Calm & Bright: Huckleberry Lake, #1

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This Christmas, Brad Hughes hopes he can convince his ex-wife Maddie he’s not the unreliable, workaholic charmer she married young and then divorced. They'll be together over the holidays, for the sake of their four year old son. But what chance do they have of becoming a family again, when she can’t leave  the tiny Idaho lakeside community she grew up in, and he's a city boy through and through. Can they allow God to heal their broken marriage and broken hearts before his career tears them apart again?

I adore Christmas! Yummy food, fairy lights, decorating the tree, giving and receiving gifts—the big kid in me delights in all that! Plus it's a time for family, faith, and love, all things that mean a lot to me. And they're all important elements of my new novella Calm & Bright, too. It's a story of finding home, a second chance at love, and the greatest gift of all—the gift of a second chance with God.

I've wanted to write this story since my spring release in 2015, Forget Paris. Brad appears in it briefly, and unfortunately he's a bit of a jerk! Okay, a LOT of a jerk! But I love knowing none of us is such a jerk we can't be redeemed by love and faith. That earlier story woke Brad up that he needed to change, and in this story, God helps him find his heart's true home.

This book begins a new series, set in beautiful Huckleberry Lake, Idaho! Every book is a complete romance, following a different couple through the trials and joys of a developing love, deepening their faith in the process, until they're ready for the happy-ever-after God has planned for them.

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Contents

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

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Chapter 1

December 23

I fell for your lines too many times before, Brad. Never again.

Maddie Calder Hughes wouldn’t fall for her ex-husband’s charm this time.

No matter how honest and convincing he sounded. No matter how her heart raced and her body trembled simply being in the same room with him. She’d been swept off her feet, crazy in love when she said, I do. But she was smarter now.

Too many broken promises. Too many shattered hopes.

His smile didn’t falter. She must have imagined that flash of hurt in his eyes, the way the lines around them deepened for a moment. Because nothing wobbled Brad’s self-confidence.

When she asked Brad to come to Huckleberry Lake for Christmas, the last thing she expected was he’d ask her to consider a reconciliation. But he had, almost as soon as he arrived at Gran’s cottage.

Part of her hadn’t expected him to even turn up, despite his promises things would be different this time. She’d longed to tell him to forget it, to stay in the city and work through the holidays as he usually did. But though Brad had betrayed her and their marriage vows, she couldn’t deny their son a visit with his father.

Especially at Christmas.

At least this time she’d insisted on it being on her terms. No sterile, child-unfriendly hotel room in L.A., hardly seeing him because he couldn’t take time away from his high-powered healthcare management job. This Christmas, Brad came to them, or he wouldn’t see Jacob.

Huckleberry Lake, Idaho. The opposite of the big-city hustle Brad thrived on.

Here, in the place she’d lived her whole life, she could resist the treacherous tug of her emotions, everything in him that still called to her. Here, she knew who she was.

A Calder of Sunset Point.

But what she hadn’t considered when she asked him to come here was how seeing him in Gran’s living room flooded her with memories. Last time he’d been here, their love was new and clean and bright. Back then, anything seemed possible. The cozy cluttered room felt so much smaller, filled by his vibrant presence.

It’s not a line. Brad reached out to her, a gesture of apology. I simply wanted to be honest and upfront with you.

Looking away, she shook her head. His gesture was as empty as his words.

Standing behind the upholstered wingchair while he sat in Pop’s old recliner had been wise. She clamped her fingers to the chair’s upper edge. Safer to keep her distance. If she took his hand, if she touched him, she’d be lost.

Brad’s hand dropped to his side, and he loosed a long, low breath. I wish you’d believe I’ve changed.  I’m going to church again, doing counseling with my pastor. Won’t you give me and our marriage a second chance?

