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  Return to Silver Bay

  A Silver Bay Romance

  Lara Van Hulzen

  Return to Silver Bay

  Copyright © 2016 Lara Van Hulzen

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  The Tule Publishing Group, LLC

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  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-944925-11-6

  Dedication

  For my Mom and my Grandmother

  Women of grace and strength beyond comprehension

  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Silver Bay series

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to my family who make it possible for me to do this crazy, fun writing thing I do.

  I say all the time that it takes a village and I love my Village People. You know who you are. Thank you for everything.

  Thank you to my assistant, Crystal. I would be completely lost without you.

  Thank you, readers! Your continuous kind words and encouragement keep me going.

  Chapter One

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  “Come on, Maggie! It’s your birthday.” Hannah whined as she drove, her voice like nails on a chalkboard.

  “You sound more like it’s your birthday and I’m telling you you can’t go.”

  Hannah rolled her eyes. They pulled into the parking lot of the fairgrounds, the multi-colored lights from the Ferris wheel reflecting in Maggie’s window. She’d fought long and hard to push down memories of her past, moving to Seattle after high school in an attempt to escape them entirely. Now, they washed over her in waves at the sight of the carnival she’d visited every year on her birthday.

  “I cannot believe I let you drag me here.”

  “It’ll be fun. I promise. You need this, Maggie.”

  “What I need is a hot bath, a good book, and a new best friend,” Maggie said as she unbuckled her seatbelt and followed Hannah out of the car.

  The lights swirled around her as they entered the Harvest carnival, a rainbow cutting through the night sky. Cheers and laughter filled the air. A woman pushed a stroller past them, the child inside licking a giant ice cream cone.

  “See, this is fun isn’t it?” Hannah asked, her face glowing in the bright lights.

  “I can hardly contain my joy.”

  “What is with you and birthdays anyway?”

  “I don’t know. I like birthdays. I just don’t feel much like…celebrating tonight.”

  Hannah’s face fell. “Okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push.”

  Maggie took one look at her friend’s face and felt terrible. It wasn’t Hannah’s fault Maggie’s father had just died. Not her fault Maggie was back in her hometown of Silver Bay facing the fact she now had no family, not to mention facing her past. “Hey, I’m sorry. Look, I promise I’ll cheer up as long as we don’t stay here too long. Deal?”

  “I can live with that. Deal.”

  Hannah looked over Maggie’s shoulder and waved.

  Before she turned around, she sensed his presence.

  “Hi, Maggie.”

  She turned in slow motion, but her head spun like a Tilt-A-Whirl at the sight of him. He was close enough she could reach out and touch him. She kept her hands dug deep in her pockets.

  It was inevitable, her running into Josh at some point. Her heart was torn between wanting to avoid him and wanting to see him again. Now, with him standing in front of her, she was more confused than ever. He’d made an appearance at her father’s funeral, but they hadn’t had a chance to talk.

  “Hey, Josh.”

  Hannah’s husband, Paul, walked up and hugged Hannah. “Hey, babe. Looks like you were successful at convincing Maggie to join us.”

  “If you mean she dragged me here kicking and screaming, then yes,” Maggie said.

  Paul and Josh laughed.

  Maggie’s heart skipped a beat. His smile lit up the night, his laughter flooding her mind with memories.

  She tucked a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear and looked toward the carousel. A father was holding his baby girl upright on a bright, white horse with a golden saddle and red sparkles along the neck. The child squealed with delight.

  “Who wants some food?” Paul asked, rubbing his hands together. “We all know the main reason you come to the carnival is to eat yourself sick, right? And I hear the deep fried Twinkies are amazing.”

  “That sounds disgusting.” Hannah stuck her tongue out at her husband.

  “Maggie? You want one?”

  She smiled at Paul. “No thanks. I’m good.”

  “How about a ride on the Ferris wheel?” Josh asked her. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder and tugged gently on her sleeve.

  “That sounds fun,” Hannah said, clapping her hands. “We’ll meet you guys over there after Paul gets his gross Twinkie thing.”

  Paul looked hurt as Hannah dragged him away.

  “Subtle, aren’t they?” Josh said.

  Maggie smiled.

  “Come on. Just one spin on the wheel for old time’s sake?”

  Nodding, she walked beside him toward the ride. She always did have trouble saying no to him. They waited in line for a few minutes, enough time for Maggie to take in how he’d changed since high school. His blonde hair was shorter than it used to be. And he had a five o’clock shadow that added to the sexy vibe he had going on. His jeans sat loose on his hips, a dark Henley shirt showing he’d kept up with his workouts over time. There were traces of the boy she’d known before, but the Josh who stood before her now was all man. Of course his eyes were still as blue as the ocean. She made a point to avoid looking straight into those. One look and she would be a goner. Again.

