No One But You
No One But You
Jillian Hart
More Than Words: Bestselling authors & Real-life heroinesWe all have the power to effect changewe just need to find the strength to harness it. With every good deed done, and helping hand offered, we are making the world a better place. The dedicated women selected as this year's recipients of Harlequin's More Than Words award have changed many lives for the better, through their compassionate hearts and unshakable commitment. To celebrate their accomplishments, bestselling authors have written stories inspired by these real-life heroines.In this book, Jillian Hart honors the work of Mary Byberg, a committed volunteer for Nellie's Shelter for Women and Children in Toronto, Ontario.We hope More Than Words inspires you look inside your heart and to get in touch with the heroine inside of you.
No One But You
Jillian Hart
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
More Than Words: Bestselling authors & Real-life heroines
We all have the power to effect changewe just need to find the strength to harness it. With every good deed done and helping hand offered, we are making the world a better place. The dedicated women selected as this years recipients of Harlequins More Than Words award have changed many lives for the better, through their compassionate hearts and unshakable commitment. To celebrate their accomplishments, bestselling authors have written stories inspired by these real-life heroines.
In this book, Jillian Hart honors the work of Mary Byberg, a committed volunteer for Nellies Shelter for Women and Children in Toronto, Ontario.
We hope More Than Words inspires you to look inside your heart and get in touch with the heroine inside you.
Dear Reader,
For many years Harlequin has been a leader in supporting and promoting womens charitable efforts. Through Harlequin More Than Words, each year we celebrate three women who make extraordinary differences in the lives of others, and Harlequin donates $15,000 each to their chosen causes.
We are proud to highlight the current Harlequin More Than Words recipients with the help of some of the biggest names in womens fiction, Harlequin authors, who created fictional stories inspired by these women and the charities they support. Within the following pages you will find a touching story written by Jillian Hartone of three ebooks available at www.HarlequinMoreThanWords.com. Be sure to look for Michele Haufs Maxwells Smile, and Betina Krahns Hookedalso available online. A book with three additional stories, written by Debbie Macomber, Brenda Novak and Meryl Sawyer, can be found on the shelves of your favorite bookstore in More Than Words, Stories of the Heart. All six of these stories are beautiful tributes to the Harlequin More Than Words recipients and we hope they will ignite the real-life heroine in you.
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Donna Hayes
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Nellies Shelter for Women and Children
Mary Byberg
How Mary inspires others:
At some point, nearly everyone experiences a moment when one decision changes their future forever. For Mary Byberg, that moment came in January 1992, when she left her abusive husband.
Emotionally exhausted from feeling as though she was walking on eggshells around him, and even more frightened that the latest assault would be her last, Mary grabbed her two young daughters and fled to the local womens shelter in Barrie, Ontario, a small city north of Toronto. She didnt have money. She didnt have extra clothes. All she had was the knowledge that it was finally time to escape the physical and emotional turmoil shed been living with for years.
Mary had left before, but like so many women in similar circumstances, she always went home again, hoping that life would change. Yet there was something different about this latest altercation that made her stay away for good.
I really saw that there was a chance I wouldnt make it out of the relationship alive, she says.
Today, Mary is more than simply alive, shes living and thriving. Shes now juggling a full-time career in the legal field with her responsibilities as a mother, grandmother and committed volunteer for Nellies Shelter for Women and Children in Toronto.
Respect for all
Since 1973, Nellies has been at the front lines helping to rebuild the lives of more than 15,000 women and their children who have felt the impact of violence, poverty, homelessness and oppression. The organization, which is named for Nellie McClung, a feminist pioneer who worked to change the system so that women could vote in Canada, provides emergency shelter and protection for women and kids, with the ultimate goal of securing long-term, independent and affordable housing. Nellies staff also offer programs, services and advocacy to improve the conditions of womens lives.
Although Mary used another shelter when she herself was in need, organizations such as Nellies are vital. According to some oft-quoted statistics, almost half of all women experience abuse and violence in their lifetime. Its little wonder then that Nellies operates at full capacity all year, filling its thirty-six beds each night.
Back in 2004, after years spent in law school and practicing law, Mary felt a need, as wellto give back to her community. When she stumbled across a posting on Charity Village, a website that links charity organizations with volunteers, she immediately knew she wanted to contact Nellies and lend a hand.
The rest, as they say, is herstory, she jokes now.
