âDonât worry. Youâre going to be okay.â
âAnd so are you. With your niece, I mean.â
Tanner smiled. âWeâre always telling each other that everything will be all right.â
âSo it seems.â Candy wanted to wrap her arms around him and indulge herself in a body-warming hug. But theyâd yet to embrace, and this wasnât the time to start. She knew better than to risk it, especially when the mystery of his bedroom was just around the bend.
âI chose a magical horse for you to ride today,â he said, drawing her into a new conversation.
âMagical?â
âA white horse. All she needs is a sparkly gold horn to look like a unicorn.â
âUnicorns were my girlish obsession.â She thought about the stress associated with her youth, the perfection that had been expected of her. âSometimes I used to imagine disappearing into a world of make-believe and never coming back.â
âNowâs your chance. For a few hours, anyway.â
âWhatâs the mareâs name?â
âEnchanted.â
âThatâs beautiful, Tanner.â It was as close to magic as a grown-up girl like Candy could get.
Family Renewal: Sometimes all it takes is a second chance.
Chapter One
Candy McCall didnât want to sell her house. It was her dream home, her Southern California sanctuary, and she was going to miss it when she was gone.
Of course it hadnât sold yet. She hadnât even gotten any offers. That might change today, though. A potential buyer was on his way. And of all things, sheâd discovered that it was someone from her past. Her very first boyfriend, in fact. A man named Tanner Quinn. She hadnât seen him since they were teenagers or kept track of his whereabouts, but they had a mutual friend whoâd referred him to her.
Sheâd spoken to him briefly on the phone and learned that he owned a place called T.Q.âs Riding Academy and Stables. Oh, and that if he was interested in her house, it would be a cash sale.
She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer. A cash sale was just what she needed to get out of this mess. She was in such a dire financial situation she couldnât even afford to use a Realtor.
But how strange was this going to be, showing her house to Tanner? She was actually nervous about seeing him.
Just as she opened her eyes, the doorbell rang.
She rushed to answer the summons, then gazed at the man on her porch. Heaven almighty. That six-foot-three frame. Those slate-gray eyes. He would be around her age, thirty-four or so now, and although heâd grown up and filled out, she would know him anywhere.
With his short black hair slicked away from his handsomely chiseled face, he made quite the dashing figure. He wore a classic ensemble of English riding gear. Clearly, heâd just come from work. Or a polo match. Or something where wicked boots were required.
Neither of them spoke. They just kept staring at each other, with awkward smiles, trying to get used to this hasty reunion.
He finally said, âWell, hello, Candy Sorensen.â
âHello, yourself. But for the record, Iâm Candy McCall now,â she reminded him.
âOh, thatâs right. Your married name.â
âYes.â She paused and uncomfortably added, âBut as I mentioned on the phone, Iâm divorced now.â The dissolution of her marriage was a painful topic, but she couldnât very well behave as if she was still a doe-eyed wife. Changing the subject, she gestured to the doorway. âDo you want to come in?â
She stepped back to allow him entrance, and he crossed the threshold, looking like the horseman that he was. She wasnât surprised that he made his living in the equestrian industry. Heâd always worked around horses, except that heâd been more of the cowboy type when he was younger.
Then again, she didnât doubt he would be just as comfortable in Wrangler jeans and a Stetson as he was in a button-down shirt and breeches, or that he still rode Western-style.
Trying to keep a professional air, she took a deep breath, preparing to treat him like the potential buyer he was. But he wasnât glancing around her living room or paying attention to the house heâd come to see.
Instead, he swept his gaze over her. âYou sure as hell look good. But you always did.â
âYes, picture-perfect me.â There went her professionalism. She made a doll-like motion, mocking herself. Candy was a long, lean, leggy brunette whoâd spent her youth parading around in beauty pageants and hating every second of it.