  They climbed in a seat and latched the bar in front of them. “Hannah says you’re selling the house.” The Ferris wheel creaked, their seat swaying in the breeze the higher they got. Maggie swiped a stray hair from her eyes.

  “Yeah, I’m gonna sell.” Looking out over the fairgrounds, she mentally berated herself for being stuck somewhere with him where she couldn’t escape. She’d managed to visit Silver Bay a few times in the past few years, but was able to avoid being near Josh. Her head told her there was nothing left between them. No feelings. No h
eat. Her heart said otherwise. The warmth of his arm up against hers and the cozy space wasn’t helping matters either. Not to mention the memory of the last time they were on a Ferris wheel together.

  As if reading her mind he said, “Do you remember when we rode this the last time?”

  Hoping the night sky hid her rosy cheeks, she said, “Yes. It was my seventeenth birthday.”

  “We closed this place down.”

  She smiled in spite of herself. “We sure did.”

  “I think Paul ate everything in sight.”

  “That wasn’t the problem. It was riding the Tornado afterwards that ended… badly.”

  They both laughed.

  “I had a lot of fun that night,” Josh said.

  “Yeah. Me too.”

  Maggie was grateful their seat arrived back at the bottom of the ride and it stopped for them to exit. She wasn’t ready to revisit the rest of that night with Josh. The only great birthday she’d ever had. He had bought her pink cotton candy and won an enormous stuffed bear for her that he carried around the whole night. Kissing her at the top of the Ferris wheel, he’d told her he would never let her go.

  “How was the ride?” Hannah asked as they stepped off. Paul had a fried Twinkie in one hand and a Dutch funnel cake in the other. Josh and Maggie laughed.

  “What? What’s so funny?” Paul said, completely oblivious.

  Hannah simply rolled her eyes.

  “Sorry, guys, but I need to get going,” Josh said. “I told my sister I would meet her and the kids for a while and hang out, take the kids on some rides.” Something caught his eye behind them. “Hold on. Wait right here.”

  The other three looked at one another. Maggie shrugged. She had no idea where he was going.

  He returned a minute later holding a paper triangle covered in thick, fluffy neon-pink cotton candy. Handing it to Maggie, he smiled and said, “Happy Birthday, Maggie.” He kissed her on the cheek and was gone.

  *

  “So, based on the look in your eye, things went well with Maggie tonight.”

  “Huh?” Josh looked from the carousel to his sister, Adriana, who stood beside him holding a large paper container of nachos drenched in cheese.

  “Are those good for the baby?” Josh looked down at his sister’s daily growing abdomen then back at her face.

  She waved a hand with cheese-covered fingers at him. “The baby is fine. If I have to give up caffeine, this kid can learn to live on some nachos. Besides, it’s not like I eat them every day.”

  Josh raised a brow and looked again at his sister’s belly.

  She back-handed him across the arm, barely keeping cheese from staining his shirt.

  “Just kidding. You look great, sis.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. He meant it too. She had two boys ages four and two with a baby girl on the way and she parented with ease and grace. And lots of patience.

  “So, you’re avoiding the topic.”

  “We had a topic? I thought we were discussing nachos.”

  “No, we were discussing Maggie.”

  He shrugged. “There’s nothing to discuss.”

  “Ha! Not based on the look on your face when you walked up to me.”

  “We took a spin on the Ferris wheel, that’s all.” Josh turned his attention back to the carousel. His nephews each sat atop a horse, their dad standing between them, an arm around each one. The boys were laughing, his brother-in-law, Brad, grinning from ear to ear. He had to be honest, he wanted that someday. And he wanted it with Maggie.

  He was glad Maggie had said yes to a ride on the Ferris wheel. Not all of her memories were bad ones and he hoped that reminding her of some of their times together would help. She was so tense, but it was great to be near her again. It took everything in him to not hold her tight and tell her how he felt, just like he’d done all those years ago on her birthday. He knew she was fighting back tears the entire time. He would walk through fire to keep her eyes twinkling, to take away the pain that filled them now.

  This was his one chance to win her over and he was determined not to lose her. Not again.

  “Uh-oh. You’ve got that look in your eye again.”

  “Isn’t it the younger brother’s job to torture the older sister?”

  “Pshh. You and Jack tortured – torture – me plenty. It’s the big sister’s job to be nosy. Especially about the woman you’re in love with.” She dunked a chip into a glob of cheese and popped it in her mouth.

