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A Father For Bella
Jill Weatherholt


Another roadblock…or the family she’s looking for?When single mom Faith Brennan discovers the Virginia inn she grew up in is for sale, she’s determined to make a bid. Even if that means going head-to-head with handsome real estate broker Joshua Carlson. But competing with Joshua would be a lot easier if Faith’s young daughter wasn’t growing so attached to him…and if Faith could stop picturing running the inn with Joshua by her side.







Another roadblock...

or the family she’s looking for?

When single mom Faith Brennan discovers the Virginia inn she grew up in is for sale, she’s determined to make a bid. Even if that means going head-to-head with handsome real estate broker Joshua Carlson. But competing with Joshua would be a lot easier if Faith’s young daughter wasn’t growing so attached to him...and if Faith could stop picturing running the inn with Joshua by her side.


Weekdays, JILL WEATHERHOLT works for the City of Charlotte. On the weekend, she writes contemporary stories about love, faith and forgiveness. Raised in the suburbs of Washington, DC, she now resides in North Carolina. She holds a degree in psychology from George Mason University and a paralegal studies certification from Duke University. She shares her life with her real-life hero and number one supporter. Jill loves connecting with readers at jillweatherholt.com (http://www.jillweatherholt.com).


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A Father for Bella

Jill Weatherholt






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A FATHER FOR BELLA

© 2018 Jill Weatherholt

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Joshua shot her a look. “I’m here for the auction.”

Silence filled the room.

Faith fiddled with the guest towels before she finally spoke. “If that’s the only reason you’ve come, you’re wasting your time. There’s not going to be an auction.”

Obviously, the woman was in denial. She’d lose her home and possibly her job. Maybe he could hire her—but really, why would she want to work for him? “What makes you say that?”

“I plan to contact the owner. I’ll make him an offer, so an auction won’t be necessary.”

“And you have that kind of—” He bit his tongue, realizing he’d overstepped his bounds.

She grimaced. “Not right at the moment, but I’ll get it. This property is way too important to me to let it go. I’ll explain it to the owners—they’ll understand.”

If she only knew who she was up against, she’d realize she was fighting a losing battle. His father could care less about her family. He certainly didn’t care about his own. “I wouldn’t count on it.”


Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

—Hebrews 11:1


Dear Reader (#u41ab1d2c-c2a6-573d-bce7-2c31a170e45d),

When I was a little girl, the sound of late night sirens sent me running to my parents’ bedroom, seeking refuge underneath their covers. I feared the emergency vehicle was on its way to our house.

Unlike Faith Brennan, who experienced the devastating loss of her firefighter husband that resulted in a fear of hospitals and triggered panic attacks, my distress was unfounded. In time, I outgrew that anxiety, but others took root.

Fear seeps into all of our lives, weaving itself around our heart and mind. It comes in many forms, both big and small. Left unchecked, it can interfere with our daily living and prevent us from being in the will of God. Living apprehensive of what might happen can often create more anxiety than actually facing the fear head on.

The longer we allow fear to linger, the more difficult it is to break free. Faith and Joshua released their fears, and you can, too. Make a decision to step out in faith and live the life God has in store for you. Remember, He is greater than any obstacle you may be facing.

Thank you so much for visiting Whispering Slopes. Having the opportunity to write a second Love Inspired story, set in a fictional town of the Shenandoah Valley, has been another dream come true.

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Jill


To Derek, my forever hero.


Contents

Cover (#ubf8d1f2f-45e0-5a90-9ac1-671e4835f9f0)

Back Cover Text (#u7f62f8ff-1642-5c21-89cd-95f959d64af8)

About the Author (#u7e20205c-f13c-5058-a07d-40b9d634b878)

Booklist (#ued6599d5-4927-5f7a-9152-1dfaae81ab83)

Title Page (#udb701037-b67c-54eb-a78d-090666646f7d)

Copyright (#u6d878f9d-90fc-5fa6-a033-e33856f47f3e)

Introduction (#u01286722-d451-50fd-ae2e-3ea52efe2e0f)

Bible Verse (#u1f2cc7ca-aacb-58d1-8972-6fab6b458465)

Dear Reader (#uc38f2cba-ad9e-58aa-a2ea-61ae930a139f)

Dedication (#u63ebb9b0-e789-55fc-a1d4-e50452735446)

Chapter One (#u915b21ed-3f28-5ee0-b394-d045283fb3c6)

Chapter Two (#u72f8365e-b12c-5591-8a64-4af8328e76f2)

Chapter Three (#u5f408f76-68db-5bc0-aa9b-cf5e9416e5e3)

Chapter Four (#uae93852a-bbc0-50fd-b541-651703dce01b)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)


Chapter One (#u41ab1d2c-c2a6-573d-bce7-2c31a170e45d)

“After a cold day on the slopes, come in for a warm stay at the Black Bear Inn and Ski Resort in Whispering Slopes, voted Shenandoah Valley’s most popular inn.” The radio advertisement warmed Joshua Carlson’s heart as thoughts of his mother filled his mind. The Black Bear Inn—her favorite place. He had to save it.

He hit the turn signal on his silver luxury sedan. The rear wheels spun on a patch of ice as he continued up the steep driveway. A dusting of snow covered the manicured hedges lining the grounds. Puffs of smoke billowed from two massive chimneys and drifted toward the picturesque snowcapped mountains encompassing the property. Mahogany rocking chairs filled the wraparound porch on the two-story brick-and-stone home.

He zipped into the last available parking space. Good sign—the place was busy. No surprise there, because his father never owned anything that didn’t make his wallet bulge.

Joshua stepped out of the car and pulled the crisp mountain air deep into his lungs. He’d always loved the smell of fresh pine. For the first time in months, his shoulders relaxed while he repeated slow and even breaths. The bitter divorce had taken a toll on him both physically and emotionally. He sauntered up the sidewalk, forgoing his luggage for now. He gripped the icy doorknob, wishing he’d worn gloves.

The pine floor gleamed as he crossed the threshold of the front entrance. He inhaled the citrus aroma filling the air. A winding staircase led to the second floor, where he spied a young couple sneaking a kiss—probably newlyweds. I wonder how long that will last. He shook away the negative thought. Not every relationship ends with your first and only love walking out the door.

“Bella! Where are you?”

With a jerk, he bolted to the back of the inn toward a woman’s frantic scream.

“Bella!”

Joshua burst through the kitchen’s swinging door and ran straight out the open back door. “What’s going on?”

The woman jumped when he spoke. “It’s my daughter, Bella. I can’t find her.” Tall and slender, dressed in blue jeans and a crisp white blouse, she raked her fingers through her wavy caramel brown hair spilling down her shoulders. She sprinted to the side of the building.

Joshua trailed behind, shoving his hands deep inside his coat pockets. It was early January and much too cold for her to go without a coat.

“Bella!” she shouted again and pressed her palms to the side of her head. “She asked if she could play outside with Plato. I told her to stay in sight.” Her voice grew hoarse.

“Plato?”

“Her new puppy.” The woman took off like a gazelle, stopping short at the edge of the forest. “It’ll be dark soon.” She cupped her hands to the sides of her mouth. “Bella! Answer me, please.” She spun around and their eyes locked. “She’s almost six and she’s small for her age. And the forest is full of black bears and coyotes.”

He swallowed hard, but the lump remained lodged in his throat. His hand grazed her forearm and she flinched at his touch. “Sorry—we’ll find her, but we’ll need some flashlights. It’ll be dark soon.”

“I can find her myself,” she snapped.

“We’ll find her sooner with both of us looking. Please, get me a flashlight, too.” He sensed his presence made her feel like a mouse cornered by a barnyard cat, but there wasn’t time to explain who he was and that he was only trying to help. The only things that mattered were that the sun was sinking fast and her daughter was somewhere in the thick forest.

Her left eyebrow arched. “I don’t need—”

Boy, she was stubborn. “Yes, you do need my help and right now we’re wasting daylight.” He rubbed his hand across his cleanly shaved face.

She turned on her heel and bolted toward the open back door.

Joshua glanced to the sky. Daylight was fading as though on a dimmer switch.

The woman ran from the house with a flashlight in each hand, hesitating before passing it to him. “Here.” For a second, her eyes narrowed as she scanned his face. “I’m Faith Brennan. Who are you?” She stepped back. “What are you doing back here?”

