She glanced from the canopy where she and Jess waited toward the crowd that had gathered for the wedding. Adam had literally invited the whole town. As Chief of Police, he’d felt like he had to. And a lot of people had come. She could barely see his shoulders near the balloon arch, and everything seemed about ready.
“When you get married, you’ll understand.” She gazed at her son. “Are you ready for this? Lots of changes ahead.”
He shrugged, some of his surly teenage behavior in the movement. “It’s fine.”
“Your bedroom is bigger.” They were moving in with Adam, as his house was bigger, had a better yard for the dogs, and sat closer to the beach he loved so much.
Judge Young, one of Adam’s acquaintances on the City Council, emerged from under the balloon arch, and Janey’s mouth went dry. “It’s time.”
Jess linked his arm through hers and smiled at her. “I’m glad you’re marrying him, Mom.”
“Me too, Jess. Me too.”
The wedding march started, piped into the park by the town’s amplification system tethered to the street lamps and park lights. A long, black carpet had been laid as an aisle between the rows and rows of chairs.
Janey supposed she should be used to all the people staring at her by now, but the weight of all those eyes still got to her. She hoped she wouldn’t trip, and she kept a tight grip on Jess’s arm.
He delivered her to Adam, who gave Jess a fist bump before twining his fingers between Janey’s. “My love,” he whispered before facing the judge.
Janey had never felt so cherished by such simple words. But when Adam said he loved her, Janey knew it was true. Love and joy seeped through her, and the warmth from Adam’s body beside hers made everything in the world absolutely right.
When it was her turn to say yes, she said it loud and clear, hoping the person in the very back row would be able to hear her. When Adam said it, his voice caught on the S-sound, and she squeezed his hand.
“You may kiss your wife,” Judge Young said, and Adam bent her over, a twinkle of laughter in his eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips only millimeters from hers.
“I love you too.”
He kissed her, and Janey didn’t care if the time she’d had with him was all she got. Every second had been precious, and while she hoped for many, many more, she felt lucky to have gotten what she already had.
“Mom,” Jess hissed, and Adam finally stopped kissing her. He helped her straighten and he lifted their joined hands in the air to thunderous applause.
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Sneak Peek! Romance in Red Chapter One
“Hey, Uno.” Bennett Patterson took a moment to bend down and pat the Dalmatian that greeted all the firefighters when they came into work. The dog had been a gift from Fire House Two to Fire House One when their previous dog had passed away.
Bennett had spent a fair bit of time training Uno how to jump into the fire truck, where to ride, and what to do on the job.
Not that they had many of those in Hawthorne Harbor. But hey, Bennett and all the other firefighters were prepared, right down to their canine mascot.
He sighed as he straightened, not quite sure if he was ready for his overnight shift. He did like sleeping at the station, because at least then he wasn’t home alone.
Not alone, he thought as he went to put his food in the fridge. Charles was on tonight too, so he’d cook dinner, and Bennett’s mouth was already watering.
And he wasn’t really alone at home. He had Gemma, the big, black Labrador retriever to keep him company. He’d gotten the dog when she was a puppy, right after his marriage had dissolved.
Bennett pushed away the thoughts and took a deep breath. This, right here. Fire House One. This was where he belonged, and where he wanted to be, even if the possibility of getting a job more interesting that saving a cat from a hot tin roof was slim to none.
Heck, he probably wouldn’t even get to save the cat.
Normally, he didn’t mind. He’d work out, and read a little to Uno. The Dalmatian didn’t care that Bennett took a little longer on some words as he tried to get his dyslexia to cooperate with his brain. He’d maybe call Jason, his best friend, over at the police station and see if they could go out on a patrol. Something.
Somehow, Bennett would find a way to fill the hours.
“There you are.” Charles Hiatt appeared in the kitchen too. “You ready for tonight? I brought ribs and brisket.”
Bennett grinned at his fellow firefighter. “Totally ready. Did Melinda make any of that potato salad?”
“As a matter of fact.” Charles lifted a blue bowl the size of a watermelon, and Bennett grinned.
Charles opened the fridge and started moving things around inside it to make room of the vat of potato salad. “Did you see the note from the Chief?”
“Nope, I just got here.” Bennett wasn’t going to let Charles know about his internal pep talk, or the fact that he was bored out of his mind in this job.