In fact, Marys path from abused wife and mom to law school graduate and advocate was not nearly that simplistic. After leaving her husband, she spent seven weeks at a shelter learning to feel good again and to parent her girls on her own. She also needed housing, a job and child care. Amazingly, within weeks, a housing counselor found Mary subsidized housing, another contact hooked her up with a receptionist job at a not-for-profit agency, and she even received subsidized support for her childrens day care.
Today shes still amazed that with proper funding, helpful people and a little luck, the social system worked so well. She was able to move on to the next stage of her life: law school, a goal shed set for herself years before, after watching her younger sister graduate.
It was something I needed to do, Mary says. It just took me a very long time to get there.
Working toward a better life
Having lived through her experiences, and knowing how difficult the journey can be, Mary was motivated to volunteer at Nellies to do what she could to help women and their children who were fleeing violence. In 2004 she joined as a volunteer member of Nellies board of directors, and served as the treasurer for six years.
Even when she was up to her elbows in wedding planning with her two daughters, she made time for Nellies, spending hundreds of hours fulfilling her volunteer duties. And when her grandmother, who had raised her, passed away, Mary put aside her grief and mourning to finish the annual treasurers report on time. She has spent countless hours fund-raising, working on a capital campaign to raise money for a new shelter space with fifty beds, and speaking to groups about her experience and how their donations can give Nellies what it needs to support and feed its families.
As a survivor of violence, Mary inspires all women, says Wendy Sung-Aad, manager of development for Nellies. She is an ordinary woman giving extraordinary hope to other women affected by violence. Marys story and voice is one of strength, perseverance and giving back to the community to help others.
Mary, who has since stepped down from the board after serving the maximum three two-year terms, points out that many women in her position have gone on to be successful and give back.
Thats great if someone thinks my life can be an inspiration for other women, but I have met dozens of women who I think are just as inspirational, she maintains. Still, shes happy to be a face for Nellies if it means more women and children will be given the same opportunities she and her daughters were offered.
Although Mary is quick to point out that shes not a crisis counselor, shes more than willing to guide women in the right direction if they come to her with abuse stories of their own. Her advice? Talk to someone in a shelter or call a woman-abuse hotline. Trained staff members are available to help create a plan for leaving safely, she says. Theyll also discuss the documents needed and where to go to stay safe.
Reaching out for help changed Marys life forever, and shes passionate about helping others find a way out of fear.
When I left, it finally offered me the opportunity to see how far I could stretch my life, she says. If you can find the courage, have the courage. There is a better life waiting for you out here.
Jillian Hart
No One But You
Jillian Hart grew up on her familys homestead, where she helped raise cattle, rode horses and scribbled stories in her spare time. After earning her English degree from Whitman College, she worked in travel and advertising before selling her first novel. When Jillian isnt working on her next story, she can be found puttering in her rose garden, curled up with a good book or spending quiet evenings at home with her family.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
Letter to Reader
Chapter One
Mariah Evans. Is that you? The deep baritone rumbled above the noise of the crowd, drawing her out of her thoughts.
Strange, the power that one voice had out of the many rising around her. Recognition streaked down her spine and kicked up her pulse as a tall, powerful man broke away from the crowd. Although it had been nearly eighteen years since high school, Mariah knew the confident gait, the always-in-charge manner and deep blue eyes that touched her heart.
Wyatt Royce. Her old boyfriend. Shock rocked her back on her heels. She blinked, but he kept coming, weaving coolly around the volunteers hurrying to take donations of cash, checks and diapers from the cars driving up. He was a calm island in a sea of activity. When his dazzling gaze latched on to hers, the banner flapping in the March wind advertising the diaper drive, the bustle and noise of a local television crew setting up, and the squeal of kids running to the booth ahead of their parents all faded into the background.
Run? Panic? Escape? Why was that her first instinct? Probably because things hadnt ended well between her and Wyatt in their high school days. What a shock to see him again. Im Mariah Duncan now. What are you doing in Buffalo?
Working. He approached the booth like the calm in a storm, poised, masculine, impeccable in a tailored suit.
On a Saturday afternoon? She nodded toward his attire, definitely out of place at this casual event. Why am I not surprised youre a workaholic?
Type A personality. Thats me. I guess some things dont change. His grin hadnt changed, either. Wide and open and honest, it softened the rugged planes of his face and reminded her of the high school boy whod asked her out on her first date. That smile could still make her fingertips tingle.