She risked a glance at him. His steady gaze and his clear hazel eyes seemed so sincere. Maybe he really had changed. With God, all things were possible, right? A small, hopeful part of her wanted to believe it, wanted to rebuild her trust in him. He’d come back to Huckleberry Lake, where they’d first met, after all.

Maddie...

Just her name, yet his voice washed over her, sweet and warm as maple syrup on pancakes. And his smile. Oh, his smile.

The summer they met, she’d fallen instantly in love with him, because of his smile. One curve of his lips, one hint of his beguiling dimple, one twitch of his eyebrow, and she’d melted.

Older and wiser now, she was immune.

She hoped.

Annoyingly, his smile still made her heart flip over, though that instinctive response was far from welcome now. Brad’s smiles came too easy. He could turn that confident grin on anyone. Use it to win a deal in business. Or to charm other women. She wasn’t the only one to respond to his smile.

As she refused to respond, his beautifully sculpted lips drooped. His broad shoulders sagged. It looked so much like disappointment and sorrow.

But it couldn’t be genuine. But despite knowing the truth about him, Louise’s email confirming her doubts and fears, she so badly wanted to believe his act.

To trust him again.

Her back straightened. Whenever her resolve weakened, she needed to remember how things had really been. How many promises he’d broken. How many nights and weekends she’d been on her own. And what he’d done since their marriage ended.

She’d given him time. She’d waited for him to come to her. And he hadn’t. He was only back now because his plan B didn’t work out. He didn’t want her. He simply didn’t want to be alone.

That wasn’t enough to base a life together on.

Brad, you need to accept that our marriage is over. We’re Jacob’s parents. Nothing more. Though she kept her voice gentle, her hands sliced a cutting gesture, underlining how she meant her words. She felt nothing for him now. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

Maybe if she repeated it often enough, she’d believe it.

He nodded slowly. If that’s final, I have to accept it, though I don’t want to. A hint of a smile curved his lips. I have ten days to convince you to change your mind.

Brad never did let setbacks get him down. Resilient as a rubber ball, he bounced up again. Like his charm, it was an asset he knew how to use. If one plan didn’t work, he simply moved on.

I won’t change my mind. I can’t go back to living the way we did. Her flat tone held finality, but more than a hint of regret.

Without meaning to, her arms crossed over her chest and clasped her shoulders, as if she needed to hug herself. She wasn’t proud of the way their marriage ended. The way she’d ended it. When she made those vows, she’d fully intended them to last for life.

But she hadn’t known then how tough her marriage would be.

He stood and took a step toward her, hands outreached. She stiffened. Seeming to hear her unspoken message for once, he subsided back into Pop’s old leather-covered recliner, shaking his head.

Something—anger?—glinted in his eyes, and his jaw tightened. You never told me you were unhappy. Then you rushed up here when your gran had her stroke and needed looking after. I understood that, she means a lot to you. But next thing, I’m served divorce papers, and a Fed Ex parcel arrives containing your rings. What was I supposed to think? For all I knew, you’d met someone else.

"I respected our marriage vows!" Antagonism sparked her voice.

Puzzlement creased Brad’s brow, and he raised his hands, almost in surrender. So did I.

Did you? Hurt disbelief wobbled her. They’d strayed into territory she wasn’t sure she wanted to discuss. Would knowing what really happened be even worse than her suspicions and Louise’s tip-offs? We can’t talk about this now. Gran and Hiram will be home with Jacob any minute.

Brad’s shoulders slumped. I don’t want us to argue over the past, Maddie. I’m different now. Let’s look to the future. I’m willing to see my part of why things didn’t work out, and do what I can to fix it. I want us to be a family again.

Her heart ached to believe he was the different person he claimed to be, so badly. Something in her still yearned for him, still felt that soul-deep attraction that brought them together and carried them through a long-distance engagement. That had made her so sure he was the one.

He certainly looked different, as if he’d been indoors more, out of the California sunshine. The boyishly handsome features were the same, but his golden tan had faded. The natural sun-streaks in his hair were subtler,