Of course she’d be alarmed. A strange man comes out of nowhere and wants her to go into the woods with him. “I’m Joshua Carlson—I’m a guest at the inn.” He followed behind her as she tossed quick glances over her slender shoulder. Leaves crunched underneath his Burberry leather shoes. Massive Fraser firs canopied the trampled path. Fraser fir, the only type of tree his father ever brought into their lavish Bethesda, Maryland, home at Christmas time. They’re the best tree, and we will only allow the best in this house. He forced his father’s voice from his head. “Is Bella familiar with the forest?”

“No. The path leads to the Shenandoah River. I’ve told her the force of the water is strong since we’ve had some heavy rains, but if Plato took off down the path, she’d go after him.” Faith shook her flashlight and rammed it once against her thigh. “The batteries—they’re going dead.”

With a slight movement, his shoes slid on a patch of ice. “It’ll be black as ink soon. Let me go ahead, I can move faster alone. You head back toward the inn, but keep calling her name.” Thoughts of the path leading to the river propelled him deeper into darkness.

“Joshua!”

He came to a sudden halt and his feet skidded on the slushy leaves. “What is it?” Joshua turned and headed back in the direction he’d come.

Faith stood frozen. “It’s one of her pink hair ribbons. She wanted her hair in ponytails this morning.” Her hand flew over her mouth and tears erupted.

“Keep calling for her. I’ll head toward the river.” Faith’s cries faded as he trekked farther into the forest. He turned on his flashlight and pointed it to the ground. Your word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. Please keep Bella safe until we find her.

Moments later, and deeper into the forest, the sound of rushing water filled his ears. The river was close. His pace quickened as tree branches smacked his face. His shoe caught on an exposed root and he went flying. His hands jammed into the frozen ground, breaking his fall. Springing to his feet, he wiped his hands down the front of his slacks.

“Mommy, help. It’s so dark, and I’m cold.”

At the sound of the tiny voice, Joshua halted in his tracks, his racing heart slowing. She’s safe, thank You. Your timing is always perfect. “Bella, your mommy and I are here. Keep yelling so we know exactly where you are.”

“My mommy says I shouldn’t talk to strangers.”

Relief washed over him as he moved closer, allowing her voice to guide him through the darkness. “She’s right, but she’s here, too.”

“I can’t see her.”

“She’s just up the path, Bella.” He shoved a branch from his face and darted toward the fearful voice. His breath caught in his throat when he spotted a mass of brown sugar curls on one side of her head and a ponytail tied with a pink ribbon on the other side. She was crouched on the cold path, her face snuggled against a snow-white puppy.

“Who are you?” She pushed the curls from her face to reveal the biggest blue eyes he’d ever seen. “Where’s my mommy?”

Her voice, sweet as honeysuckle, clutched hold of his heart. “She’s here. I’m Joshua, a guest at the inn. I heard your mommy yelling for you when I arrived.” He reached for her hand to help her off the frozen ground.

She kissed the top of Plato’s head and sprung to her feet, holding the puppy tight. “She always worries. She thinks I’m still a baby.”

At the sound of leaves rustling and twigs snapping along the path, Joshua turned and saw the girl’s mother.

“You’ll always be my baby,” Faith proclaimed and pulled Bella into her arms, smothering her face with kisses. “You know you’re not supposed to wander into the forest. We’ve talked about the dangers.”

“Mommy, you’re squishing Plato.” Bella nuzzled her face into the white ball of fur. “I had to. Plato chased a squirrel. He can’t be alone—he’s too little.”

Faith swiped a tear. “So are you, young lady. Now promise me, no more venturing off alone.”

He studied mother and daughter. The discernible love between Faith and Bella brought a slow smile to Joshua’s lips as it reminded him of his own relationship with his mother before she went to be with the Lord. “You must get your striking blue eyes from your daddy.”

Faith’s face turned to stone.

He glanced toward Bella. Her lower lip quivered. His chest constricted. What had he said? A squirrel scurried past, stirring the frozen leaves.

Bella squirmed loose from her mother’s arms. On the ground, she stepped toward him. “I don’t have a daddy anymore.” She looked up, and the flashlight caught a beacon of hope in her eyes. “How did you know he had blue eyes? Did you know him?”

Bile rose in his throat and he shook his head. “No, I’m sorry.” He cupped his hand under her chin. “I didn’t know your daddy.”

Her shoulders dropped, and she kicked the ground with her neon-pink tennis shoe. A northerly gust of wind tousled her hair. “Oh.”

Faith cleared her throat and picked up the dog. She reached for her daughter’s hand. “We better start back.” She took a few steps forward. Bella pulled loose and stepped toward Joshua.

His breath was slow and easy when she placed her tiny hand inside of his own.

“I want to walk with Mr. Joshua. He smells like peppermint.”

He eyed Faith, who hesitated, but then gave him a cautious nod. “Peppermint is my favorite chewing gum.” He smiled and gave Bella a wink.

“Mine, too,” she said with a giggle. “How long are you staying at the inn?” She skipped along at his side with one ponytail still intact.

Joshua paused when he noticed Faith turn her head the tiniest bit. Was she curious, too? “Well, it all depends.”

“On what?”

He laughed. “I have some business to take care of.”

“What kind of business?”

“Bella!” Faith stopped in her tracks and whirled around. “What have I told you about asking so many questions?”

The little girl bit down on her pouted lip. “I’m sorry.”

As they neared the edge of the forest, the light from the inn flashed along Bella’s rosy cheeks. She gave her mother a sly glance. “Are you married, Mr. Joshua?”

“Bella! That’s enough. Take Plato inside and see if Mrs. Watson needs your help with dinner.” She placed the puppy in her daughter’s arms.

“Okay...but will you make some hot chocolate for me and Mr. Joshua?”

Faith rubbed the back of her neck. “Well—”

Joshua sensed the last thing she wanted to do was have hot chocolate with a complete stranger. “That’s nice of you to offer, Bella, but I should get checked in.”

“Please, Mommy.”

The two grown-ups exchanged a quick glance, and he nodded.

“Maybe—now go on inside.” Faith turned to Joshua as Bella darted through the back door. Her forehead puckered. “I apologize for my daughter’s rude behavior. I don’t know what’s gotten into her today.”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to apologize. That’s what’s great about kids—they’re so inquisitive.”

Faith paused and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you have children?” Her hand flew to her mouth. “Listen to me, now I sound like Bella.”

“No, I have a lot of friends with kids.” Him? A father? That couldn’t happen—especially when his wife didn’t want to raise a family together. “So, do you work at the inn?”

She nodded as they headed through the back door and into the kitchen. His stomach rumbled at the smell of baking bread. “Yes, I’m the manager. I started working here after—ah, about four years ago.”

Joshua noticed her hesitation, but didn’t want to pry. What he did want to find out, without raising suspicion, was how successful the inn was. The last thing he wanted was for his father to get wind of his plan. “It seems like a great place to work. By the looks of the parking lot you must stay busy.” He scanned the brightly painted yellow walls and realized his father hadn’t played a role in the decorating. He hated yellow. Green, the color of money—it’s the only color that matters. Joshua cringed at the memory.

Faith reached for a red cable sweater draped over the back of the oak chair. “Yes, especially during the ski season. The inn has five rooms, each with its own private bathroom. It’s a big draw.” She pulled a saucepan from the maple cupboard and placed it on the six-burner gas stovetop. “I take it you ski?” She grabbed the milk carton from the double-sided stainless-steel refrigerator.

He did ski, but it wasn’t the reason for his visit. “Yes, I’ve skied since I was a boy.” He turned at the sound of Bella as she walked into the kitchen whistling “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” The lone ponytail was now released, freeing a mass of messy curls.

“Are you going to have hot chocolate, too, Mr. Joshua?”

He glanced toward Faith while she poured the milk into the pan.

She turned, wearing a pasted-on smile. “After coming to our rescue, it’s the least we can do.” She stirred in three heaping tablespoons of chocolate powder. “After we drink this, we’ll get you settled in your room. I’m sure you’re tired from the drive.”

She was suddenly strictly business, which was fine by him. He hadn’t come to Whispering Slopes to make friends, especially with a woman as attractive as Faith. “Actually, it’s only a little over two hours from where I live in Bethesda, Maryland. It’s just outside of Washington, DC.”

Bella pounced into one of the four stools lining the earth-toned granite island situated in the center of the kitchen. “That’s our capital.” She twirled her finger around a loose curl and smiled. “That’s where you live? Cool!”