Not that she was letting it. She would never be interested in a man like Wyatt. Theyd broken up for a reason.
You certainly havent changed. He pulled a checkbook out of his jacket pocket. Youre still pretty. Let me guess. Youre in charge here?
Im the executive director.
Oh, I saw your name on the shelters letterhead, but I had no idea you were that Mariah. Wyatt clicked a penan expensive one. When he bent forward to fill out his check, dark locks of hair fell over his forehead, just like they had in those innocent days when shed been in love with him.
How trusting shed been before marriage changed her. She sighed, remembering. Shed never known true sadness or loneliness before those dark days as Jasper Duncans wife. If Wyatt knew about her past, would he pity her? Or had he simply been a Jasper in the making? And what was he talking about? Where exactly have you seen my name? I dont understand.
You and I have been sort of corresponding. Hows that for irony? He signed the check with a flourish and handed it over.
Corresponding? You and me? No way. She would have recognized his name. She could never forget the man whod given her her first kiss and first heartbreak. You and I havent
We have. Amusement drew dimples beside his mouth and mellowed the chiseled angles of his face, and her heart caught again. Just like old times. All her experience and hard learned lessons vanished like fog in the sun as he splayed his hands on the booths counter. Im Flagstone Properties.
What? No. She couldnt believe it. That was a hugely successful company worth billions. Flagstone Properties owned several impressive buildings in downtown Buffalo, as well as a chunk of Manhattan real estate. The organization was so wealthy it could afford to give property away. I deal with Ella Jean there. Shes handling the final paperwork on the land the company is donating for our new shelter site.
Ella Jean works for me. Im the W.R. in the cc line of every letter and email shes sent you. You wrote her about your fund-raiser today and thats why I dropped by. He shook his head, scattering that thick dark hair, so good-looking that her volunteers and employees were starting to notice. Who wouldnt? He was a striking man.
Take over for me, Sunni. Please. Mariah handed Wyatts five-figure checkher knees buckled when she noticed the amountto her coworker.
Gladly. The Asian woman flashed a knowing smile. So nice to meet you, Mr. Royce.
Good to meet you. Wyatt nodded politely. When he stepped back, he didnt seem aware of the half-dozen women who watched him. He cut a fine figure in his perfectly fitted suit. Personally, Mariah didnt notice the bunch and ripple of his muscles beneath the cloth as she slipped out of the booth and into the spring sunshine.
Youre sure this is really a coincidence? She narrowed her eyes. Honestly, she didnt know what to think. You must have researched our organization before Ella Jean chose us.
It was her project, not mine. Shes in charge. I just approved her decision. His brow furrowed. Why? You arent going to change your mind about accepting the property, are you? Lets face it, things didnt end well between us.
That was a long time ago, and besides, the shelter has outgrown our building. With this new property, Marys Place can finally be what the board and I have imagined it. Im very grateful for your donation, Wyatt.
Im glad we can make a difference. Wyatt shrugged, caught between wanting to know more about her and wanting to walk away. Shed been his first failed relationship. You run an impressive organization. After seeing your shelter through this expansion, you could have your pick of executive positions.
I would never leave. Marys Place is my heart and soul. Im not looking for advancement and stock options. Her expression grew shuttered. Youre still the same Wyatt, trying to plan my life, arent you?
Not planning, just suggesting. Im trying to make conversation and obviously failing badly. He was terrible at relationships. Always had been. Im rattled. I never thought Id see you again.
I know exactly how you feel. Her eyes, as verdant as a spring meadow, glimmered as she glanced at him. There was guarded, as if shed known great sadness, but in them the compassion shining in them was undeniable. What hed always loved about Mariah was her big heart.
At least he wasnt alone in his nervousness now. He cleared his throat, relaxing a little. I should have apologized back then. I didnt mean to make you unhappy when we were together.
Perhaps we were young and just too much alike.
No, there were differences. I wasnt pretty, for one thing. I didnt wear my hair in curls. He chose humor because it was safer. Feelings werent his forte. Intimacy wasnt his strength. I never tried out for the dance team.
Funny, but I was talking about being stubborn. Headstrong.
Ill admit to those traits. For what its worth, I am sorry.
Me, too. Im glad to see youve done well, Wyatt. Success looks good on you.
