“You’re divorced…because of your brother?”
Sarah stared at him as she asked the question.
“Yeah.” Luke’s answer was soft. Then he added, “But for the record, it’s not as tabloid as it sounds. She was engaged to Matt first. He went missing on a classified army assignment and they told us he was dead. We got married, Erin and Jen were born. Then after five years he came back.”
“Five years!”
“He was a POW the whole time. Kristin hadn’t ever stopped loving him, and…and it was tearing her apart, being with me when he was around. That’s the whole story.”
“You’re very honorable to set her free.”
“A regular white knight.”
“Do your daughters live with you?”
Luke ran out of brittle comments. “Not full-time. We’ve been sharing custody since I moved out a year ago. But now that they’re married…” Luke couldn’t bear to think about the changes in his life.
How could one translate anguish into words?
Dear Reader,
I remember being awakened at midnight, when I was six or seven years old, so my brother and I could climb into the back of our big station wagon and fall asleep again while my father drove straight through the night, heading east.
Sometime the next afternoon, we would park on the deck of a ferryboat that took us to the isolated Outer Banks of North Carolina. We camped just behind the dunes in a canvas tent and cooked on a gas Coleman stove. Showers were optional—we spent most of the day in the ocean. Cape Hatteras Island became a dear friend we looked forward to visiting each summer. I still find my greatest sense of peace and freedom when I can sit and watch the sea.
So I’ve written a book set at the beach. Police officer Luke Brennan and photographer Sarah Randolph have lost the people they care about, the people who cared for them. The joining of these two solitary souls requires courage, determination and, of course, deep and abiding love. I hope you enjoy your time with Luke and Sarah as much as I have. They are very special people.
As are all the Superromance readers. Please feel free to write me at: P.O. Box 17195, Fayetteville, NC 28314. Thanks for reading!
All the best,
Lynnette Kent
Luke’s Daughters
Lynnette Kent
For my mom,
who showed me the wonders of the beach,
the glory of the mountains,
and all I know of love.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
SARAH HEARD his voice first.
Not the words, not even the sense of what he was saying, just a warm, smooth rumble counterpointed against the never-ending crash of the waves. The timbre of that voice resonated inside her, making her push back her hat and open her eyes.
She couldn’t have designed such a picture in a thousand years. The owner of the voice wore a starched white shirt, a black bow tie and vest, and the satin-seamed trousers of formal dress, rolled halfway up his calves. He’d left his sleeves buttoned; they shivered crisply over his arms in the afternoon wind blowing off the ocean.
Just as her eyes focused clearly, he tugged the band out of his shoulder-length hair, letting it blow free with that same wind. Putting up a hand, he pulled the straight, black strands out of his face and laughed as he glanced down at his companions.
Creatures from a fairy tale they were, two princesses in rose-and-green flowered gowns, with puffed sleeves, high necks and long, full skirts. Sunlight glinted on their blond heads, one a bit darker than the other, both braided neatly from crown to nape. As they looked up at the man, Sarah could see flowers woven into those braids…baby’s breath and pink sweetheart roses.
Automatically, she reached for her camera.
She captured the gentleness with which the man held each little girl’s hand to help her