Joshua slid into the empty stool next to her as he caught a whiff of the sweet cocoa. “You’re right, Bella, it is our capital. It was a great place to grow up. What else do you know about Washington?”

She gazed up toward the pendant lighting, pursing her lips. “Well, the President lives there, and the pandas at the zoo—they’re from China. Have you ever been there?”

His mind flooded with warm memories of trips to the zoo with his mother. She had always been there for him...the one person who’d loved him right. His father could never spare an afternoon for his family. “Oh, yes, many times. My favorite part is the ape house.”

“I love monkeys, too.” Bella giggled. “Mommy, can we go to that zoo sometime?”

Faith poured the hot chocolate into the first of three oversize red-and-white mugs. “Maybe someday we will. Now, who wants marshmallows?”

Bella bounced in her stool. “I do, I do! I want the mini ones.” She turned to Joshua. Her eyes, the size of walnuts, tripped his heart. “Do you like the small ones, too, Mr. Joshua?”

“Yes, but only five, please.”

Her head slightly tilted. “How come?”

“It’s my favorite number.”

“Mommy, can I have five?” She grinned at Joshua. “It’s my favorite number, too.”

Faith raised an eyebrow. “But you always like them overflowing in the cup. You love the marshmallow mustache.”

“Just five.” She turned her gaze back to Joshua.

Her mother shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, then.”

Joshua watched while Faith filled each mug with the rich, creamy chocolate. She counted the marshmallows and tossed a few extra into her cup. She peered at Joshua and her cheeks reddened.

“Hot chocolate just isn’t the same unless it leaves a marshmallow mustache.” She slid a mug in front of him.

He took a sip and ran his tongue along his lips, savoring the sweet marshmallow residue. When he spied Faith doing the same, his heartbeat quickened—she sure was cute. Joshua pulled his shoulders back and looked away. He didn’t need any distractions.

* * *

Seeing guests come and go at the Black Bear was normal for Faith, but she wasn’t in the mood to entertain the guests this evening. Her mind was preoccupied after she’d read the disturbing news about the inn, just minutes before Bella wandered off. Her stomach knotted as she thought about what could have happened. She was thankful Joshua had arrived when he did.

He was certainly striking. At five feet and eight inches, she’d always considered herself tall, but next to him, she felt tiny. He’d be about six foot three, she guessed. It was difficult not to stare at him, with his closely cut dark hair and chiseled features, but his looks were a good reason why she needed to keep her distance. Obviously, he’d captured Bella’s heart. Most nights, Faith overheard her daughter saying her prayers. Bella always prayed for a daddy and a new husband for her mommy.

“Mommy, did you hear me?”

She jumped at the sound of Bella’s voice. “I’m sorry, sweetie, what did you say?”

“Can Mr. Joshua come to our house for dinner tonight?” Bella gazed at her newfound hero with starry eyes.

Faith bit the inside of her cheek and glanced toward Joshua, who appeared completely at ease with the question. “Bella, don’t be silly. We’ve taken up enough of his time. He hasn’t even checked into his room.” She noticed the empty mug. “Speaking of, Mrs. Watson typically checks in our guests, but if you’re finished, I can take care of that.”

Bella hopped off her stool. Plato, who’d been asleep on a fluffy brown pillow by the back door, jumped up. His toenails scrabbled as he scurried along the hardwood floor, his tail moving like windshield wipers in a driving rainstorm. Bella grabbed Joshua’s hand. “I can show him!”

He smiled at Bella before turning to Faith. “I appreciate your hospitality, but I don’t want to keep you from going home.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s almost dinnertime, and isn’t tonight a school night, Bella?” He rubbed the top of her head.

Faith walked to the sink. “Yes, it is.” She poured the rest of her hot chocolate down the drain and rinsed the cup under some warm water. “Let’s get you settled into your room.” She dried her hands on the striped dishtowel and flung it on the granite counter.

“Oh, man, school ruins everything, even if I’m only in kindergarten.” Bella scooped Plato into her arms and kissed the top of his head. “I’m going to go watch Mr. Watson. He’s building something in the basement.”

“Don’t bother him while he’s working. We’ll head home as soon as I get Mr. Joshua checked in.”

“I won’t bother him.” She skipped out of the room with her dog tight in her arms, whistling a random tune.

Joshua turned to Faith and smiled. “You’ve got your hands full with that one.”

“You’re not kidding. I think the child was born whistling.”

They headed out of the kitchen and into the foyer. Chatter from the dining room echoed across the foyer. The aroma of tangy mustard and brown sugar tickled her nose. Home-style meat loaf smothered in onions was Chef Michael’s specialty, and Faith’s favorite.

“The Black Bear must have a great chef. That’s quite a crowd.” He pointed toward the dining room. “And the food...it smells wonderful.”

Her heart sank as the newspaper article she’d read before Bella took off seeped back into her mind. Would Michael lose his job? Would she lose hers? And what about her home? The inn couldn’t be going up for auction out of nowhere, but according to the paper that was the owner’s plan. Why hadn’t she been told? As the manager for four years, she should have been informed.

She couldn’t think about that—not now. “Yes, Michael came from a popular restaurant in New York City about three years ago. He gave up the frantic pace of city life. We’re grateful we hired him. He knows how to bring in the crowds.”

“They’re not all guests, are they?”

She shook her head. “No, we’ve got a lot of the locals who love his food.”

Where would everyone eat after the inn was sold? The paper said there were rumors of an upscale resort and condos. What would happen to the quaint cottage she rented on the property? Bella called it their gingerbread house. It’d been their home since the fire.

Faith stepped behind a mahogany counter and tapped her fingers on the keyboard. “Oh, I see you have reservations for four weeks.” Her head tilted to the side. “Our guests normally don’t stay that long. Many are weekend warriors who come up to hit the slopes. You must be a great skier.”

He examined his fingernails. “I’m okay, I guess.”

Faith scrolled through the information and took notice of the Bethesda address he’d mentioned earlier. Her best friend from high school had graduated from George Washington University in DC. Real estate in the surrounding area wasn’t cheap. She wondered what Joshua did for a living, but didn’t want to appear nosy by asking. “It’s nice you’re able to take so much time off from work.”

He nodded and pulled his credit card from an eel-skin wallet. “I assume you take this? Or would you rather have a different kind?”

Faith grabbed the card and swiped it through the machine. “This is fine.”

The click of the equipment printing the receipt filled the air while they waited.

“Earlier, I heard an advertisement for the inn on the radio. Do you do any other form of advertising?” He slipped his credit card into his wallet.

He was certainly curious about the business. Perhaps he was only making conversation. “Not really. Word of mouth works well for the Black Bear.” She tugged the receipt from the machine and slid it across the counter for his signature.

She stole a quick glance at the signature—Carlson. Why did the name seem familiar? “Do you have any family in the area?” She waited for his answer as he pulled a pack of peppermint gum from his pocket.

“No, my family’s all from Bethesda.” He extended the pack of gum in front of her. “Would you like a piece?”

Her cheeks warmed as she accepted the offer. “Thank you.” She peeled away the foil and slid the cool stick on her tongue. Peppermint had always been her favorite, too.

“What about you? Any family in the area?”

“Only my twin sister, Joy, and she’s a schoolteacher here in Whispering Slopes.”

“Joy and Faith... I like that, and twins, too. When I was a kid, I always thought it would be great to have an identical twin. You know, to play tricks on your teachers and other kids.” He flashed a smile.

She forced her eyes away from his rugged good looks. Why did he make her so nervous? “We’re not identical twins. Except for our hair color, we’re nothing alike, but we’re closer than any twins you’ll ever meet.” She rolled the gum wrapper between her fingers into a tight ball, anxious to get home.

“I guess that made it easier on your parents. Do they live in the area?”

Ready for him to leave, but not wanting to be rude, she answered. “They died in a car accident while driving to the Outer Banks of North Carolina to celebrate their anniversary.” She paused when a shiver ran down her spine. “Joy and I were only two years old, so our grandparents raised us—here in this house.” The sound of her parents’ voices or the feel of their touch was something she couldn’t remember. All that remained were a few boxes stuffed with crinkled photographs. Except for the past four years, she felt she’d barely had roots or a home—another reason why she couldn’t lose the inn.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to reopen old wounds.” His voice cracked.

