Hearts Crossed (Buchanan Saga Book 4)

Not wanting to burden or depend on anyone, Sierra is surprised to find the Crossing offers so much more than a place to rest her head. She had given this a great deal of consideration. Colorado had not been her only option but she decided it might be the best one. Her brother Cal, with whom she shared a deep bond, was making a life here and he wanted her to be part of it.

Sierra needed a new place to start over. A place with no bad memories, where she had no history and yet, had a strong emotional connection. Her big brother was a powerful pull. He was eight years older but had been more than just her brother. He had been her best friend. His house in progress, that is.

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Cal and Maggie had been married less than six months and were living in the barn they were converting into a house. A very important part of creating a new life was independence. She did not want to be accountable to anyone but herself. The truth, hidden protectively in her heart, was that she was afraid to depend on Cal again as she had when she was a little girl. He had a new family, after all.

Independence was a little frightening. But, she reminded herself, she did have her brother near and willing to lend a hand if she needed anything, just as she was more than eager to be there for Cal and Maggie. She was thirty years old and it was high time she built a life that reflected the new woman she was becoming. This was a joyful, challenging, exciting and terrifying change. If a little lonely at times…. She had a short checklist of things she wanted to settle for herself before seeing Cal.

First—she wanted to look around the area. Timberlake was the town closest to where her brother and Maggie lived and she thought it was adorable. It was a little touristy, a little on the Wild West side with its clapboard shop fronts and Victorian-style houses, surrounded by the beauty of snow-topped mountains and long, deep fields.

The first day she spent in the small town there was a herd of elk cantering down the main street. One big bull was bugling at the cows and calves, herding them away from the town and back to grazing land. They were at once majestic and klutzy, wandering in a little confusion through the cars. An old guy standing in front of a barbershop explained to her that with spring, they were moving to higher elevations, cows were giving birth, grazing was found in different areas.

And in the fall, he said, watch out for rutting season. That was all it took for Sierra to begin to hope this would be the right place for her, because her heart beat a little faster just watching that grand herd move through town. The owner of the hostel, a woman in her sixties called Midge, had said there were rooms and apartments being let by local homeowners all over town.

As it happened, Sierra loved the early morning. She even had an app for her phone. There were regularly scheduled meetings everywhere. In Timberlake and in all the small towns surrounding it from Breckinridge to Colorado Springs. They were usually held in churches but there were some in community centers, in office buildings, hospitals and even clubhouses.

She would never be without support. Sierra had reconnected with Cal about seven months ago, right before he and Maggie married.

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Those years had been especially difficult for Cal; the past five years had been brutal. His first wife, Lynne, had suffered from scleroderma, a painful, fatal disease, and had passed away three years ago. Cal had been a lost soul.

But that was in the past and the future was her opportunity. Sierra was thrilled for him. He would never know how much she looked forward to a baby. She would be an auntie. Since she would never have children of her own, this was an unexpected gift. Cal Jones lay back against the pillows, his fingers laced behind his head, sheet drawn to his waist. He watched Maggie preen naked in front of the full-length mirror, checking her profile. Just the tiniest curve where her waist had been. She kept smoothing her hand over it. She beamed at him, her eyes alive.

He watched her with pride. Thin as a reed with that little bump that he put there, her smile wistful and almost angelic. She wanted the baby as much as he did; she thrilled with each day it grew in her. This baby had healed something in her. And it filled him with a new hope.

Magnificently, I might add. She reached for her underwear, then her jeans, then her sweatshirt.

The show was over. Tom will be here anytime. Cal and Maggie were living in the barn they were renovating into a big house with the guidance of Tom Canaday, a local with some amazing carpentry and other building skills. Tom had good subcontractors to help, speeding up the process. Tom, Cal and a few extra hands had finally finished off a bedroom and functional bath- room along with a semifunctional kitchen. The proper master bedroom would be up- stairs.

They had a good seal on their temporary bedroom door so they could sleep there and not be overcome by sawdust or the dirt of construction. Maggie spent most of her free time at the store helping her dad. Then there were those three or four days a week she was in Denver where she practiced neurosurgery. During her days away, Cal and Tom did the things that were noisiest, smelliest and messiest—the pounding and sawing, cutting granite and quartz, applying the noxious sealer, installing the floors, sanding and staining.

But the most precious addition of all was the Shop-Vac. That little beauty kept dirt, sawdust, spillage and debris manageable. It was their goal to have the house finished before the baby came, due in October. Tom Canaday was at the house, his truck backed up to the door, before Cal had finished making Maggie breakfast—very likely by design.