It was a job, and one Bennett wanted, despite certain drawbacks.
“Inspection by Monday.” Charles shoved the bowl inside and closed the fridge in a hurry, grinning like he’d just solved the problem of childhood hunger.
Bennett groaned. “Inspection?” That meant hours of cleaning the station. Not so much as a single dog hair should be found, and wow, Uno lost a lot of hair.
“Oh, come on.” Charles grinned and clapped one giant hand on Bennett’s shoulder. “It’ll give us something to do, at least.”
Bennett nodded, already mourning the loss of a lazy afternoon ride in the police cruiser, maybe with enough time to stop down at the beach for a snack.
“You didn’t bring Gemma?” Charles looked around as if the dog was simply playing hide and seek.
“I let Nelly have her this time.” Bennett turned away from Charles and opened the cupboard where the cleaning supplies were kept.
“That kid.” Charles chuckled as he took the broom from its spot in the corner. “You’re going to spoil her, and then you’ll be sorry.”
Bennett shrugged, not really caring if he spoiled the cute five-year-old who lived next door. Her parents loved Gemma too, and this way, everyone got to enjoy the dog and only Bennett had to take care of her. Sort of. The Yardley’s would certainly care for Gemma for the next two days until Bennett returned home. It was like they’d come to a joint custody arrangement for the black lab. So what if it had all come about because Nelly-the-five-year-old had the biggest blue eyes on the planet? Blue eyes Bennett hadn’t been able to say no to. Her parents either, apparently.
As he wiped and scrubbed, dusted and swept, he listened to Charles hum and then sing. Uno followed them everywhere they went, and Bennett’s bad mood quickly moved into something more positive.
“Hey, are you still handy with a hammer?” Charles asked after they’d sat down to lunch.
“Sometimes,” Bennett said, looking at his friend. Charles seemed made of shades of brown. His eyes were the darkest, just a step or two below his hair. His skin sat a shade above that.
“Melinda wants to expand our back deck. I told her you might be able to do it.?
??
The prospect of another carpentry project brought a tingle of excitement to Bennett’s fingertips. He tried to ignore how a deck had lifted his blood pressure.
“I can come look,” he said casually. “When we get off tomorrow.” He really wanted to go right now. If a call came in—he wasn’t holding his breath—it would forward to their cell phones.
“Great.”
Chief Harvey walked in, sniffing like he was part bloodhound. “Place smells great, guys. You must’ve gotten my note.”
“Yes, sir,” Charles said, practically saluting with his barking voice.
Bennett rolled his eyes and took another bite of potato salad, reasoning that he had a job, friends, a dog, and this delicious salad. He didn’t need anything else.
But the void he’d felt in his life these past few months simply wouldn’t budge, even when he stuffed himself full of potato salad and then, later, ribs.
The white light woke him a split second before the shrill ring of the telephone. Bennett sat up, all his senses on high alert as that blinding light continued to flash and the phone got covered with the sound of an alarm.
“Finally,” he said, pulling on his pants, then his fire suit and boots. He grabbed his hat and made it into the truck bay four steps ahead of Charles.
“What’s the call?” he asked. “Come on, Uno. Load up.”
The Dalmatian jumped into the truck and Bennett followed.
Charles read a meaningless address to Bennett, who though he now lived in Hawthorne Harbor had grown up in Bell Hill. Besides, he didn’t know every residential address.
“Neighbor reported flames,” Charles said, starting the truck, which roared to life and sent vibrations down Bennett’s spine.
The alarm sounded one more time, and then quieted. Charles put the siren on, and they picked up speed as they moved down Main Street toward the north end of town.
Hawthorne Harbor wasn’t that big, but it took several turns to get to the address. Bennett’s hopes fell when they pulled up and found several people standing on the lawn.
There were no flames to be seen.
No fire.
Bennett got out of the truck anyway, his suit suddenly heavy and ridiculous. Charles took the lead, as he was the lead on duty that night, and Bennett waited with Uno.
“I saw smoke,” a woman said. “And then the bright flash of flames. I didn’t know if anyone was home. She’d just moved in.”
“Who lives here?” Charles asked.
“I can’t remember her name.” The woman’s hands clawed at themselves. “I don’t see her car, and she hasn’t come out.”