Faith shook her head. “No, it’s okay.” But it really wasn’t. Sharing pieces of her personal life with a strange man—what was she thinking? It was wrong. “Listen to me rambling on. You’re probably exhausted.” She stepped out from behind the counter with his room key in her hand. “Do you need help with your luggage?”

“No, thank you. I can handle it.” He turned and headed toward the front door.

With a stack of credit card receipts, Faith scuttled to her office, which was located off the foyer. The massive cherry desk that faced a floor-to-ceiling window provided her with an amazing daytime view, especially on snowy winter days. She slipped behind her desk and opened the lateral file drawer. She fingered through the manila file folders before placing the receipts inside. As she started to push the drawer closed, her eyes locked on a folder labeled “Our Dream.” She slammed the drawer shut. Our dream, baby—we both wanted it so bad. You’d still be alive if we’d gone after it sooner.

Her thoughts shifted when Joshua stepped into the foyer carrying a large black suitcase, along with a leather briefcase. Perhaps this was an extended trip for pleasure and business. She pushed in the lock before pulling it shut and headed toward the door. “Let’s go upstairs. Your room is the first one on the right.”

The sound of their footsteps echoed as they climbed the winding oak staircase. Once at the door, she slid the key into the doorknob and pushed it open.

“Wow! I wasn’t expecting such a large room.” Joshua smiled and stepped inside. His gaze stopped at the stone fireplace. “And it has its own fireplace—very nice.”

She flipped the light switch. The recessed lighting provided a warm glow throughout the room. “This is the largest of our five rooms. The other four are much smaller.” Heat filled her face. “Actually, it’s our honeymoon suite.”

“I take it there’re no honeymooners coming into town the next four weeks.”

She watched Joshua set his suitcase down on the luggage rack.

“This office space is perfect.” He placed his briefcase on top of the desk.

Faith flipped the plantation shutters closed. “We used to have it arranged as a sitting room, but one suggestion that continued to come up in the guest surveys was they’d like a workspace. I suppose with the internet, people don’t know how to unplug from the office anymore, even on their honeymoon.”

He nodded. “I think the room is perfect, and it smells so outdoorsy.”

“It’s pine. Usually for the honeymooners, we use lavender. We made a quick adjustment for you.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I’m going to let you get settled.” She handed over the key and pointed toward the desk. “The number for Mr. and Mrs. Watson is on that information sheet. They live on the premises in a spare room, off from the dining area. You’ll probably meet them when you go down to dinner. If you need anything, please give them a call.”

Faith reached for the doorknob and turned around. “I almost forgot. Dinner’s served until nine thirty. I’m sure you’re starved.”

“Actually, I am kind of hungry. I’ll definitely order the meat loaf. It smelled like my mother’s recipe.” He smiled.

“Yes, Michael’s Thursday night special is a crowd-pleaser. He makes terrific garlic mashed potatoes, too.” Her stomach grumbled. She hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, and that was only a small bowl of vegetable soup.

Joshua stepped toward the door and extended his hand. “Thank you for your help checking in. I appreciate it.”

She hesitated before reaching for his hand. “It’s part of my job. Besides, I’m the one who should thank you.”

“For what?”

Her gaze met his. “For finding Bella... I get sick to my stomach thinking what could have happened.”

“She’s safe now, that’s what matters.” He ran his hands down the front of his slacks. “Speaking of, you be safe driving home. On my ride here, I spotted several deer darting across the road.”

Faith smiled. “I don’t have to drive anywhere. My house is on the property.”

Joshua began to cough and clutched his hand to his throat.

She reached for his forearm. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. I swallowed my gum, that’s all.” His face reddened. “Did you say you live here—on the property of the Black Bear?”

“Yes. We live in a two-bedroom cottage.” Faith noticed his coloring had turned from red to pale in a manner of seconds. “It’s adjacent to the back of the inn.”

He gave a quick nod and grabbed the doorknob. With a swift jerk, he pulled the door wide open—her clue to leave. She turned and walked through the door. When it slammed behind her, she realized neither had said goodbye. Odd. The new guest had been so friendly earlier. Why did he seem rattled to learn that she and Bella lived on the grounds of the inn?


Chapter Two (#u41ab1d2c-c2a6-573d-bce7-2c31a170e45d)

Joshua closed the door fast, but it didn’t release the guilt that gripped him. The ticking wall clock in the office space caused his thoughts to race. She lived on the property? He didn’t recall seeing a house.

Discovering that Faith had lived at the inn after her parents were killed was bad enough, but being a landlord wasn’t part of his plan. How could he evict a young mother and her child? There were so many other things that needed his attention prior to the auction, but this was a huge, unexpected curveball.

He strolled toward the clock and took it off the wall. Carefully, he removed the batteries and remounted it. He’d never liked the sound of time passing him by.

As he admired the Bob Timberlake painting hanging adjacent to the stacked-stone fireplace, his cell phone chirped. Without looking at the screen, he pulled it from his back pocket. “Hello, Joshua Carlson speaking.”

“Josh, hey, it’s Steve-o.” Steve Hayes, his best friend from Georgetown University.

His voice brought a smile to Joshua’s face. “Steve-o, it’s great to hear from you—it’s been a while.”

“It’s my fault, man. I’ve been working in London for the past four months. I had to set up a new network system for one of our customers. The hours have been brutal.”

“No problem. I know you tech guys work around the clock.”

A brief silence hung in the air.

“I just heard about your mom, Josh. I’m really sorry. I wish I’d known. I would have flown back for the funeral.”

First the cancer diagnosis and within six months, she was with the Lord. It was hard to believe a month had passed since he’d kissed her cheek and held her hand for the last time. “Don’t worry about it. I should have called you, but it was a small service. You know how my father is, always trying to keep family business hush-hush.”

“How’s he doing? Despite his ways, I know he loved your mom.”

“Yes, he did. I think it’s been tough for him, but we haven’t talked since the funeral...we hardly spoke then. He’s still angry at me for quitting my job at his firm.” He didn’t want to dump the gory details on his friend, but the truth was that his father had disowned his only son. “I did hear from Melissa.”

“So, she’s still handling your legal affairs?”

“Yeah, she said my dad’s attorney told her that my dad’s getting rid of anything that reminds him of my mother.”

“That must be tough on him.”

“He’s even selling the businesses. The hotels and inns they’d owned together are either for sale or going up for auction.” He paused. He could trust Steve to keep his plan under wraps. “That’s why I’m in Whispering Slopes.”

“Whispering Slopes—the ski resort in the Shenandoah Valley? The Black Bear Inn, wasn’t that your mother’s favorite place?”

He smiled. Steve had always been a good listener. “Yes, it was. My father’s putting it up for auction and I plan to make an offer. I’ve got a healthy nest egg saved, as well as my trust account. Hopefully it will cover the cost. There’s no way I’ll let strangers take over the inn. It meant too much to my mother.” He paused as the ache of losing her bubbled to the surface. “It’s all I have left of her.”

“I understand. Do you think he’s too angry at you for leaving his firm to gift the place to you?”

Joshua slid into the leather club chair next to the fireplace. “Angry isn’t the word for it.” Despite Steve being his best friend, it was tough to admit his own father thought he was a loser. He glanced out the window. The outdoor spotlight exposed a gathering of seven white-tailed deer on the grounds below.

The silence lingered for a couple of seconds. Joshua hadn’t meant to make his friend uncomfortable “It’s all good. I’m going to buy this inn and the surrounding property. My plan is to redevelop it and make it a five-star resort.” Although Faith and her daughter would present a bigger problem than he anticipated, he wasn’t backing down—he couldn’t. “It’s going to be the best resort on the East Coast.”

“I have no doubt it will. But one thing, how will you keep your father from finding out about your plan?”

Joshua straightened his shoulders. “His lawyers will handle everything since he’s out of the country right now. Besides, Melissa will place the bid on my behalf. I’ll be behind the scenes, so she’ll handle everything. Dad will never know who bought it until long after the deal is sealed. By then, there won’t be anything he can do.” At least he hoped there wouldn’t be.

Steve chuckled. “It sounds like you’ve got a good plan.” He paused for a moment. “I’m surprised Melissa is still working as your attorney. After all the years she pined over you, you married Jessica, her best friend. I figured she’d moved on.”

Joshua had never tried to lead Melissa on. They’d known each other since high school and only dated briefly during their junior year. She was a little too high-strung for his taste. Plus, God wasn’t first in her life. “Well, she knows her stuff when it comes to the law.”