  Josh shoved his hands further in his pockets and looked at his nephews once more. He did love Maggie. He’d never stopped. Sure, he’d dated in college and some in recent years, but every woman paled in comparison to Maggie.

  Adriana nudged him with her elbow. “Hey. I’m just teasing. I have a good feeling about you two. I really do. Just be you. And coax her gently. She’ll get there.”

  He nodded. And prayed his sister was right.

  Chapter Two

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  Hannah came over to help Maggie go through the attic. Maggie figured that was the best place to start to get the house cleaned out to sell. The two friends shared a cup of coffee before tackling the enormous task.

  “Hey, how are things going with the new fertility doctor?” Maggie asked. “You said last time we talked that this new clinic was much better and the nurses were much more understanding.”

  Hannah stared off beyond Maggie’s head. A stray auburn curl had come loose from her ponytail. It hung in a coil down the side of her face. Her alabaster skin made her green eyes stand out. Unlike Maggie’s own dark brown hair and eyes, everything on Hannah practically sparkled.

  Maggie disliked the knot in her stomach that seemed to arrive every time she asked Hannah about a baby, but she wanted Hannah to know how much she cared and tried not to treat her with kid gloves. Hannah looked delicate, but with what she had gone through in the last three years, she was far from fragile.

  “I do like this clinic much better, but it’s still the same old song and dance. Going through the horrendous treatments, doctor visits all the time and the hope that builds and then crashes each month.”

  Maggie didn’t say anything. She had learned in their friendship that cliché answers and hollow encouragement only made things worse.

  Hannah looked down at her hands. “We have actually started the adoption process.”

  “Really? Hannah, that’s great.” Maggie reached over and took her friend’s hand in hers. “I can only imagine how hard this is for you. But you’re going to be a fantastic mother.”

  “Thanks. I just know that I want so badly to love a child. And I know Paul and I can provide a good home for one.”

  “Whatever child you are blessed with is going to be so lucky to have you.”

  Hannah smiled through her tears. “Thanks, Mags.” She wiped her face and said, “Now come on, let’s go tackle that attic.”

  “Okay,” she agreed. “And thanks again for your help.”

  “Anytime, my friend.”

  *

  Hours later, they were elbow deep in dust and cobwebs, having attempted to go through the horrid area known as the attic. Her parents had saved everything.

  The two women made room in one corner for stuff to take to Goodwill and used another corner for items that antique stores might want. Before they knew it, the afternoon had flown by and they were covered in grime.

  “Okay, I’m going home to take a shower and feel human again,” Hannah said as she threw the last bag of trash in the corner.

  “I can’t thank you enough for all your help,” Maggie said sincerely. “This would have been a nightmare job to do alone.”

  “Are you coming down or should I let myself out?”

  “Go ahead and let yourself out, if you would. There’s one last thing I want to do before I quit.”

  “Suit yourself. Enjoy!” Hannah’s voice rang from the stairway as she left.

  Maggie heard the front door close, took a deep breath and looked around. They had made a vast im
provement, but it was still going to take a long time to get the bags of trash and junk out.

  Her mind, along with her eyes, wandered to her mother’s hope chest. That was the final thing she wanted to look through before she ended her day. She wasn’t expecting to throw anything away, but she did want to go through it. Kneeling beside it, she opened the lid. The smell of aged wood and weathered cloth filled her nostrils and made her mother’s face instantly appear before her.

  When Maggie was little, her mother would sit in a chair beside the chest with Maggie kneeling before it. They would look through the photos and her mother would tell Maggie who each person was. She would look lovingly at her wedding gown that lay in the bottom, wrapped in tissue paper, unwrapping it carefully for Maggie to see and then rewrapping it with precision and care, much like a mother swaddles her newborn. It was a simple dress, but elegant and beautiful, just like her mother.

  The memories flooded Maggie’s mind as she ran her hands tenderly over her mother’s things. She pulled out a box of photographs and was about to place some stray ones she’d found in there as well when something at the bottom of the chest caught her eye. A small square was cut out of the bottom with a slight chunk chipped out – just enough to get her fingernail into it and lift. Her mother had never mentioned a secret compartment. She reached down into it and grabbed a stack of letters, worn and yellowed by time, tied with string. Curious to read whatever mystery the papers might reveal, she untied the string and began to read.

  December 24

  Dear Melanie –

  I can’t believe I have to write to you in secret, but it really is the only way. I love Christmas time so much, but it tears at my heart to be without you and to not be able to see Maggie during the holidays.

  How is Maggie? I bet she is just the most beautiful baby. Is Patrick doing well with her? I know he struggled at first with the idea of a child – especially a girl. Hopefully his heart will soften with time.

  I can’t tell you how glad I am she’s with you.