Not as good as it does on you. He couldnt help noticing the gold ring glinting on her right hand. No ring on her left. Had she divorced, too? He winced, knowing that pain. He still bore the scars. He squared his shoulders, trying to figure out the best way to end this and walk away before she figured out his history. Say nice to see you, good luck with the shelter, hope the donation helps.
Mom! A strapping teenager trotted in their direction. He had Mariahs cinnamon-brown hair and shimmering green eyes.
Mariah, a mother? Wyatt couldnt say why that threw him. He took a step back. It was good seeing you, Mariah.
Wait, dont go. Not until you meet my son. Pride lit her up. Wyatt, this is Jake.
Hey, I know you. The kid in jeans and a gray sweatshirt with Marys Place emblazoned across it had to be in his midteens. A tall, athletic looking boy, he almost matched Wyatts six-three.
Hard to believe Mariah had a teenager. She must have married young, right out of high school.
Youre the dude in the pictures.
What pictures? Okay, call him curious, Wyatt had to know. Did Mariah keep any evidence from their old days?
The pics in her yearbook. The kid danced, light on his feet, like a basketball player waiting for an opening. Plus theres that old photo in her desk drawer. You are him. My moms old boyfriend.
I apologize, Wyatt. Im not responsible for the way he turned out. Mariah rolled her eyes, amused. She might be making excuses, but love for her son shone on her beautiful face. It was unmistakable. Now off with you, kid. Whatever it is, Ill be there in a minute.
The TV crew is set up and wants an interview. Theyre already taping and stuff. Jakes smile was like Mariahs, too, wide, generous and flashing. So, what was my mom like when she was my age? Trouble, right?
Lots of trouble. Always in and out of detention. The principal threw up his hands. Didnt know what to do with her.
I knew it. Moms no different now.
Hey. Enough tall tales. Mariah interrupted before their teasing could go any farther. Shed never been in detention in her life. Off you go, troublemaker. Ill deal with you later.
Her threats dont scare me. Laughter flickered in Jakes eyes. So, you live in Buffalo now?
Just moved from Manhattan. Ive got properties and an office here, but Im still hunting for a house. Been thinking about coming back for a while. Its nice to be here. Attractive, manly crinkles creased the corners of his eyes, adding character to his face. These days, Im trying to dial things down, take life a little easier.
Cool. Hey, I saw your old team picture. Jake focused the power of his easy grin on Wyatt. Do you still play basketball?
I used to. A few years ago I was on a gym league in the city. A bunch of friends and I burned up the court.
Awesome. Im on my school team, but Im in another league, too. We have a game tonight. Im trying to learn as much as I can.
Good for you. You never know. It might lean to an athletic scholarship when you need it.
Exactly when had she been left out of the conversation? Honestly. Mariah couldnt believe it. If she waved her hands for attention, would either of them notice?
I already thought of that. I want to be a veterinarian, so Im hoping for at least a partial scholarship. Excited to find someone new to talk over his plans with, Jake didnt pause for breath. Im keeping my grades up, too. Maybe Ill get something academic, but in this economy
There are no guarantees, Wyatt finished. Sounds like youre doing everything right. Youre covering both bases, athletic and academic. Mariah, youve got a smart son.
So I hear. Jake, please go tell Sally and her crew Im ready for the interview I promised her.
Sure. Mr. Royce? If youre looking for a team, theres a league at the Lake Shore Community Center you might want to check out. You know, if youre interested. Jake skipped backward, as if reluctant to end things with his new buddy.
Thanks. Ill look into it. Wyatts chuckle rumbled, warm and pleasant, as he watched her son dash off. True kindness deepened the flecks of dark blue in his eyes. Something in Mariahs chest fluttered, against her will. She had a soft spot for the man, and his kindness to her son only made it worse.
Hadnt that been the real problem when shed been dating Wyatt all those years ago? Hed been incredibly decent. Bossy, but decent. Just too irresistible. Good thing she wasnt tempted now.
Thats quite a kid you have there. Emotion crossed his face. It looked like sorrow. Hes you.
Me? No, hes smart and funny and fantastic. He was born that way.
Like I said, hes you. The hint of sorrow faded as Wyatt braced his hands on his hips, looking powerful once again. A friend of mine used to be a pro ballplayer. He runs a basketball camp in the summers. It would be a great experience for Jake. I can try to get him in.
