From Darkness into Love

                                                                       Excerpt from Chapter 1

 

Swan Harbor

June 4

7:00 a.m.

Princess.

Cameron Hunter stared out over the beach and watched her. Her red-gold hair blew around her shoulders. Her stride was just as smooth as when she’d skated competitively, and, as it had for years, seeing her caused his heart to trip.

What did that mean? He’d given her everything he had to offer, and yet ….

But did you? Did you really?

He brushed back his hair and took another drink of coffee. For the last few nights, he’d struggled to sleep. Waking early each morning, he’d taken a thermos and made his way to the cliff.

Located on the edge of his parent’s property, it jutted out over the water. During the day, it was the perfect place to think—and at night, the stars were bright.

Jessie stopped and kicked at something in the sand. When she picked it up and stuck it into her pocket, he grinned. It reminded him of other times when she’d done the same thing.

Suddenly, she looked up. Their eyes met across the distance. His heart stopped, and he almost turned his back on her. Except, he couldn’t. That connection that had always pulled them together was still there.

What are you going to do about it?

Nothing. He wasn’t going to do anything. That was how she wanted it. Right?

Cam took a step toward the path, then at the last minute, once again, met Jessie’s gaze. He lifted his thermos and saluted her in greeting. Then, he started down the cliff, hoping to escape the feelings seeing her elicited.

When he reached the house, his brother Gray was standing over the coffee pot, watching it boil.

“Why didn’t you make coffee?”

“I did.”

Gray slanted him a look. “But you didn’t share.”

“Are you going to tell mom on me?”

“It would be a waste of time.”

“Oh?”

“You are the baby, after all.”

Cam ignored Gray and settled at the table with one of the last pastries. He’d thought when she was out of sight, she wouldn’t be at the forefront of his mind. Unfortunately, it didn’t work like that.

“Want more?” Gray asked once the coffee was brewed.

“Nah, I’m good.”

Gray settled at the table across from him. The look in his brother’s steely blue eyes made him uncomfortable.

“What?”

“You know what.”

He did but wasn’t ready to acknowledge that.

“I thought you were going to Boston for a few days.”

“Changing the subject doesn’t change what I’m thinking about,” Gray grunted. “I think you know what.”

“Maybe,” Cam sighed. “I’m just not—”

“—Ready,” Gray muttered. “I’ve heard that a time or two lately.”

“It’s still true.”

“What about—?”

“Don’t bring her into it,” Cam shut him down. “I can’t.”

“Love doesn’t work like that.”

Cam laughed. “Oh? How would you know? Are you in love?”

“No, I’m just …”

“You know what mom would say, don’t you?”

“She would say the same thing to you,” Gray returned. “Listen to your heart—it always knows.”

But did it really? If someone had asked him that same question three years, hell, even four years ago. He would have agreed. Until she ….

“Is that what you’re doing?”

“Low blow.”

Cam studied Gray for a few seconds, then came back with, “I didn’t mean it to be one. Is there a problem between you and—?”

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Gray cut him off. “I’m hoping to figure that out on this trip.”

“And if you don’t?”

Gray shrugged. “I’ll deal with it then.”

He wanted to say, ‘It seems we’re both having issues.’ Except, if he did so, it could lead to assumptions. Ones he wasn’t ready to explain.

Gray pushed back his chair and gave him a pointed look. “While you might want to think our situations are similar, they aren’t. Think about that while you’re at the wedding and everyone is there. I’ll see you in a few days.”

Cam waved his brother off and pushed his ‘what if’ thoughts away. He needed to shower and run a few errands while he tried to come up with a plan.

Those thoughts propelled him in and out of the shower and toward town. One of his best friends was getting married, and he needed to pick up a few things. 

 

* * *

Sally’s Diner

June 4

12:00 p.m.

“Here you go, Jess.” Sally, the diner’s owner, set a plate of fries and a milkshake in front of her. “Enjoy.”

Jessie inhaled the greasy smell of the fries and sighed with contentment. “I’ve missed these.”

“Is that all you missed?”

It was a question meant to trap her. That was something Jessie knew for sure. The problem came when she tried to answer.

“Of course, I missed Swan Harbor.”

Sally glanced out the window. When she turned back, her blue eyes were twinkling. “I bet you missed some things more than others, didn’t you?”

She moved on, not really expecting an answer. But when Jessie glanced up, she wasn’t surprised to see Cam passing by.

Her heart stuttered for a second before taking off at full speed. He was alone, and there was a purpose in his walk. Was he on his way to see …?

Don’t go there, Jess!

She ate another fry and thought back to her walk on the beach. Somehow, she’d known Cam would be on the cliff watching her. He’d been there for three consecutive mornings. A part of her wanted to think it was intentional. In contrast, the other side wouldn’t listen.

Her life was what it was because of decisions she’d made—or was it? Could she have made a different choice? Except she wasn’t ready to acknowledge the answer. If she did, then it would mean she’d wasted two years of her life. Two years of their lives?

That thought caused the ice cream to settle heavily in her stomach. Jessie pushed it aside, paid for the food, and escaped into the fresh air.

It was summer and the tourist season for Swan Harbor. By July, the sidewalks would be crowded and the beaches full. Shop owners loved it, but most of the residents couldn’t wait until September.

She couldn’t say if she liked one season more than the other. There were benefits to both. Or at least she’d always thought so growing up. Crowded sidewalks were not her thing.

In an hour, she was expected at the salon, Foxy Lady. There was a wedding tonight, and she needed to be ready. After all, it was the reason she’d returned home.

Was that the only reason?

She side-stepped another visitor and started to cross the road. Suddenly, she was tugged backward just as a bicyclist whizzed past, barely missing her.

It happened in the span of a heartbeat, but she’d known who’d saved her.

Jessie’s eyes flared. She quickly pulled her arm free and moved away from the flow of traffic. Her heart raced from the near miss, but that wasn’t where her attention lay.

“I, I guess I should say thank you.” She met Cam’s gaze briefly before looking away.

“Don’t say it on my account,” Cam’s mocking voice intoned. “I would have done it for anyone.”

His response left a sting behind, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure how to respond. Then, she saw what he was carrying, making it easy to change the subject.