âI know you miss Mom, honey. You realize you can always ask me about her, right?â
âOf course I do, Dad. But you have to admit you werenât as close to Mom as Claire was, not when you were little or even my age.â
Dutch looked into eyes as brown as Natalieâs had been. When did this little button of a girl turn into a young woman?
âNo. Youâre right about that.â Claire had been a part of Natalieâs life forever.
Dutch kissed Sashaâs forehead. âYou can go to Claireâs farm with me next time, but promise me you wonât get your hopes up too much.â
âDad, Iâm not going to force you guys to be friends or anything. I get it.â Her posture of maturity almost fooled him.
He knew Sasha didnât really get it. Sasha didnât want him to think she was playing matchmaker, but he saw the warning signs. She had no idea that once upon a time, he and Claire hadnât needed a matchmakerâ¦.
Dear Reader,
Claire and Dutchâs story is one Iâve wanted to write for a while. So many people talk about their high school sweethearts, whom they still remember, still think of. I wanted to explore this concept, but from a different angleâClaire and Dutch each allowed the other to get away all those years ago. But not before they inflicted emotional damage on themselves and those around them.
Atoning for past mistakes and hurts is one of the hardest things we ever have to do. First we need to admit that we messed up, then we have to mend fences with the people weâve hurt. Claire thinks she only has to make amends to her deceased best friend, Natalie, via her relationship with Natalieâs daughter, Sasha. But Claire learns that the first person she needs to make amends to is herself.
I enjoyed digging through Claire and Dutchâs emotional history and bringing the love they share today to life. I hope you find their story as mesmerizing to read as I did to write.
I use whatever places our Navy lifestyle takes us as my settings. In this book I enjoyed writing about the fictional town of Dovetail, Maryland. Our time in nearby Annapolis was great and we left with new friends, not something that happens every tour.
Keep reading and remember to cherish your friendsâtoday.
Peace,
Geri Krotow
Currently living in Moscow, Russia, former naval intelligence officer and U.S. Naval Academy graduate Geri Krotow writes about the people and places sheâs been lucky enough to encounter. Geri loves to hear from her readers. You can e-mail her via her Web site and blog, www.gerikrotow.com.
With love for my dad, Ed.
You were my first hero.
With thanks to Mary Sellers at Homestead Gardens in Davidsonville, MDâthanks for the day with the llamas, and all the wonderful information.
Thanks to the Bay Dale WalkersâDebbie, Cyndi and Jenn.
As always thanks to Mary B. and Patti M. for watching my six.
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
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
TEARS OF FEAR and frustration welled in Claire Renquistâs eyes as she swiped at her cheeks with her waffle-knit shirtsleeve. She knew thereâd be long days and early mornings when she decided to start an agricultural business. But sheâd never expected the gut-tugging angst that sideswiped her when one of her animals was in trouble.
Claireâs hands shook as she pulled out her cell phone and punched in Dr. Charlie Flynnâs speed dial. Her vet and family friend never let her down. When Claire moved back to Dovetail, Maryland, two years ago sheâd asked Charlie to doctor her animals. Heâd promised to come whenever she called.
She stood outside the modest barn sheâd refurbished. Cell phone reception was better out here, away from under the thick oak beams. Although it was pitch-dark and cold for the middle of March, the full moon lit up the surrounding fields and rolling hills.
Claire stared numbly at the view and not for the first time wondered why sheâd done itânot only moving back to Dovetail, but starting a llama farm. Sheâd been a political reporter, assigned to the White House press corps, for heavenâs sake. Her TV network had given her free rein and allowed her to follow the president wherever and whenever she wanted. And sheâd been able to branch off if a story called for it, visiting some of the most far-flung places on earth. Today she had her pick of consulting jobs where she could name her own salary, which helped her fund the farm until it got on its financial feetâ
âDr. Flynnâs answering service. May I help you?â
âOh, I was expecting Charlie.â She caught her breath and forced herself to think.
âThis is Claire Renquist at Llama Fiber Haven. Can you please tell him I need him immediately? I have a dam in distress with a breech birth.â A long mewl came from inside the barn. âTell him to hurry.â