The Lawman's Holiday Wish (Kirkwood Lake)
Ruth Logan Herne
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No one in Kirkwood Lake seems willing to forget, or forgive, Rainey McKinney's troubled past. But Rainey can't afford to let that bother her. Her top priority is rebuilding her life and being a good mom to her twin daughters. Even handsome deputy sheriff Luke Campbell can't distract her, tempting as he is. She's determined to keep her distance, but as his son and her girls form a special bond, Rainey and Luke can't help but do the same. Can Rainey put her past behind her once and for all and embrace a future full of hope--and love?
Kirkwood Lake: A town full of heart and hope.
it’s a good idea.” “Like the furniture?” Aiden looked around the room, puzzled. “You want to move the couch again? And the chairs?” “No.” Luke sank onto a kitchen chair and cuddled his son, wishing wisdom had come quicker. “I want you to try new things. Maybe do some fun work-sheet stuff at home like Dorrie and Sonya do.” “I like those,” Aiden told him. “Piper used to give me sheets to do when I was over there.” And if Luke had followed Piper’s example, Aiden might have been
She gave him a little wave and went into the house, hoping no one would be there to see her face, read her feelings. She wanted a little time to pray. She shut her phone off, read the girls a couple stories, turned on their favorite princess movie and started baking cookies for next week’s wedding. By the time the family came back from Zach’s place next door, trays of chocolate chip cookies filled every available counter space in the kitchen, and both tables. Plastic freezer tubs were set
their joined hands with her free one. “But we can only be friends, Luke.” * * * His heart seized. He knew what she wanted. The request was scrawled across her face, darkening her eyes, flowing in her tears, imploring him to understand. She wanted him to cling to God, as she did. But just as he couldn’t take Aiden’s hand in a prayer before meals, he couldn’t pretend to have faith. “I can’t meet you halfway on that ground, Rainey. I know what you’d like, the picture-perfect
his sermons very much,” Julia said. “I can’t say the same.” Nick’s face twisted into something between a smirk and a scowl. “I guess they’re easier to take when they’re not aimed at you.” Attempting to redirect the conversation, she said, “It’s a lovely church, with all that leaded glass and hand-carved woodwork. I’ve always been curious about who built it.” His nasty expression faded, and he met her eyes calmly. “You’ve been here long enough to know the Landrys built it in 1817, a
picture, of the girls as adorable toddlers. Was she wrong to have left? Probably. But her leaving had ensured the girls safety and that was what mattered. Rogue cops were nothing to be taken lightly, and bad cops who’d had witnesses disappear before? They’d posed a direct threat thwarted by her whistle-blowing phone calls. This year would be different. She wouldn’t spend this Christmas alone, crying as she tended animals in an empty veterinary clinic outside Chicago. She’d be here