The Secret Wife
How did this nice girl end up as the other woman? Even worse, how did she end up the other wife?Until she met Eric, Maggie McGuire had been above reproach. Now she's been forced to drive cross-country to ask for help–for her child, not for her–from Eric's family. And there, to her horror, she discovers that Eric is already married.J. D. McGuire is used to cleaning up his brother's messes, but this is the worst one yet. Before he can even start, Eric is killed and Maggie is under suspicion. Even though he'd like to walk away, he finds he wants to help her. But how can he believe Maggie is innocent when he knows she's lying about his brother being the father of her child?
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“There are already two Mrs. McGuires. One is my grandmother. The other is Nancy, Eric’s wife.”
Wife?
The word bounced around Maggie’s head, slid down her throat and swirled in her stomach before dropping to the bottom, like one of those penny wishing wells at Wal-Mart.
“Th-that’s impossible, I’m his wife.”
“Look. My brother’s done some pretty crummy things in his life, but he wouldn’t stoop to bigamy.”
“At least we agree on something.”
Eric had been a jerk occasionally. But he’d been a charming, loving jerk. She couldn’t believe he would do something to hurt her so badly. To hurt his son so badly.
But doubts tiptoed through her mind. He’d never really believed David was his child. And when she told him he was listed as David’s father on the birth certificate, he'd just smiled a sad little smile and kissed her gently.
No. He wouldn’t be that cruel.
“Maybe she’s mistaken? This Nancy woman.”
“Nope. I was their best man. And if there had been a divorce, I would have heard about it.”
That’s when the second shock seeped in. Everything she’d believed to be true was in jeopardy. J.D. was lying. He had to be lying.
Dear Reader,
You may find The Secret Wife a slight departure from my previous books. Like many of my stories, the family theme and a journey of discovery are still present. But The Secret Wife also contains an element of suspense.
Maggie McGuire’s arrival in her estranged husband’s hometown sparks a chain reaction of conflict and intrigue, with her nine-month-old son at the center.
As in real life, the opportunity for greatest personal growth sometimes arises from difficulty and heartbreak. Maggie and her new champion, J.D., certainly find this to be true as they search for meaning in a senseless tragedy.
I hope you enjoy my foray into romantic suspense. I found it both challenging and rewarding to write—so much so that I gave one of the characters an important role in my next book.
I love hearing from my readers. Feel free to contact me by mail in care of Harlequin Enterprises, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, M3B 3K9, Canada. Or I can be reached via www.SuperAuthors.com.
Happy reading,
Carrie Weaver
This book is dedicated to the real Tinker brothers, Jack and Alex (aka Dad and Uncle Alex), along with their wives, Mary Ellen and Patty (Mom and Aunt Patty). Thanks for all your love and support.
P.S. I promise the ladies will receive top billing next time.
Contents
PROLOGUE
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
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
FOURTEEN DOLLARS, thirty-seven cents—all that stood between Maggie McGuire and destitution. She slid the change into her pocket, along with the damp crumpled bills.
The Oklahoma rest stop was unusually desolate for a Friday morning. Or so she guessed. Maggie had rarely ventured beyond the Arizona borders.
Peeking through the open car window, she watched David squirm in his sleep. The car seat was too confining. The baby needed room to stretch out and roll.
What kind of mother hauled an infant clear across the country to Arkansas? And for what? The off chance that Eric would surface at his family reunion? Eric, who thought family was an unnecessary drag on his life?
Maggie had told herself it wouldn’t come to this, that losing her job wasn’t the end of the world. But she’d quickly discovered there weren’t many jobs where she could take her baby along, especially working nights. The child-care center where she’d been employed for the past six months had been ideal. But the building was scheduled to be demolished and replaced with a strip mall.
Brushing her hair off her forehead, she figured her ponytail had come undone somewhere in New Mexico. Now it was loose and wild, a copper-colored reminder that she couldn’t afford haircuts.
Eric.
She leaned against a primer-gray fender, glancing up at the clear sky. The air was fresh and warm. Innocent.
She’d been innocent once. A long, long time ago.
David whimpered.
Maggie let her eyes feast on the glorious sight of her child. Her David. A wave of protectiveness washed over her.
Eric had sidetracked her dreams, but he’d left her with a precious gift.
A gift that was nearly out of formula and diapers.
Panic hit as she inventoried the contents of the thrift-store diaper bag. Four diapers, four scoops of formula. Her eyes burned as her fatigued mind did the math.
That bought her six hours, tops.
And it was at least eight more hours till McGuireville.
As if on cue, the baby’s hungry wail echoed through her head. Huge blue eyes beseeched her. As if maternal guilt wasn’t enough, she was certain, somehow, some way, the authorities would know the minute the last drop of formula passed David’s sweet lips. And they’d take him away. Just like they’d taken her niece, Emma.