Before ending the call, the two friends promised to make an effort to talk more often. Joshua hung up and walked toward the window. It was spitting snow. Jessica never liked the snow. She preferred white sandy beaches and crystal-blue water. His stomach turned as he thought of her. He’d believed he’d known her, especially since they’d dated for three years before they were married. But as soon as she found out he’d quit his job, she’d walked. Right into more money. Five years of marriage and she left me for some rich guy. He mauled his face with his free hand, picturing her on an island in the Caribbean.

He didn’t feel so hungry after all.

* * *

The following morning, after a shower and shave, Joshua donned a black polo shirt and tan slacks before zipping downstairs to the dining room for a quick breakfast. After seeing the snow last night, he couldn’t wait to hit the slopes. He’d had a restless night thinking about Faith’s home on the property. He needed to clear his mind.

He relaxed his shoulders when he stepped inside the dining room and noticed it wasn’t nearly as crowded as last night. He could deal with out-of-town guests, but the locals were more inclined to ask questions.

He strolled through the dining area. Red cedar beams extended along the ceiling. A large stone fireplace in the center of the room emitted an orange glow, providing a warm and cozy focal point. The aroma of sizzling bacon caused his stomach to rumble.

Sliding into the empty table next to the large windows covering the entire back wall, he knew why this had been his mother’s favorite place. The panoramic views of the slopes were incredible. Bringing the outside in was a very nice touch...this was something he’d have to keep in mind during the renovations.

Moments later, a petite woman with hair as white as cotton approached him. With a stubby orange pencil tucked behind her ear, she carried a pot of coffee—just what he needed.

“Well, good morning. Joshua, isn’t it? I’m Mrs. Watson. I’m sorry I missed you at dinner last night.” She wiped her hands down the front of her red-and-white-checked apron and extended her right hand.

After learning Faith lived on the property and thoughts of Jessica, he’d lost his appetite. “I decided to turn in early.”

“Bella told me Faith got you settled into your room.” She flashed a toothy grin. “You certainly impressed our little girl. She went on and on about how you rescued her in the woods as though you were a superhero.”

She sure could talk. Taking advantage of her pause, he stood and shook her hand. “Yes, I’m Joshua. I’m not so sure about the superhero bit, but I’m glad I arrived when I did.”

Mrs. Watson released a heavy sigh. “Amen!”

“I’m anxious to get out on the slopes this morning.”

Mrs. Watson filled his cup to the brim with a piping hot dark-roast blend. “Conditions are excellent this morning. We picked up several inches of snow overnight.”

“I noticed it coming down at a pretty good clip before I went to bed last night.” He glanced toward the lobby and saw Faith dressed in a lemon-lime ski suit.

Mrs. Watson turned and pointed. “Faith’s getting ready to go out with some of the guests, if you’re interested. She organizes all types of outdoor activities for our snow lovers.”

He preferred to ski alone, but since he wasn’t familiar with the slopes, it might be a good idea to go with a group. Plus, it would be a good opportunity to get some valuable information about the resort from Faith. “It sounds like fun. Are you sure she won’t mind another person?” His eyes shifted to the lobby, but she was gone.

“Oh, no, she loves when the guests participate. Why don’t I put in your breakfast order while you go let her know you want to join the group? They’ll be heading out within the hour.”

Joshua smiled. “Perfect.”

“You know, she’s quite the skier. She’s won several big competitions in the state.”

“Really?” He wasn’t too surprised. She had an athletic build, like a runner.

“She’s a great instructor if you’re just learning.”

“I’ve been skiing since I was a boy, so I won’t need lessons.” His stomach grumbled. “Now, about my order—I’ll have a cheese omelet, two slices of toast and some of that delicious-smelling bacon.”

She scribbled on her pad and stuck the pencil behind her ear.

“Faith should be in her office.” She turned and scurried toward the kitchen.

Joshua grabbed his coffee and headed toward the lobby. The young couple he’d seen yesterday when he’d first arrived headed out the front door, each carrying a sled. He liked the idea of the inn offering many outdoor activities for its guests. He’d do the same, but his plans would be on a much grander scale.

Although the door to Faith’s office was open, he gently knocked.

She looked up with a half smile that quickly disappeared.

He gripped his cup with both hands. “I’m sorry to disturb you.”

She rested her pen on the desk and stood. “Don’t be silly—come in.”

He hesitated for a moment before entering her office. Her ski pants swooshed as she crossed the room to meet him halfway. A faint scent of his ex-wife’s favorite cologne tickled his nose. Somehow it smelled different on Faith. Better.

“What can I do for you?”

“Mrs. Watson mentioned you were taking a group out skiing this morning.”

Faith crossed her arms across her chest. “Yes... I am.”

“Do you have room for one more?”

She paused for a moment. A woodpecker drilled on the oak tree outside the window.

“Of course. Will you need equipment?”

He never skied without his own gear. It would be like using someone else’s toothbrush. “No, I brought my stuff. Remember, I did come for some skiing, too.” She didn’t need to know his business motives—at least not now.

“Okay. We’re heading out at ten o’clock. Does that work for you?”

He spied a cuckoo clock on the wall, but it read four o’clock. He pointed toward it. “Looks like you need to wind the clock.”

She turned and shook her head. “It belonged to my grandmother. I can’t stand the sound of a ticking clock.”

His lips parted to share with her their similar dislike, but he decided against it. No sense getting personal. He checked his watch. “That’ll work. I just have to eat breakfast and change clothes.”

“That’s fine. We’ll all meet in the lobby at ten.” She stepped toward her desk, but stopped short and turned. “We’ll ski a black diamond course today. Do you have experience with that level of difficulty?”

Joshua nodded. “Of course I do.”

* * *

Shortly after ten o’clock, Faith squirmed in the chairlift as it climbed the slope. She wasn’t happy she’d ended up sharing a chair with Joshua, but since the others were coupled up, it only made sense.

“So how long have you been skiing?”

She wasn’t in the mood for small talk, not with an eligible bachelor. Was he single? There was no ring on his finger. But with his good looks he probably had women throwing themselves at him. What did she care anyway? “All of my life. When you grow up in Whispering Slopes, they slap skis on your feet as soon as you start to walk.”

He laughed as he scanned the view. “It’s spectacular up here. When I was a kid, I always felt like I was riding to Heaven when I went up on the chairlift.” He paused and looked up toward the sky. “I remember thinking God could hear me better since I was up higher.”

Faith had felt that way once upon a time, but not anymore. Not since God took away the only man she’d ever loved.

The chair stopped with a jerk despite being only halfway to the top.

Great.

This wasn’t how she’d planned on spending her morning. Stuck on the slopes and talking about God. With another abrupt movement, the chair continued its climb. She released a sigh of relief.

Joshua turned and flashed a crooked smile. “Phew. For a minute there, I thought we’d be up here for a while and forced to continue this strained conversation.”

Reaching the top of the mountain, they disembarked and waited for the others. Since everyone was an advanced skier, she’d brought them to the Black Bear’s most difficult slope, the Matterhorn.

With the group gathered in a circle, Faith adjusted her goggles. “The report said the trails are a little icy this morning, so everyone use caution. If you choose to break off from the group, make sure you check in with me when you return to the inn, so everyone is accounted for. Even though you’re all advanced, I think you’ll find the Matterhorn to be quite a challenge. Be safe, but most important, have fun.”

Faith watched as the couples headed down the slope, breaking off as she’d expected.

“You ready?”

She flinched at the sound of his smooth voice and the smell of sweet peppermint. “Ready?”

“Yeah, unless you plan to stand here admiring the view for the rest of the day. What do you say—wanna ski together?” Joshua suggested as he adjusted his goggles.

The sooner she got down to the bottom and away from him, the better. “Sure, let’s go.”

She dug her poles in the ground and pushed. The cold air exploded in her face as she glided down the slope. This was where she was happiest. Swishing down the slopes, she felt as though she was leaving all of the hurt and pain behind. Too bad it always waited for her at the bottom.

Several minutes into the run, she spied Joshua off to her left. He whooshed down the hill with the ease of a professional. Her stomach lurched when she hit an icy spot and almost took a spill. Seconds later, she watched as Joshua’s poles went flying into the air and he was suddenly tumbling down the slope straight toward a cluster of trees. She made a quick turn with her skis. A wave of snow swooshed in the air before she came to a dead stop. She pushed forward in his direction—but it was too late. Joshua had hit the trees and was lying motionless in the snow.