Why did her guard go up? Wyatt was only being Wyatt. Thanks, but no.
Well, think about it. And when it comes to college, Im a Harvard alum. I can put in a good word for him. If he wants to get into a top vet school, hell want the best undergrad education he can get.
Wyatt. Her stomach bunched up into one tight, impossible bunch. Ive got it covered.
Sure, but Im just trying to help. Throw out ideas.
I dont need help. She softened the words as much as she could, hoping he would understand. The tangled knot in her stomach expanded until it filled her entire middle.
You mean you dont want my help. A muscle ticked in his square jaw. This man was used to running a successful company, and he looked the part, with his polish and authority.
But she didnt need any mans authority. Not back in high school, not in her marriage and not now. Hed crossed a boundary she wasnt comfortable with. I appreciate what youre trying to do, but I can handle it.
I didnt mean to take over. The muscle in his jaw bunched again with tension. Apology pinched the corners of his eyesalong with sincerity. That was another reason why it was easy to like Wyatt. He took a breath and eased back a bit. Sorry. Didnt mean to overstep. It was good seeing you, Mariah. Ive always wanted the best for you.
Me, toofor you. Her throat closed as she watched him walk away. Even his gait posture of his strengthshoulders squared, back straight, his dark suit a shadow among the bright colors of the crowd.
Shadows clung to her too, ones shed thought shed banished with counseling, determination and the new life shed built. Wyatt had stirred up memories of Jaspers control issues and temper. Times best forgotten.
What a nice man. Sunni sidled up to her, turning to watch Wyatt in the crowd. I cant believe you went to school with Wyatt Royce. The Wyatt Royce.
It was a lifetime ago.
I think he likes you. Did you see the way his eyes lit up when he looked at you?
It must have been a trick of the light. Honestly. She squeezed her friends hand, glad for Sunnis friendship. Wyatt was the past. But this day, this moment? It was a gift, and Mariah was deeply grateful to Nellies for it. The womens shelter in Toronto was full of wonderful people who had been there when she and Jake needed them desperately. The shelter shed founded and ran here in Buffalo was fashioned after Nellies. Thanks to Wyatt, her dreams for expanding Marys Place were coming true.
Well, I think hes really something, Sunni gushed. So down-to-earth. Not to mention incredibly good-looking.
I know where youre going with this. Mariah turned and waved at the reporter waiting for her. The sun had disappeared behind gathering clouds. Im not going to see him again, and even if I did accidentally bump into him, Im not interested.
Just hear me out. Youve been single a long time. There are good men out there. Im thinking Wyatt Royce might be one of them.
Sunni didnt know him like Mariah did. A drop of rain fell, brushing her cheek as she glanced over her shoulder. No sign of Wyatt. Shed lost him in the crowd. Emotion lodged in her throat, feeling strangely like loss.
How foolish was that? There was no way she and Wyatt were ever meant to be.
Chapter Two
Mom, its time to go or well be late. Jake strode into the kitchen dressed in his team sweats, dragging his duffel with him.
Mariah turned her attention back to stacking plates in the dishwasher. Im ready. All I need is my coat. Do you have all your stuff?
Yep. I triple-checked. Guess what I found? Something clanked against the counter. A flash of silver caught her eye.
Ugh, no. She groaned. Not that picture from high school. She refused to look at it. I should have tossed that thing ages ago. I dont know why I didnt. Its just one Id forgotten about.
Like I buy that. Jake hooked his gym bag over his shoulder and grabbed his coat. I think he still likes you.
What a thing to say! Wyatt Royce was over me long ago, I assure you. She dried her hands on the towel slung over the oven door handle. Why are you so interested, anyway?
Curiosity, Mom. There was a tell-tale sparkle in his eyes. I cant picture it. You, my age? It boggles.
Why? Youve gone through the yearbooks. Youve seen those pictures of me as a teenager.
Yeah, but pictures dont tell the whole story. He led the way through the house. Mr. Royce would know all the good stuff about you.
There is no good stuff. Just boring, straight-A me. She wriggled into her jacket, remembering the girl shed been, so in love with Wyatt. After a few quick months, theyd broken up and hed left town.
Not going to believe that for a second, Mom. I looked him up on the internet.
You what?
Its no big deal. Her son bounced out into the crisp night. Not unless you still like him.
No! Absolutely not. She closed and locked the door. How could you do such a thing?