Cal got the eggs back out and started making more breakfast. Tom brought his twenty-year-old son, Jackson; something he did whenever Jackson had a day free of classes. In the cavernous great room they sat at a long picnic table. They met with subcontractors there, spread material samples or design renderings on it, looked through catalogs. It was truly multipurpose. Nestled on the Oregon coast is a small town of rocky beaches and rugged charm. Developers see it as a potential gold mine. Cooper has never been a man to settle in one place, and Thunder Point was supposed to be just another quick stop.

But Cooper finds himself getting involved with the town. And with Sarah Dupre, a woman as complicated as she is beautiful. With the whole town watching for his next move, Cooper has to choose between his old life and a place full of new possibilities. A place that just might be home. He pulled to the side of the road frequently to let a long string of motorists pass. Skipping the garden tour, he bought a sandwich and drink and headed out of the monument-size trees to the open road, which very soon revealed the rocky Oregon Coast.

Cooper stopped at the first outlook over the ocean and parked. The message I got was that Ben was killed, and there were no details. I want to talk to the Sheriff. Preferably, see the Sheriff when I talk to him. I need some answers. I just found out. Some old guy—Rawley someone —found a phone number and called me.

He was killed, Rawley said. I want to know what happened to him. He was my friend. But Cooper wanted to look him in the eye when he heard the tale. We were supposed to meet with a third buddy from the Army in Virgin River for some hunting.

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Ben always said he had a bait shop. About four miles down Gibbons, look for a homemade sign that says Cheap Drinks. Turn left onto Bailey Pass. It curves down the hill. Cooper signed off, slipped the phone into his jacket pocket and got out of the truck. He put his lunch on the hood and leaned against the truck, looking out at the northern Pacific Ocean. The beach was rocky, and there were two-story boulders sticking out of the water. A low flying orange and white helicopter flew over the water—a Coast Guard HH Dolphin, search and rescue.

For a moment he had a longing to be back in a chopper, surprised it was only a moment. Once he got this business about Ben straightened out, he might get to the chore of looking for a flying job. That job had really soured for him after an oil spill. He hated the thought of going back to work for an oil company. His head turned as he followed the Coast Guard chopper across the water. He was more inclined to avoid off-shore storms than to fly right into them to pluck someone out of a wild sea.

He took a couple of swallows of his drink and a big bite of his sandwich, vaguely aware of a number of vehicles pulling into the outlook parking area. People were getting out of their cars and trucks and moving to the edge of the viewing area with binoculars and cameras. The waves crashed against the big rocks with deadly power, and the wind was really kicking up. He knew only too well how dicey hovering in wind conditions like that could be. And so close to the rocks. If anything went wrong, that helicopter might not be able to recover in time to avoid the boulders or crashing surf.

Then a man in a harness emerged from the helicopter, dangling on a cable. He put down his sandwich and dove into the truck, grabbing for the binoculars in the central compartment. He honed in on that boulder, a good forty or fifty feet tall, and what had been two specs he recognized as two human beings. One was on top of the rock, squatting to keep from being blown over in the wind, the other clinging to the face of the rock.

And now, thanks to the binoculars, he could see a small boat was floating away from the rock. They both wore what appeared to be wet suits under their climbing gear. There was a stray rope anchored to the rock and flapping in the breeze. The emergency medical tech grabbed onto the wall of the rock beside the stranded climber, stabilized himself with an anchor in the stone, and held there for a minute. Then the climber hoisted himself off the wall of the rock and onto the EMT, piggy back to the front of the harnessed rescuer, both of them pulled immediately up to the copter via the cable.

They were quickly pulled within. And that was the hard part. Rescuing the guy up top was going to be less risky for all involved. The chopper backed away from the rock slightly while victim number one was pulled inside and presumably stabilized. Then, slowly edging near the rock once more, hovering there, a rescue basket was deployed. The climber on top waited until the basked was right there before he stood, grabbed it and literally fell inside. As he was being pulled up, motorists around Cooper cheered. Before the climber was pulled all the way into the chopper, the small craft that had gotten away from them crashed against the mountainous boulder and broke into pieces.