Just then, the front door to the quaint little cottage opened, and a female figure appeared in the rectangle of light.
Charles said, “Thank you,” and moved toward the woman, Bennett in tow.
“Ma’am,” he called. “Are you okay?”
“I got the fire out,” she said, her voice not quite as appreciative as Bennett would’ve liked.
He also recognized the voice, from somewhere in his far distant past. He couldn’t quite place it immediately, and it seemed like she had a spotlight framing her, because he couldn’t see her either.
“Well, we need to check it out,” Charles said in his best fatherly tone. Not too condescending. Not too demanding. Just like, Oh, it’s not big deal, but we’re here so we’ll take a look.
Bennett needed to work on his tone, as most of what he said ended up sounding like a bark.
“Fine.” The woman turned, her long hair swishing in the light, and went back in the house without inviting them in.
Another memory stirred inside Bennett’s mind. He’d seen hair like that. Touched it….
“Can’t be,” he muttered to himself. Jennie Zimmerman had left Hawthorne Harbor two decades ago, vowing never to come back.
He followed Charles into the house, which admittedly, didn’t seem like it was even remotely on fire.
“Something just sparked in my kiln,” she said irritably. “It was nothing. A few flames for a few seconds. I honestly don’t know how anyone saw it.”
She folded her arms and stood outside of a doorway. “You can’t touch anything.”
Charles walked right past her, and she turned her face toward Bennett’s.
His breath stuck somewhere behind his lungs, making a choking sound gargle from his throat.
It was Jennie Zimmerman, and she was just as blonde, just as blue-eyed, and just as beautiful as she’d been in high school.
She glared at him as if they hadn’t gone out several times, as if he hadn’t taken her to his senior prom, as if he hadn’t been her first kiss.
“Hello, Jennie,” he managed to say. He wanted to shout, Do you remember me? Why are you looking at me like that?
“Bennett?” Her expression didn’t soften. If anything, she cinched her arms tighter around herself.
“Bennett,” Charles called, and Bennett held her gaze for one more moment before stepping into the art studio.
It looked less like a place someone could create beautiful work and more like a paint bomb had gone off.
Or a plaster bomb. Probably both. Multiple times.
He couldn’t glance from surface to surface fast enough, couldn’t absorb all the different mediums in the room—or place the smell that hit him like a sucker punch.
“I mean it,” Jennie said, squeezing in behind him. “I’m in the middle of four commissioned pieces, and you can’t touch anything.”
Charles had bent over a huge contraption in the corner, and Bennett stepped through the chaos of brushes, wire, boxes of clay, paint, and dozens of other supplies to get to him.
His suit was so bulky, he couldn’t help touching the tiniest corner of some things, and Jennie sighed heavily behind him.
He wanted to round on her and let her have it. This place was a fire waiting to happen. One spark from the kiln…she was lucky it hadn’t ignited some cleaning fluid or any of the dozens of parchments she had stacked on a table.
“This outlet,” Charles indicated it, and Bennett immediately saw the black singe marks.
“Shorted,” he said.
“Sparked,” Charles confirmed. “Ma’am, you’ll have to replace this outlet.”
Jennie crammed herself into the tight space with Charles and Bennett, her weight pressing against Bennett’s side. He told himself not to take a deep breath of her, not to try to find that underlying scent of flowers and fruit she always had. But he did it anyway.
And beneath the scorching smell, and the industrial powder smell of art supplies, he found it.
A sigh passed through his body, and Bennett wondered if maybe he had room for one more thing in his life.
Then Jennie said, “Still bald, I see,” and backed up.
Bennett gave Charles a bit more room too, retreating and blinking at Jennie as he tried to make his brain work.
“I don’t know how one goes about becoming un-bald,” he said. At least it wasn’t a bark. He stroked one gloved hand down his very full beard, which he took great pride in as he couldn’t seem to get the top of his head to grown hair.
“Still unhappy to be in Hawthorne Harbor, I see.” Bennett saw the punch his words carried as Jennie flinched, her face contorting for a moment before she smoothed it back to normal.
She opened her mouth to say something—another insult, no doubt—and burst into tears instead.
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BELOVED IN BLUE
Book Two, Hawthorne Harbor Romance series
by Elana Johnson
Copyright © 2018 by AEJ Creative Works Inc, Elana Johnson
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