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
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
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
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
Beloved Mayor Dies in Tragic Accident. The bold letters across his screen screamed at him. The traffic noise coming through the windows, the clacking of his assistant's nails on her keyboard, and the chatter of employees in the office all faded away. As if a switch had been flipped, the normal sounds were replaced by a roar in his head like a giant waterfall. He felt an icy chill skitter down his spine followed almost immediately by a burning rage in the pit of his stomach. He forced himself to look at the monitor again. There was no mistake. It was him. His picture was there in vivid color below the headline. Jonah Carrington, the man he had hated his entire life, the man who, ironically, had also set him on his path to success, was gone. God damn it!Wyck threw the first thing his hand touched, a stress ball, at the wall. It made a wholly unsatisfying, soft thunk against the sheetrock. He abruptly jolted from his seat and ran his hands through his carefully styled black waves in fr
Harper had always thought that driving through snow at night must be what rocketing through space looked like. The white flakes looked like tiny points of light speeding around them in the darkness – like hitting warp speed on the Enterprise. Her Scotty was currently white-knuckling it along a narrow, winding country road. Her best friend, Cam, was a city boy through and through. He hadn't even gotten his drivers' license until he had moved to Raleigh, North Carolina from London at twenty-five. He told her he hadn't needed it until then with public transport as good as it was in the city of his birth. "The Tube, love, is a glorious thing," he'd told her more than once. "Raleigh should really invest in their own."Raleigh, however, didn't have a subway and buses weren't exactly easy to get around on. Cam managed well enough, however, navigating in the bumper-to-bumper traffic there and traveling at high speeds on the interstate that surrounded it, but the mountain roads of southwest V
In his dark suit, Wyck blended in with the shadows of the trees that lined the small cemetery. He'd felt the need to be there, to see her, but didn't want to intrude on the family. Not today.Generations of Carringtons were buried here. For a bit of privacy, he and Harper used to come out here and simply sit on a blanket and look out over the valley, sipping at a proffered bottle of wine from Jonah's wine fridge or some apple pie moonshine he'd bought off a friend. A smile tugged at his lips at the thought of Harper's first taste of the homemade brew."Oh my God!" She'd sputtered and coughed as the clear liquid ran down her throat. "How does anyone drink this stuff?" She rubbed a hand against her chest no doubt trying to quell the burning."You're supposed to sip it, not take a giant gulp," Wyck had said, rubbing her back and trying not to laugh. "Now you tell me!" She narrowed her beautiful eyes at him and gave him a little punch to the arm.He'd scooted closer to her and pulled her
Wyck had given the front of the house a wide berth and made his way to the kitchen doorway that opened into the back gardens. He'd come this way to avoid the crowds of mourners, well-wishers, and, honestly, looky-loos, who had invaded the Carrington home after the public memorial service. He wasn't ready to run the gauntlet of people from his past looking to 'catch up' after fifteen years away. He also hadn't told his parents he was back yet, though he seriously doubted they would be in attendance at today's gathering. On second thought, however, his mother did belong to the ladies' group at the church that Mitzi ran. No matter how little Katie Crockett might have, she always said there was someone who was worse off, and it was her Christian duty to help. Working two to three jobs over many years had aged his mom and dad before their time and it saddened him to see new lines on their faces every time he visited. Those visits had been few and far between, however, and that ate at his