It left nothing but debris on the water. Once the boat was lost, so were they. Who called the Coast Guard? Probably one of them, from a cell phone. Cooper found himself thinking, And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes our matinee for today. Join us again tomorrow for another show. As the other motorists slowly departed, Coop finished his sandwich, then got back on heading north. It was a very narrow two lane that went switchback style down a steep hill. It then hit a turn off, but there was only a sign and arrow pointing left, Cheap Drinks.

Very classy, he found himself thinking. From that sign, however, he could see the lay of the land, and it was beautiful.

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It was a very wide inlet or bay that stretched like a U settled deeply into a high, rocky coastline. On the opposite side of the beach was a marina and a town. There, too, was a promontory that stretched out toward the ocean. However, there were houses all the way out to the point with what Cooper could only imagine to be a drop dead view. The town was built from the marina straight up the hill in what appeared to be steppes. He could see the streets from where he was parked. That would be Thunder Point.

Looking down, he could see a woman in a red hooded jacket and a big dog walking along the beach. She repeatedly threw a stick; the dog kept returning it. The dog was big, black and white and had legs like an Arabian colt. He sat there a moment, thinking about anyone taking advantage of those cheap drinks and then getting back up to on this road. It should be named suicide trail. The bay is protected by the hills and stays calm, keeping the fishing boats safe, but those thunder clouds can be spectacular.

It was a rare and beautiful sight. He was out of the car and striding toward Cooper just a few seconds later. Cooper sized him up—this was a young man, probably mid-thirties. This is a satellite office with a few deputies assigned. The constable handles small disputes, evictions, that sort of thing. The county jail is in Coquille. Ben lived here—he had a couple of rooms over the bar. There were no obvious signs of foul play, but the case was turned over to the coroner.

Nothing was missing, not even the cash. The coroner ruled it an accident. Rawley found him, and the money was still in its hiding place. Ben kept the money in a cash drawer in the cooler. And Rawley might be right—except this could have been the night Ben heard a noise and was headed for the beach.

In fact, the only place in town that actually has a surveillance camera is the bank. Ben has had one or two characters over the years, but never any real trouble; never been robbed. When Ben was vulnerable? The deputy actually chuckled. Ben used to let some of his customers or neighbors moor alongside the dock. Since he died and the place has been locked up, the boats have found other docks—probably the marina. There was no next of kin, Mr.

I knew he was raised by his dad, that they had a bar and bait shop on the coast. We met in the Army. He was a helicopter mechanic and everyone called him Gentle Ben. He was the sweetest man who ever lived, all six foot six of him. That, and the lack of evidence to the contrary. No one would have to hurt Ben for a handout. Rawley Goode is around sixty, lives down the coast where he takes care of his elderly father, sort of. He helped out here, cleaned, stocked, ran errands, that sort of thing. He could serve if no one expected conversation; people around here were used to him.

Interesting guy, not that I can say I know him. He was dependent on Ben. He was well liked. There are better bars around here to hang out in, but people liked Ben. Could be old pictures from our Army days or something. Who do you suppose I should see about that? You planning to hang around? Cooper gave a shrug. I want to pay my respects, just want people to know—he had good friends. And since I came all this way, I want to hear about him—about how people got on with him.

The place is locked up—no one would care if you sat here for a while, while you look around at other possibilities. Sarah walked with Hamlet, her Great Dane, down the street to the diner. She looped his leash around the lamppost and went inside, pulling off her gloves. This was one of the things she loved about this little town, that there was always somewhere to stop and chat for a few minutes. Gina James was behind the counter; Gina took care of almost everything at the diner except the cooking. There was another waitress at night and a couple of part time girls, but it was a pretty small shop.

Two of the said kids were in a booth eating fries and drinking colas, an after school treat. They like weekends off as much as anyone. He was built like a brick you know what—worn jeans, torn in all the right places, plain old T-shirt under a leather jacket. One of those flying jackets, you know, Sarah. Driving one of those testosterone trucks, pulling a trailer. Handsome face, maybe a dimple, scratchy little growth on his cheeks and chin. He was talking to Mac. It was like an ad for Calvin Klein. I was checking on a rental up the hill two blocks.

You know—that old Maxwell place. Ray Anne dipped a manicured hand into her over-sized purse and pulled out her binoculars. She smiled conspiratorially and gave her head a toss. How old is this hunk of burning love? I heard Ben had no next of kin. No, no, that would be cruel. Ray Anne stiffened slightly. If I can get past the dog! Gets him all pissy. I should tell you what kind of pants Ms Realtor of the Year has. Betcha I get more out of him that Busy Pants does.