Crouching by his side, she removed her skis and dropped to her knees. “Joshua! Can you hear me?” Her heart pounded through her jacket. She reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone to call for help.

“Black Bear Inn, can I help you?” Thankful Mrs. Watson answered on the first ring, Faith struggled to catch her breath.

“Mrs. Watson—it’s Faith. There’s been an accident up on Matterhorn at marker five. Can you call Doug? He and Jerry will need to bring the stretcher. And please, hurry. Mr. Carlson is unconscious.”

Faith ended the call and stuffed her cell into her pocket. She reached toward Joshua and carefully removed his goggles, not wanting to move him the slightest bit. “Can you hear me?” His eyes remained closed.

Within minutes, the rumble of the approaching snowmobile echoed up the slope. “Hang on, help is coming.”

She rubbed her wet glove across her forehead. Why had she allowed him to come without seeing his ability as a skier, first? She’d been out with the others in the group and knew they were qualified to ski a challenging run. She held her breath as Doug and Jerry gently lifted Joshua and placed him on the stretcher.

Thirty minutes later, she was pacing the floor at Valley Memorial Hospital. The fluorescent lighting buzzed overhead, triggering her memory. She had to get out of here. And fast. Beads of perspiration surfaced on her forehead. She took a sip of the bitter coffee and grimaced. Everything about this place made her stomach queasy.

“Faith!”

She turned and spotted Mrs. Watson racing down the hall. For a sixty-eight-year-old woman, she was in great shape.

“I got here as fast as I could. How’s Mr. Carlson?”

Amazingly, she wasn’t even out of breath. “He’s with the doctor now. They’re doing a CT scan.” Faith had been relieved once Doug and Jerry got Joshua to the bottom of the slope and the ambulance had been waiting. “He regained consciousness on the way here. Hopefully he’ll be okay.”

Mrs. Watson pulled off her coat and flung it on a nearby chair. “So what happened?”

All the way to the hospital, Faith had recalled the last few minutes on the trail. “I’m not sure. One minute he was skiing like a professional, and then he went down. He must have hit some ice.”

“Well, thank God you were with him. What if he’d been up there by himself?”

Faith had the exact thought. That trail didn’t get as much use as the intermediate and beginner’s slopes. Who knows how long he could have lain up there? She shook off the negative thought.

The two women paced the floor for the next thirty minutes. They both turned at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Hello, Faith, Mrs. Watson.” The tall, slender red-haired man smiled before slipping his wire-framed glasses on.

“Hello, Dr. Maxwell,” they responded in unison.

He extended his hand to Faith. His grip was firm. “I understand Mr. Carlson is a guest at your inn.”

“That’s correct. He checked in with us yesterday. Is he going to be okay?” It had been four years since she’d been in this hospital. Her knees weakened. The sooner she could get out of here the better.

“He’s regained consciousness and gave us his father’s number, but we weren’t able to reach him. Mr. Carlson said it was okay if we talk with you about his condition, since his father probably wouldn’t call back.”

Faith lifted an eyebrow. Odd. What kind of father wouldn’t return a phone call concerning his injured son?

The doctor skimmed the papers on his clipboard. “He’s very fortunate he didn’t sustain any broken bones. He’s got a mild concussion and will need to be monitored closely for a day or two.”

“Oh, no problem whatsoever, Doctor. Faith and I can take care of him.”

What? Why was Mrs. Watson so quick to volunteer her services? If she wanted to care for him, fine, but there was no way Faith would play nurse. She had enough on her plate. “Uh...can’t he stay here? Things are really hectic right now.” Her world was about to turn upside down if she didn’t figure out a plan to place a bid on the inn. She couldn’t lose it...it was all the security she and Bella had in their life.

Mrs. Watson stepped forward. “Nonsense, Faith. With your medical background, we can handle the inn and Mr. Carlson. After all, it’s the least we can do for a guest who’s planning such a long stay.”

“Exactly what I was thinking. With four years of medical school under your belt, you’re more than qualified,” Dr. Maxwell said. “Besides, he’s contributing to our local economy and it’s important we give special attention to our out-of-town visitors. We want to keep them coming back, don’t we?”

What was happening here? Faith raked her fingers through the back of her thick hair. Yes, she had completed medical school. She’d just begun her residency when her entire world collapsed around her. Medicine was part of her past—and exactly where it would stay.

The overhead intercom filled the hall with static, paging Dr. Maxwell. “I have to get going. I’ll keep Mr. Carlson overnight for observation, but you can pick him up tomorrow afternoon.”

Faith didn’t remember agreeing to this, but what else could she do? She released a heavy breath. She’d been overruled. “We’ll be here.”

She wasn’t doing this on her own. Mrs. Watson seemed anxious to volunteer, so she would be the one to care for him. Faith had no intention of utilizing her medical background—ever. How could she? The memories were too haunting.


Chapter Three (#u41ab1d2c-c2a6-573d-bce7-2c31a170e45d)

The following afternoon at the inn, Joshua burrowed his throbbing head back into a mound of oversize down pillows. “This really isn’t necessary. I’ll be fine. Besides, the doctor said it was only a mild concussion. He did release me, you know?”

“It’s not ‘only.’ A concussion of any degree shouldn’t be ignored.”

He eyed Faith, wondering how she’d ended up with the short straw. Judging from her stiff posture and stony expression, playing babysitter wasn’t something she wanted any part of. “So how did you get stuck with me?” He’d rather have stayed at the hospital than be cared for by the woman whose life he was going to turn upside down.

“You were fortunate. Head injuries aren’t something to take lightly. Like it or not, we’re stuck with each other for the next forty-eight hours. Mrs. Watson is supposed to help, but she’s had some sort of emergency in the kitchen.” She turned toward the plantation shutters, closing both.

“I just took a little tumble.” He knew God had been watching over him yesterday, and for that he was thankful. He’d skied long enough to know the risks involved. Years ago, a good friend from college was left paralyzed following a skiing accident. “This all seems like a little too much, don’t you think?”

“Actually...no.” She picked up a pitcher of water sitting on the dresser and poured him half a glass. “You need to let me know if you develop a headache or if you experience any dizziness or blurred vision.” Faith placed the water on the nightstand.

“How did you become such an expert on concussions? Is it part of some training you had to take to work here?”

She fidgeted with the gold chain around her neck. “Something like that.”

Boy, he’d been around some tight-lipped people before, but hers were cemented shut. It was obvious his questions were making her uncomfortable, but why? “Can you please hand me my laptop? It’s over there on the desk.”

Faith firmly planted her hands on her hips. “You can’t use your computer for the next two days.”

This was outrageous. He wasn’t going to put his life on hold because of a slight bump on the head. He had too much work to do to get ready for the auction. “Please bring it to me.”

Her feet appeared glued to the floor.

He peeled back the tan-and-black flannel blanket and placed his feet on the gleaming hardwood floor. “Fine—I’ll get it myself.”

Her face turned cherry red. “You most certainly will not! Get back in the bed.” She lunged toward him. “You don’t seem to understand the precautions that must be taken following a head injury. You’re my responsibility and I’m telling you, complete bed rest is a must. That means no computers, television or reading.”

Releasing a heavy sigh, he flopped back against the pillows and covered himself with the blanket. “Can I at least have my phone?”

“No electronics of any kind. Do you understand?”

He didn’t understand. A thought surged into his mind: Could she know the real reason why he was here? Was that why she was keeping such a close eye on him and not even allowing him access to his business files? There was no point in hiding the reason he was in Whispering Slopes. She’d find out sooner or later anyway. “Please, let me have my laptop. I have pressing business to address.”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry. Nothing is so important to jeopardize your well-being. Please don’t make me remove your devices from the room.”

Joshua shot her a look. “Look—I may as well be up-front with you. I’m here for the auction.” He gripped the blanket, prepared for her reaction.

Silence filled the room. For a second, he wished he hadn’t removed the batteries from the clock. The ticking would be better than the sound of her angry breaths.

Faith fiddled with the guest towels before she finally spoke. “If that’s the only reason you’ve come, you’re wasting your time. There’s not going to be an auction.”

Obviously, the woman was in denial. And why wouldn’t she be? She’d lose her home and possibly her job. Maybe he could hire her—but really, why would she want to work for him? “What makes you say that?”

She rolled her shoulders back. “I plan to contact the owner before the auction. I’ll make him an offer, so an auction won’t be necessary.”

