arms wrapping her close while they watched movies at night.One afternoon as the warmth of summer gave into the crispness of fall in the mountains, Harper arrived to find Wyck typing determinedly on his computer despite the tremors wracking his hands. His grin flashed when she appeared in the doorway."Are you up for a little drive?" Enthusiasm and mischief danced in his eyes. "What are you up to, Wyck Alan Crockett?" She'd never been able to think of him as a Ward. He'd always be a Crockett to her.Harper tried to sneak around behind him to see what he'd been working on, but he quickly shut the laptop before she could see.Wyck twisted to look up at her, more alive and eager than she'd seen him since the accident. "No peeking. It's a surprise." His eyes held a hint of his
Over the next hours, Wyck's parents and Harper shared stories from their childhood and their lives since leaving Carrington Ridge. Though he called often, Wyck had rarely ventured back to the town he'd grown up in. He'd even moved Marjorie and Hank to a new home overlooking the New River several years ago. Hearing these missing pieces, Harper felt even closer to the complex man she loved.Late that night after Wyck's parents reluctantly went to the hotel to rest, Harper dozed off still holding his hand. Around dawn, she gradually awoke to the feeling of fingers lightly brushing her hair. Disoriented, her eyes flew open.Wyck was watching her, his grey eyes finally open but still dulled with pain and medication. Harper jolted upright. "Wyck! You...you're awake!" He gave a faint, lopsided smile around the oxygen mask that had lived on his face since they had taken him off the ventilator. His fingers continued weakly combing through the length of her hair.Tears of awe and relief flooded
Harper startled as the waiting room door swung open. A tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and tortoiseshell glasses strode toward them, green scrubs wrinkled from hours in surgery. Harper's heart lodged in her throat as she shot to her feet. Was this the doctor? Did he bring news of Wyck?The man offered a tired smile. "Family of Wyck Ward?" At their anxious nods, he extended his hand. "I'm Dr. Nash. I operated on Mr. Ward."Harper clutched Brenna's hand tightly, bracing for his next words. Cam placed a comforting hand on her shoulder while the doctor gathered his thoughts.Finally Dr. Nash began solemnly. "Mr. Ward sustained very serious injuries in the accident. Major trauma to his abdomen required immediate surgery when he arrived. We had to remove his spleen and repair a severely lacerated liver."Harper swayed. Cam's grip tightened, anchoring her upright. She blinked back tears, gesturing for the doctor to continue."He also had several broken ribs, one of which punctured his lun
Cam followed right on the trooper's bumper flying down I-81 toward Roanoke. The flashing red and blue strobe lights hypnotized Harper. She was numb. And cold. So cold. All she could think of was the words Cam had spoken 'There's been an accident'. She couldn't really process anything after that. An accident. A single tear tracked down her cheek."He's going to be fine, Love. You've got to believe that." Cam gripped her hand as if he could ground her in reality by his touch alone. "He's young and strong."Harper didn't respond. Her hand lay limp in his grasp. She stared straight ahead."Harp? We're almost there. You just hang on, okay?" Brenna said from the back seat. Her voice wavered just a bit, but she wasn't crying any longer. "Elizabeth is bringing Mama. We'll all be here for you."Cam met Brenna's eyes for a moment in the rear-view mirror, silently worrying about what would happen to Harper if Wyck didn't make it. She would never forget the Trooper's calm, matter of fact voice as
Harper rested her forehead against Wyck's after kissing him again. She sighed heavily. "I hate you're going to miss the Artisan Market opening."Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Wyck drew back and met her sad hazel eyes. "I know, Angel. Believe me, I'd much rather be here." He pressed another fervent kiss to her lips. "But Davis says the board is demanding an in-person meeting in Richmond to review expansion plans."Wyck's jaw tightened with frustration as he explained the urgent summons that would pull him away for several days. The board of directors of his development company had been pushing aggressive ideas to take Ward Development national. But since starting the Carrington Ridge project, Wyck was committed to thoughtful growth focused on improving communities, not just chasing profits."Davis thinks they may try forcing a vote while I'm gone, so I can't risk brushing this off," he told her. "I know timing couldn't be worse with the market launch. I tried to delay but th
"Oh my!" Harper's hands flew to cover her mouth in surprise as she walked out onto the deck and took in the scene.A round table covered in a thick, white tablecloth sat there where only lounge chairs had been before. A beautiful centerpiece of hydrangeas and baby's breath sat in the middle and the table was set with silver and crystal. A strange man in a black shirt and pants pulled out a chair for her, "Ma'am?""What is all this?" she asked as she took the seat offered to her."This is just the beginning of all the things I want to give you." Wyck appeared behind her looking insanely handsome. His white linen pants were loose and his matching shirt was partially unbuttoned and had the sleeves rolled up to showcase his muscular, tan forearms. A little shudder of delight ran through her. When had forearms become sexy?Wyck took a seat and nodded at the man who had pulled out Harper's chair. He silently disappeared back into the house. "How did you get all this done without me knowing?
"Ready for our adventure?" Wyck leaned across the console of the Range Rover to steal a kiss, his smile boyish. "More than ready." Harper laughed happily, beyond ready for their romantic getaway. "I still can't believe you won't tell me where we're going."Wyck shot her a rakish smile and waggled his eyebrows. "You'll see soon enough. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."Rolling her eyes at him, she squeezed his hand and did as he recommended. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been on a true vacation. Building her real estate career had required lots of nights and weekends and continuing education classes in between. Since returning to Carrington Ridge and unexpectedly launching Legacy, her days had never been busier. Yet the work here fed her soul in a way her old career never had. Building McMansions and upscale townhomes in Raleigh catering to transplanted techies had been profitable, sure. But if Harper was honest, it had also been soul-sucking.The hum of the tires on the