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Once home, Sarah Dupre hung her red slicker on the peg in the mud room just in time to see her younger brother, Landon, coming toward the back door with his duffle full of football gear. He bent to pet the dog. And when he straightened, heavy duffle over one shoulder, she gasped. There was a bruise on his cheekbone. A couple of us went out to run some plays, some passes, and I got nailed.

It was an accident. Are you going to the game? He grinned at her, that handsome grin that had once belonged to their deceased father. She took a breath. He had her there. She flew Search and Rescue with the Coast Guard. There were those occasions that were risky. And admittedly, that was part of what she loved best about it. She suppressed the urge to beg him to be careful. He was a big kid, already six feet and muscled at sixteen; he was a beautiful specimen.

She was his guardian and family. It was just the two of them.



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She sometimes wanted to just enfold him in her arms and keep him safe, yet when she watched him play, the thrill made her scream. For the millionth time she hoped bringing him here had been a good decision. She put out her arms as if to hug him. Not now that he was a man.

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Her arms lifted toward him of their own accord and she held back. She wrapped her arms around him; he gave her a one-armed hug back. Then he grinned at her again. He had absolutely no idea how handsome he was, which made him even more attractive. So, if you go out, midnight would be nice. No later than one, for sure.

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Hernandez —A reconstructive surgeon. A Virgin River Christmas originally published November and reissued November in mass market paperback and September in eBook Last Christmas Marcie Sullivan said a final goodbye to her husband. Do not be a pain in my ass for a week! He told me to have a good time. Rich gave a lame shrug. She grinned at him as he hung onto her hand. Troy leaned an elbow on the bar, his head on his hand. Denny stole a glance at Preacher, who gave a nod.

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The sequence of getting rid of Andrew Cross so they can all live happily ever after is, to be honest, lame. Read this book, only if you've developed an unhealthy obsession with these characters and MUST know what happens next. Like all previous Anita Stansfield novels, there is no sex or swearing but the book does take a dark turn in the third act when Brandy takes matters into her own hands with a pistol while confronting Andrew Cross.

Wonder Woman eat your heart out! The romance also expands to include kissing between not just Garret and Brandy but Brandy and Andrew too! Mar 14, Ellen rated it it was ok Recommended to Ellen by: Well, this is your typical LDS romance. I read this book because my sister insisted I read and I was like "Okay! I love LDS romance! This will be great! Very romantic, very religious, etc. However, I felt that this book just kept on going and going and going. It was good and it was sweet and the characters were just fine. Everything was just fine.

And, really, probably everybody loves this book except for me. Jun 17, Charissa rated it it was amazing Shelves: Nov 01, Christina rated it really liked it Shelves: One of my favorite Anita Stansfield books! I like this whole series, but I think this is my favorite of the four. Maybe that's because you've had 3 entire books of growing to like Garrett before he finally finds someone. Good clean romance with a lot of adventure.

Sep 23, Cheryl rated it it was amazing Shelves: This is my favorite book of the series. Garret is my favorite character too. He finally finds the woman of his dreams, but he has to fight very hard for her. This was a wonderful conclusion to a great series. Jan 23, Ann rated it really liked it. I got kind of frustrated with this one, I really expected her to kill Garrett. I really liked his character but I think it might have had more of an effect on me had he actully died. Sill a good series overall. Mar 05, Maile rated it it was amazing.

I got it from the library and began reading it, needless to say I had already read it. It was a good book and I almost kept going just to reread it, but decided there are many more that I would like to get read. Mar 22, Kaycee rated it really liked it. Read my other reviews for the whole series! Aug 12, Amanda Packer rated it really liked it. By the end of the series I really liked the books. I think that Anita Stansfield is a good author and really pulls you into her books with the characters.

Aug 06, Ashley rated it really liked it. Original story actually my favorite of the four in the series closely followed by the first book in the series. Feb 01, Erin rated it it was amazing. This is book 4 of the Buchanan Saga. The last and just as good. I have several more to go! I have a link to her web page on the bottom of my home page.

There are a few of the many that I like. I will list them here. She was first published in Her style of writing reminds me of Jane Austin, but there is a stronger comedic element in her works. I have only read a few, but I am interested in reading them all. If you live close to me, come borrow my copy. Austenland by Shannon Hale A wealthy aunt leaves an unexpected vacation to her niece. She flies to England to a Jane Austen period resort. A divorced woman discovers the magic of Jane Austen novels and wants to immerse herself in the regency era.

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