“And you have that kind of—” He bit his tongue, realizing he’d overstepped his bounds, but it was too late.

Her face grimaced. “Not right at the moment, but I’ll get it. This property is way too important to me to let it go. I’ll explain it to the owners. They’ll understand.”

If she only knew whom she was up against, she’d realize she was fighting a losing battle. His father couldn’t care less about her family. He certainly didn’t care about his own. “I wouldn’t count on it.”

Faith approached his bed and crossed her arms. “How would you know?”

“The so-called sympathetic owner happens to be my father. I’ll give you a heads-up...he’s the least understanding person you’ll ever meet.” He knew the man well enough to know money always came first. RC Carlson wouldn’t give a hoot if this place was important to her. If he had any heart at all, his own son wouldn’t be going behind his back to try and purchase the inn.

She stared at the ground and then tilted her head up. “Your father owns this property?”

Giggles outside the door and a light knock brought an abrupt end to their discussion.

“Faith, it’s Joy. Are you in there?”

“It’s my sister. She has Bella with her today.”

He sat up a little more, curious to meet Faith’s twin. “By all means, we might as well have the entire family in on this conversation.”

She shot him a glare before opening the door.

“Mr. Joshua!” Bella tore into the room and bounded onto the bed. “Are you okay?” She nuzzled her head into his shoulder and his heart melted.

“I’m just fine...well, I would be if your mother ever lets me out of this bed, or at least allows me to use my laptop. She seems to be the expert on concussions.”

Bella pulled away. “She was almost a doctor.”

His eyes narrowed as he turned to Faith. “Almost a doctor?”

She strolled toward her daughter and hoisted her off the bed. “Bella, go downstairs and see if Mrs. Watson needs any help in the kitchen. We’ll be down in a couple of minutes—run along, now.”

At the door, the child turned. “I hope you’re better in time for the snowman-making contest, Mr. Joshua. You can be on our team.” She skipped out the door, whistling a melody.

Faith’s sister approached his bedside. “Hello, I’m Joy.” She extended her slender hand and smiled.

Both women had caramel hair and fair coloring, but their chestnut eyes were different. Faith had a far-off sadness in her eyes; the light had been extinguished. Maybe it had to do with Bella not having a father around, but perhaps that had been by choice.

He shook Joy’s hand. “I’d stand up, but she might chain me to the bed.” He tipped his head in Faith’s direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Joy.” He smiled. “All joking aside, I am thankful for your sister’s help when I fell. Being stuck on top of a mountain overnight isn’t on my bucket list.”

Her smile was warm, unlike her sister’s.

“It sounds as though she returned the favor,” she stated.

“What do you mean?” Faith interjected as she walked closer toward the bed.

“Well, you were there to help Joshua yesterday on the slopes and he helped you find Bella the other evening.” Joy smiled at Joshua. “According to my niece, you came out from nowhere, like a superhero. That’s what she called you.”

His face heated. “I don’t know about that—anyone would have done the same.”

“Faith tells me you plan to stay for several weeks. You must work in a business that allows you the luxury of working anywhere.”

“Actually, Joshua is here to bid on the inn. Isn’t that right?” Faith’s eyes practically seared his skin.

He’d gone from superhero to villain in a matter of seconds. “Ah...yes, it is.”

“He was just telling me RC Carlson—you know, the man I write my rent check to—is his father. Small world, isn’t it?”

Beads of sweat peppered his forehead. “Listen, I’m not really up to discussing this right now.” His head pounded. Perhaps there was more to this concussion thing than he realized.

She reached for Joy’s arm. “Let’s go. He needs his rest.”

Faith turned before exiting. “I’ll have Mrs. Watson bring up your dinner.”

His stomach churned. “No, thank you. I think I’ll hold out until breakfast. I really just want to sleep.”

“Okay, but dial 99 if you need anything. The call will forward to my house.”

And with that, she pulled the door shut.

Joshua released a heavy breath. He’d thought being up-front with Faith would relieve some of his guilt, but unfortunately, it hadn’t happened. The sweet little girl who’d showed so much concern could lose her home, thanks to him. But what else could he do? He had to move forward to honor his mother’s memory. She’d always been there for him—he needed to be there for her.

* * *

“Mommy, can I wear my white dress to church today?”

With her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, Faith sat at the kitchen table and gazed out the window. The black-capped chickadees were busy devouring the birdseeds she’d put out yesterday. “No, sweetie, that’s a summer dress.”

“I can wear my heavy coat—please.”

Opposite the feeder, the thermometer read twenty degrees. “It’s below freezing outside. Put on the pretty long-sleeved black-and-white dress.” She took a slow and easy sip. Caffeine—exactly what she needed this morning. She thought back about the past couple of days. She hadn’t realized until last night, as she tossed and turned in bed, how emotionally draining it had been being back in a hospital, especially the ER. To make matters worse, now she’d been forced to care for a man whose business plan would make her homeless and unemployed. Where would she and Bella go? Whispering Slopes was the only home they’d known.

Patent leather shoes tapped along the hardwood floor. “Mommy, will Mr. Joshua be okay?”

She turned toward the doorway and her heart squeezed. Bella had a way of melting her worries. Wearing Faith’s favorite dress, her daughter looked like a princess. “I think he’ll be fine. Mrs. Watson is keeping a close eye on him today. He just needs rest.” She headed toward the pantry and pulled out a box of cereal, trying to ignore the concerns she had about Bella’s growing attachment to Joshua.

“Why aren’t we having pancakes?” Bella’s shoulders drooped as she took a seat at the table.

Sunday morning pancakes were a tradition for a couple of years; they’d been Bella’s father’s favorite. After he died, she’d continued the tradition with her daughter. With her mind on the auction and playing nurse, she’d completely forgotten. “I’m sorry, there’s not enough time for pancakes this morning.” She poured the chocolate puffs into Bella’s favorite cereal bowl and bit her lip. “What if we have them for dinner instead?”

Bella’s chair squeaked as she bobbled up and down. “That’s even better.”

“It is?” Faith poured the milk and placed the bowl in front of Bella.

“Because pancakes are for breakfast—we’re breaking the rules.” She giggled and scooped a spoon of puffs into her mouth.

Faith ran her hand through her daughter’s curls. “You’re a goof—now eat. Mrs. Underwood will be here any minute to take you to Sunday school.”

Bella took a sip of her orange juice. “Why aren’t you taking me?”

She didn’t want her daughter to know anything about the auction until she had all the facts. Faith strolled to the coffeepot and poured another cup. “Aunt Joy is coming over this morning. I have to talk with her about something.”

Bella swallowed her last bite. “About what?” She lifted the bowl and started to drink the now-chocolate milk.

Faith reached for her hand. “Use your manners, please.” She took the dish, placed it into the stainless-steel sink and turned on the faucet. “If you want chocolate milk, you’ll drink it from a glass, not a bowl. Now hurry along and brush your teeth.”

“But I want to stay and listen.”

Faith walked toward her daughter with her arms crossed. “Bella.”

Bella gulped down the last of her juice and zipped toward her bedroom.

Gravel crunched outside. Faith glanced out the window and spied Mrs. Underwood’s minivan cruising up the driveway. The horn tooted. Faith opened the front door, just off from the kitchen. She waved as a blast of January air smacked her in the face. “She’ll be right out.” Shutting out the cold, she shuffled into the laundry room and grabbed her sweater. “Bella, your ride is here,” she yelled down the hallway.

“Coming.” The girl tore into the laundry room and snatched her coat.

“Aunt Joy and I will see you after Sunday school.” Faith stooped down and kissed her cheek.

“Love you, Mommy.” She hopped down the porch steps and rushed to the van.

Fifteen minutes later, dressed in a tan pantsuit with a long-sleeved chocolate turtleneck underneath, Faith topped off her coffee and placed it into the microwave for one minute. Her heart squeezed as she recalled how special Sunday morning coffee used to be before Chris died. As though they were the only people in the world, they’d share their hopes and desires during those precious predawn hours. Their first dream had come to fruition with the birth of their daughter. The second had died in the fire, along with Chris.

The microwave beeped. Faith removed the steaming mug as the sound of a car door slamming signaled her twin’s arrival. Her heart raced, anxious to get Joy’s thoughts on the auction.

A chilly draft consumed the room as Joy made her entrance into the foyer and sauntered into the kitchen. “So what’s so urgent, sis? The message you left at three o’clock this morning sounded a little cryptic.” She reached for a coffee mug and poured herself a cup before stripping off her coat and flinging it across the back of the kitchen table chair. “What on earth were you doing up so early?”

