The Hero's Redemption
When gratitude becomes friendship…and something more.Cole Meacham has only been out of prison a couple of weeks after a ten-year term for a murder he didn't commit. A silent, guarded man, he doesn’t know how to start over again now that he’s free. Destitute and alone, he’s been sleeping in a park. Then Erin Parrish offers him a job plus room and board. The woman with the haunted eyes seems to be the only person on earth who isn’t afraid of him. But she clearly has her own demons, and Cole watches as night after night his new boss and landlord gets in her vehicle and drives…somewhere. It seems she needs his help as much as he needs hers. If only he could be that man she can depend on. And love.
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When gratitude becomes friendship...and something more.
Cole Meacham has only been out of prison a couple of weeks after a ten-year term for a murder he didnât commit. A silent, guarded man, he doesnât know how to start over again now that heâs free. Destitute and alone, heâs been sleeping in a park. Then Erin Parrish offers him a job plus room and board. The woman with the haunted eyes seems to be the only person on earth who isnât afraid of him. But she clearly has her own demons, and Cole watches as night after night his new boss and landlord gets in her vehicle and drives...somewhere. It seems she needs his help as much as he needs hers. If only he could be that man she can depend on. And love.
Cole had taught himself to sleep lightly.
He snapped to awareness when he heard a car door close with deliberate softness. Lying rigid, he listened. The digital clock Erin had put at the bedside said 2:33. Anyone coming or going in the middle of the night wouldnât want to disturb the neighbors. Especially if that person was stealing a vehicle.
When the engine started, he knew it was Erinâs Jeep. He jumped out of bed, reaching the front window just before the dome light went out. In that instant, he saw her. While he watched, Erin reversed, then drove down the driveway. Brake lights flickered before she turned onto the street.
He didnât welcome the uneasiness he felt as he stared out at the yard and street dimly lit by streetlights, the closest half a block away. Where was she going? Wouldnât she have woken him if she had some kind of emergency?
His mouth tightened. Why would she? What was he but her charity project, after all?
She might have just been restless. He was projecting to think that whatever ghost haunted her and shadowed her eyes had sent her out into the night.
And, damn it, Cole didnât want to feel any responsibility for another human being. Even so, he knew with icy certainty that he wouldnât sleep again until she came home.
Iâve been interested for a long time in the experiences of the many men released from prison after very long terms because DNA evidence not available when they were convicted now proves their innocence. How Rip Van Winkle is that? What would it be like to rejoin the world after such a long absence?
Imagine going to bed one night and waking up years in the future, as he did in Washington Irvingâs story. People you loved would have moved on without you or died; your children would be grown. What work history you have is outdated. Is there a place for you at all?
At least Rip had the advantage that day-to-day life hadnât changed much. Now transfer that experience to the modern world. Something as simple as standing on a sidewalk with traffic rushing by can be terrifying when youâve been shut away for so long. Youâve forgotten how to make conversation (especially with the opposite sex). And then thereâs technology, which changes with breathtaking speed. Youâre bewildered by smartphones, touch screens, car dashboards that look like they belong in the cockpit of a Boeing jet. And, oh, yeah, you donât have a driverâs license, or a bank account, or acceptable credit history. Now take a deep breath, and best of luck out there.
Falling in love? Thatâs a whole other complication (and I so love to complicate the lives of my heroes and heroines).
So, hereâs my Rip Van Winkle story.
Janice
An author of more than ninety books for children and adults (more than seventy-five for Harlequin), JANICE KAY JOHNSON writes about love and familyâabout the way generations connect and the power our earliest experiences have on us throughout life. A USA TODAY bestselling author and an eight-time finalist for a Romance Writers of America RITA® Award, she won a RITA® Award in 2008 for her Harlequin Superromance novel Snowbound. A former librarian, Janice raised two daughters in a small town north of Seattle, Washington.
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âNO GUY IS ever going to be interested in me! I tower over all of them!â Alyssa Enger wailed from near the back of the extended van.
The other nine girls cried out in denial.
âWhy did I have to take after my dad?â Alyssa moaned.
Erin Parrish hid her grin as she changed lanes on I-5 in northern California to pass a slow-moving RV. As head coach of Markham Collegeâs womenâs volleyball team, she also did the driving for away games. Her assistant coach, Charlotte Prentice, was considered too young at twenty-three to be trusted behind the wheel of a vehicle insured by the college.
Alyssa was the teamâs middle blocker because she was six foot one. Erin had met her parentsâa mom who, at only five-eight or so, was the shrimp in their family, a dad who had to be six foot six and two younger brothers whoâd already shot past Alyssa in height.
