Single with Kids

Though he was several feet away from the cabin, Rob heard Valerie’s sharp tone, and it surprised him. No one answered, which surprised him even more.

“Ginny, where did you get it?” Hearing the urgency in her voice, he headed toward the cabin. Behind him, around him, and inside the building there was only silence.

After a long pause, Rob heard his daughter say, “At home.”

“And who does it belong to?”

Rob couldn’t hear that answer, even though he now stood right outside the cabin. He put his hand on the screen door handle just as Valerie spoke again.

“Ginny,” she said gently. “Ginny, give me the gun.”

Dear Reader,

I suppose writing a story based on my eighteen years of experience with the Girl Scouts was inevitable. I have nothing but admiration for the goals and values that guided us in our time together. The girls I knew as children have matured into self-reliant, capable young women.

In my new book, Single with Kids, self-reliance is just what Rob Warren wants for his daughter, Ginny, challenged as she is by cerebral palsy. Valerie Manion prides herself on her own independence and her ability to take care of herself and her children without assistance. But Rob and Valerie must discover that life is at its sweetest when we can share the good times and the bad with someone we love. Their teachers for this lesson will be none other than their own offspring.

I’ve smiled a great deal while writing Single with Kids, and I hope you smile as you read. Thanks so much for spending time with me and my story—if you'd like to contact me, I’ll be delighted to hear from you.

As ever,

Lynnette Kent

PMB 304

Westwood Shopping Center

Fayetteville, NC 28314

www.lynnettekent.com

www.millsandboon.co.uk

This book was written with fond memories of all the girls

from whom I had the chance to learn during my years with the Girl Scouts.

Many thanks go to the women who worked with me—

especially Susan, Ruth, Karen, Ann and Terri. We met our responsibilities…and we had a whole lot of fun.

Finally, to Elizabeth and Rebecca, the young women

who continue to inspire me and who make every effort worthwhile… Love, always.

My Girls Outdoors! group is strictly fictional, based

very loosely on the scouting program in the United States. Any mistakes or misinterpretations are mine alone and do not reflect the policy, procedure or personnel of any existing organization.

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

“I WANT TO BE a troop leader.”

At the sound of those beautiful words, Valerie Manion looked up from her paperwork with a relieved and grateful smile. Only as she focused on the person standing in front of the registration table did she acknowledge that the voice volunteering to help her belonged to a male. A tall, lean, corn-silk blond male with a twinkle in his blue eyes and a sweet curve to his mouth.

She blinked at him. “I beg your pardon?”

He grinned at her disbelief. “I signed my daughter up for your Girls Outdoors! program. You said in the parent meeting a few minutes ago that you need volunteers.” A glance around the school cafeteria showed them to be the only adults remaining. “Looks like I’m it.”

“Um…yes. I did. I do.” She was still having trouble with the concept. A dad wanted to help out with the troop? “Tell me your name again.”

“Rob Warren. My daughter is Ginny.” He tilted his head toward the windows where a thin, chestnut-haired girl stood propped on crutches.

“Hi, Ginny,” Valerie called. “We’re glad to have you.”

Ginny’s mouth kinked into a half smile, but she made no effort to come closer or respond in kind.

Valerie picked up the stack of registration papers she’d just collected and paged through them. “Here we go. Virginia Warren, third grade.”

Mr. Warren had meticulously filled in the blanks on the form with small, neat letters. He gave his work address as Warren and Sons Locksmiths, and provided names and numbers for a doctor and a dentist. He listed Carolyn Warren, identified as “Grandmother,” as an emergency contact.

In the space for Ginny’s mother’s name, he’d carefully written “Deceased.” Valerie bit back a small moan of sympathy.

As if that weren’t tragedy enough, the explanation for those crutches came farther down the sheet. In answer to “List any special physical conditions,” her father had written, “cerebral palsy.”

With another glance at the girl by the window, Valerie noticed the braces on the girl’s spindly lower legs. Then she looked up—a long way up—into Rob Warren’s handsome face. “Ginny wants to be in GO! and you would like to work with the troop. That’s terrific. Why don’t you sit down, Mr. Warren, so we can talk? I’m getting a severe crick in my neck, staring up at you like this.”