“Trying to quiet my racing mind—I need to talk to you about something.”

Joy studied her twin. “What’s wrong? Is Bella okay?”

“Yes, she’s fine. It’s about the inn going up for auction.” Saying it out loud made it even more real.

Joy’s brow crinkled as she slumped into the chair. “What’s the big deal? Businesses go under new management all of the time and nothing changes. You and Bella won’t be forced to move, and you’ll be able to keep your job—after all, you’re the reason the place is so successful.”

Their voices fell silent as a cardinal chirped outside the window.

Despite her worries, she smiled. “I never told you, but Chris and I talked about purchasing an inn one day. At first, I thought it was silly, but Chris really wanted it. In time, I warmed up to the idea and actually became as excited as he’d been. We spent hours huddled around the kitchen table making plans. I have two notebooks packed with our ideas, sketches, costs—everything.” Faith shivered. “If only we’d put our dream into action sooner, he’d be alive.”

“Come on, don’t go down the road of blaming yourself. Chris loved his job.”

True—but she’d pushed him into a field he’d never considered, all because she needed security. What kind of security did she have now? Sure, there was a life insurance for Bella’s college tuition, but she’d lost her best friend, Bella had lost her daddy, and sadly, Chris had never fulfilled his dream. “I’m thinking about bidding on the Black Bear...” Her voice trembled.

Joy’s mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?”

Tears escaped Faith’s eyes. “I forced Chris into a job he never wanted. He would have been content to work along with his father, building furniture for the family business.”

“You know that wasn’t Chris.”

Maybe it wasn’t, but at least he’d still be alive. She’d have a husband, and her daughter, a father. “There wasn’t any security in that position. His father always struggled to make ends meet and he couldn’t afford to send any of their children to college.” Faith wiped her eyes. “I didn’t want that for our future children.” She swallowed hard to force down the lump lodged in her throat. “Or for me. I was selfish and greedy.”

“Wanting security for your family isn’t being greedy, Faith.”

A sense of excitement missing for years returned, as adrenaline coursed through her body. Maybe the auction wasn’t meant to be bad news. Perhaps it was an opportunity for Chris’s dream and hers to live on—for her to provide security for her daughter. She sprung from her chair. “I’ll be right back,” she yelled over her shoulder as she took off down the hall. Her feet skidded on the hardwood floor.

Inside her bedroom, she dropped to her knees and yanked open the lid to the pine chest sitting at the foot of her bed. Underneath Bella’s baby blanket—their dream. She snatched the two spiral notebooks and clutched them close to her heart. Tears moistened her eyelashes as she recalled the day she’d packed them away—the day she buried her husband. Tossing the blanket inside the chest, she closed the lid. On her way back to the kitchen, she grabbed a tissue from the box on her dresser. I’m going to do this, sweetheart—for us. She blotted her eyes and bolted out of the bedroom, excited to share their plan with her sister.

“What’s come over you? You’re glowing like the top of Cape Hatteras Lighthouse,” Joy said as she picked up one of the spiral notebooks Faith had placed in front of her. “Is this it?”

Faith took her seat. “And this.” She slid the second notebook in front of her twin. “This is three years of dreaming and planning, right up until the day before he died. I want to do this, Joy. I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life.”

Joy leaned back into her chair, flipping through page after page of scribbled notes. She carefully closed the book. “Well, remember what grandmother always said. ‘If you’ve got a dream, track it like a bloodhound.’ I say go for it, sis.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Really? You’re behind me on this?”

Joy laughed. “Does it really matter? You’ve got your mind set—I know you.”

“Of course it does. Your opinion means a lot to me.” She fingered her necklace. “As a kid, I always wanted your approval.” She smiled and reached for Joy’s hand. “I guess nothing has really changed.”

“A lot has. You’ve been through so much in the past four years, losing Chris and raising Bella on your own. I’m so proud to call you my sister. You’re the strongest person I know, Faith.” Joy wiped away a tear and straightened her shoulders. “I think God has orchestrated this auction just for you.”

Her, strong? The weeks following Chris’s death, she’d been about as strong as a newly fledged hummingbird. “I couldn’t have survived those first couple of years without you, sis.” Faith leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “As for God, I’m not so sure about Him being behind this.” She watched her sister’s reaction. “You know we’re not exactly on speaking terms.”

“That doesn’t matter. He still loves you and wants the best for you. He’ll work everything out for good, if you open your heart to Him.”

The hum of the refrigerator hung in the air.

Joy squirmed in her chair and leaned forward. “About yesterday, let me make sure I’ve got this straight,” she said with a grin. “That gorgeous man, Joshua, is your boss’s son and your landlord, too...very interesting.”

She couldn’t argue the facts. He was handsome. “I thought there was something up with him.” Faith sat forward and placed her elbows on the table. “What I don’t understand is why Joshua’s father doesn’t just give him the property.”

“Maybe he doesn’t know his son’s interested.”

Faith drummed her fingers along her lips. “I suppose, but why keep it a secret?”

“People keep secrets for different reasons. Why didn’t you ever tell me you’ve dreamed of owning an inn?”

Her stomach sank. “After Chris died, I didn’t see any reason to harp on a dream that was over.”

A smile curled across Joy’s lips. “So...how does it feel to bring it back to life?”

“Exhilarating. Scary.” Could she do this? She let her gaze drift toward the window and the snow-covered mountains. This land had always been her home. She couldn’t lose it now. “I think I’ll have to take out a loan.”

“What about the insurance—”

“No!” Faith shook her head. She refused to touch the life insurance money. One thing she knew for sure—life could change in a heartbeat and you must be prepared. That money was the only way she could provide a secure future for her daughter.

“I can help you.” Joy squeezed her sister’s hand. “You know I’ve got a good pension through the school’s retirement plan. I could borrow from my 401(k).”

Faith shook her head. “No way. It’s your security. I won’t have you tapping into those funds.”

“But I believe in your dream. If anyone can make this happen, it’s you...don’t ever forget it.”

Faith didn’t know what she’d do without her sister. “I won’t...thanks.”

“Maybe you could talk to Joshua? Let him know the inn was your childhood home after Mom and Dad were killed, and we went to live with Grandma and Grandpa.”

“He already knows, but it doesn’t matter to him. He wants it as much as I do.”

Joy’s brow arched. “And you know that after only a couple days?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “If only we’d been here, instead of away at college, maybe we could have helped Grandma and Grandpa financially and prevented RC Carlson from purchasing their property? It would have been nice to have kept their house in the family.”

“Well, as determined as you are, I think you’ll get what you want.”

Faith only hoped she could stay strong and fight for the property. Being back in the hospital and then having to use her medical skills to care for Joshua had sapped her strength. Who was she kidding? She was weak. Anyone who dropped out of medical school because they have panic attacks—at a hospital of all places—was pathetic.

But she was about to show her strength.


Chapter Four (#u41ab1d2c-c2a6-573d-bce7-2c31a170e45d)

Joshua squirmed in the front seat of Faith’s SUV. It smelled like lavender, his mother’s favorite fragrance. He buckled his seat belt, thankful Tuesday morning had finally arrived. Cute as she might be, he couldn’t wait to be released from Faith’s care. She’d been like a hawk, watching over every move. Now it was time to get back to the business of keeping the inn for his mother. “I thought Mrs. Watson was driving me to my doctor’s appointment.”

Faith yanked down the visor as the morning sun streamed through the windshield. “She had to stay and help Michael. He’s preparing a special meal for tonight.”

“I know this is the last thing you want to be doing—so thanks.”

“It’s not a problem.”

They traveled in silence for the remainder of the fifteen-minute drive. Faith hit the turn signal when they reached the parking lot of the hospital.

Once inside, Joshua took a seat in the waiting room. Faith made him nervous as she paced the floor. “Why don’t you have a seat?” Her heels pecked against the tile. When he was married to Jessica, her stiletto shoes had always annoyed him. But now, even though she’d broken the vows they’d made before God over love for another man and money, he missed the sound.

It made him think about Jessica. Had she ever really loved him? He certainly had loved her. And he had to admit that a tiny part of him couldn’t wait for her to get wind of his new business venture.

“The receptionist said the doctor was behind schedule because of a multicar accident.” He patted his hand on the empty brown vinyl chair next to his, but Faith turned and walked toward the vending machine.





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