His Long-Lost Family. Brenda Harlen

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since the night of her sixteenth birthday, when he’d kissed her. In that first moment that his lips touched hers, he’d also taken hold of her heart. It was several years later before their relationship progressed beyond that single kiss, before the one weekend they spent together changed her whole life.

      He was the only man she’d ever really loved, and when he’d chosen to be with someone else, Kelly had taken her shattered heart and her unborn child and moved as far away as possible. But it turned out that halfway across the country still wasn’t far enough to outrun the memories, guilt and regrets.

      “This isn’t negotiable,” she said firmly.

      Ava fell silent again, pouting.

      On her way to her daughter’s school, Kelly tried to remember what she’d been like as a twelve-year-old girl. She’d been shy and withdrawn through most of her childhood, cautiously trying to find her way in the world. Thankfully, she’d had Lukas Garrett to guide her. Maybe it was because her best friend was a boy, but she’d never thought too much about clothes or makeup. She’d never worried about keeping up with fashion trends or trying to attract boyfriends; she’d never dyed her hair or worn black nail polish. And she certainly hadn’t been thinking about body piercings or tattoos.

      Of course, she’d grown up in a different time, and Pinehurst, New York, was definitely another world. Though fifteen years had passed since she’d first gone away to college and the population of the town had increased exponentially, she knew that not much else had changed. Pinehurst still was, and probably always would be, a small town at heart. It was a place where neighbors talked to one another on the street, where the residents baked cookies to welcome newcomers, and where traditional values continued to be revered. Recently Kelly had found herself thinking that it would be nice to raise her daughter in a town like that.

      As she pulled up in front of the school to drop Ava off, her thoughts drifted back to the email Lukas had sent to her the previous day, and she cursed him for tempting her with the link to a job posting at Richmond Pharmaceuticals. Because she was tempted and she didn’t want to be; because going back to Pinehurst would inevitably mean revealing the secret she’d kept throughout her daughter’s entire life.

      If she stayed in Seattle, on the other hand, everything would remain status quo. Unfortunately, the status quo was no longer as satisfying as it used to be. And while a cross-country move wouldn’t make Ava happy in the short term, Kelly believed it would be the best thing for her—maybe even for both of them—in the long term.

      A new start in a new town, a new school, new friends…and maybe even a chance to finally meet her father.

       Chapter One

       Four months later—

      “Sorry I’m late.” Jack Garrett slid into the vacant seat across from Gord Adamson, a former law school classmate and occasional courtroom adversary, at The Winking Judge, a small pub across the street from the courthouse.

      “I was surprised to get your call,” Gord admitted. “I thought you’d given up criminal law.”

      “So did I,” he agreed. “But every once in a while, there’s a client I can’t turn away.”

      “Because you believe in his innocence?”

      “Because I believe that he deserves a break.”

      The waitress came over, momentarily disrupting their conversation. Gord ordered a scotch, neat, and Jack asked for a bottle of the locally brewed Millhouse beer.

      “I reviewed the file, Jack. And I’m sorry, but I don’t see probation for Travis Hatcher.”

      “Come on, Gord. He’s just a kid.”

      “A kid who took a baseball bat to a Mercedes that is worth more than twice my annual salary,” his colleague pointed out.

      “It was his father’s car,” Jack told him, though even he wasn’t sure if that was a mitigating or an aggravating factor.

      “With incidental damage to two other vehicles.”

      “Restitution has already been made to the owners.”

      Gord sighed. “What’s your connection to this kid?”

      “I handled his parents’ divorce a few years back,” Jack admitted.

      “Rough one?”

      “I don’t seem to get any other kind, but this one was particularly difficult. A ten-year marriage that fell apart because the husband couldn’t keep his pants zipped and the wife couldn’t keep looking the other way. They fought over each piece of artwork and every stick of furniture, but mostly over who was going to get stuck with their ten-year-old son.”

      Gord, a father with two sons of his own, winced. “Damn, Jack. You’re yanking on my heartstrings here.”

      “He isn’t a bad kid,” Jack insisted. “He just got caught in a bad situation.”

      “Give me some background,” the prosecutor suggested.

      “A few months back, Travis was invited to a weekend camp to try out for the national amateur all-star tournament. There wasn’t anyone at the camp who doubted he would make the team. But instead of being offered a roster spot, he was sent home.”

      “I can understand that he would be disappointed and upset,” Gord acknowledged. “But that doesn’t justify his actions.”

      “That’s not the end of the story,” Jack told him. “About two weeks before the tournament, the number-one center fielder breaks his collarbone. There’s no way he can play, so Travis calls the national team coach, asks him to give him another chance to prove that he can fill the vacancy. And the coach bluntly tells him, ‘You’re good enough, but you’re never going to play on any team that I’m coaching. If you want to know why—ask your father.’”

      “The kid’s dad screwed the coach’s wife,” Gord guessed.

      Jack nodded. “Which he finally admitted when Travis confronted him after baseball practice.”

      “Jesus.” His friend lifted his glass, swallowed a mouthful of scotch.

      “There was no premeditation—he had the bat in his hand, and he simply reacted,” he explained. “Under the circumstances, can you blame him?”

      “Actions have consequences, and he has to be responsible for those consequences.”

      “Absolutely. But the consequences should be commensurate with the action. He had a moment where he acted impulsively and recklessly, but a criminal record will stick with him for life.”

      “You stay up late last night working on that spin?”

      “The truth doesn’t need spin.”

      Gord considered that for a moment. “Is he remorseful?”

      “Very.” Jack passed a handwritten note across the table.

      His colleague skimmed the page; he scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “Damn you,

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