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Jill stood still
Had she moved the rocker to the room’s front window last weekend? Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at it.
Almost imperceptibly, it appeared to be moving…as in those moments after someone has gotten up and walked away.
You really need more sleep. Next you’ll be seeing apparitions in the hallway and bogeymen in your closet.
It was only the wind, of course. Drafts found their way into the old house whenever the wind blew outside.
A faint sound echoed down the shotgun hallway leading to the front entry. Jill looked down, surprised to see her hands clenched.
It’s only my imagination.
Or Sheriff Johnson, here to give her a logical explanation for the lights at Warren’s house.
She strode to the front door, already forming an apology, and pulled it open.
“I suppose it was n-nothing…”
She stammered to a halt, her hand at her throat, and stared into the face of the man who’d sworn he’d never set foot on Chapel Hill again.
Dear Reader,
Beautiful northern Wisconsin…just the words make me think of pine-scented breezes, sparkling sapphire lakes and blazing fall colors. But even the loveliest places have their darker side, and that’s definitely true for the little town of Blackberry Hill.
Blackberry Hill Memorial is a small, struggling hospital facing serious challenges, and the residents of this town face them, as well. For Dr. Jill Edwards and her husband, Grant, their troubled marriage may provide a perfect opportunity for an old enemy to seek revenge…and for an old ghost to find peace at last. For Grace Fisher, retirement is just ahead—only now she finds herself with a troubled teenage nephew to raise and a chance for her own once-in-a-lifetime love. Who knew life could change so quickly?
I love writing stories that touch on the lives of families of every generation and the problems so many of us face. But above all, I love writing about men and women who must overcome nearly insurmountable obstacles in search of love and commitment.
I hope you enjoy Jill and Grant’s story, and that you’ll come back to the third in the BLACKBERRY HILL MEMORIAL series in August. If you missed the first book in the series, Almost a Family, you can find it at www.eHarlequin.com.
I love hearing from readers at www.roxannerustand.com, www.booksbyrustand.com or at P.O. Box 2550, Cedar Rapids, Iowa 52406-2550. Send a SASE and I’ll send you bookmarks or other promotional material.
Wishing you all the best for your own happily ever after!
Roxanne Rustand
A Man She Can Trust
Roxanne Rustand
With love to Larry, Andy, Brian and Emily.
I am so proud of all of you!
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
With many thanks to Rene Miller for her research assistance
into small-town law practices, Michelle Klosterman, R.N.
CEN (Certified in Emergency Nursing), whose expertise in
the operation of small-town hospitals has been invaluable,
and to Lyn Cote for your friendship and your assistance with
details of life in northern Wisconsin!
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
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
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
HE WAS LATE again…and this time, she knew why.
Jill dropped her gaze from the mantel clock to the dying embers in the fireplace, her fingers pressed deep into the back of her husband’s leather recliner.
Her stomach pitched at the sound of a car door slamming outside. She nearly turned away and headed for the open staircase, knowing there’d still be a measure of security and comfort in feigning ignorance.
Dreading the confrontation to come.
Knowing that it was long overdue.
And well-aware that she deserved better than evenings alone and whispered conjecture among the people she passed on the streets of Blackberry Hill.
Some of her patients at the clinic knew. She’d seen the nervous darting of their eyes and their tentative, sympathetic smiles.
She’d even caught some of the rumors in the aisles of Crupper’s Family Grocery on Main, when the gossips hadn’t realized she was one aisle over. Sad, isn’t it? A handsome couple like that. Goes to show money and fancy degrees don’t guarantee happiness.
But it wasn’t just the rumors and sympathy. It was everything else over the past two years that had undermined what they’d once had, until now they were strangers living under the same roof.
Grant’s keys jingled outside the front entryway. The door swung open and he walked inside, dropped his briefcase on the antique settee and started down the wide central hallway leading past the parlor and dining room to the kitchen and den.
“Grant.”
He