It was easy. I just typed his name into a search engine.
Funny. Thats not what I meant.
Its no big deal, Mom, Jake repeated, circling around the SUV parked in their driveway. Hes megarich. He was on the cover of last months Financial Weekly magazine. FYI, hes not married.
Thats information I dont need to know. Honestly. She hit the remote and the locks popped. Get in, smarty.
Hey, Im just making conversation. Jake dropped into the front passenger seat. I saw the way his eyes got all bright and shiny when he looked at you.
She settled behind the wheel. Must have been an optical illusion.
Yeah, right. Her son rolled his eyes. Im thinking hes interested. Hey, you could have married him instead. That makes him my almost-dad. Funny, right?
Really hilarious. The engine roared to life. She shifted into Reverse and twisted in her seat. Of all the people she could have run into today, why did it have to be Wyatt? Headlights shot through the darkness, so she waited for the approaching car to pass. It pulled up short and swung into the driveway next door.
Looked like the Lindstroms were home. Mariah backed into the street in a quick arc, spotting the family emerging from their vehicle. Tension radiated from the husband like heat from a fire, and his wife walked behind him, silent, her head down. Their young daughter trailed behind, her footsteps dragging. It wasnt the first time Mariah had noticed the familys deep unhappiness. She had caught Lyn crying, hands to her face, on her back deck last week, and had gone over to help.
That used to be me. She gripped the steering wheel, gave the car a little gas and zipped by the house. One last glance at the husband, hands fisted at his sides, brought it all back. Jaspers anger, Jaspers misery. Living like a second-class citizen in her own home.
She would never trust a man, she vowed as she nosed the car down the street. Not ever again.
* * *
He couldnt get Mariah out of his head. He hated that hed upset her. Shed tried to hide it, but couldnt, not from him. Wyatt stared out the condominiums windows at the city lights sparkling in the dark.
What do you think of the property? The Realtors high heels tapped on the marble as she sashayed into view. Its a quality building in a good location. The bank is willing to negotiate. High-end real estate like this is hard for them to unload.
Its a good deal. He took another look around the cavernous, high-ceilinged living room. It was just what hed been looking forbut it wasnt what he wanted.
We can write up an offer and see if we can nudge the asking price. Lauren, the Realtor, tapped closer. We wont know until we try. Should I get my paperwork?
No. This isnt the right place for me.
Then I have three more properties to show you tonight. Maybe one of them will be just perfect.
Hmm. Noncommittal, he ambled across the room, his steps echoing. Hed been putting off buying a place to live for years, ever since Delanie had asked him to move out of their Manhattan home. It had been hotel living since then. Id like to look at some houses.
But you were quite clear
I know, I was, and youve selected some fine properties to show me, but Ive changed my mind. Maybe seeing Mariah today was what had done it, along with her son and his talk of basketball. Wyatt had been wanting to join a league. Maybe it would be nice to have his own court and shoot hoops in his backyard. A little grass, a few trees, something that could be a real home.
If he could ever find that again, that is.
Mariah. There he went, thinking of her once more. It looked as if she had a good life. A great kid, an impressive job and a dedication to the shelter he found most admirable. Seeing her today
Mr. Royce? Laurens voice sharpened, finally snaring his attention.
Sorry. He shook his head, scattering his thoughts, but those of Mariah didnt budge.
Give me a minute with my laptop and Ill find you a few houses to see. Intent on her work, the Realtor pulled a small computer from her bag and set it on the marble counter of the kitchen island.
Was he really ready to look at houses? What would he do, rattling around in one all by himself? It wasnt as if his son could visit him.
Mariahs son was sure a great kid. Wyatt couldnt help admiring her life. Chances were shed be sitting in a gym somewhere right now, watching her son play. The dribble of balls on the court, the squeak of shoes on the floor, the shouts of the kids as they barked instructions, set up an offensive, pressed in to score Pain crimped his chest as he remembered those days.
Those lost, golden days.
How about something like this? Lauren nudged her laptop screen in his direction.
He glanced at the brick accents, portico, private gated entrance, and nodded. He had to start someplace. He had promises to keep, ones that werent easy.
But the best things in life never were.
* * *
All right, lights out. Mariah poked her head into Jakes room. Its past your bedtime.
Just one more page, he argued, head bent over his paperback, his dark hair tumbling across his forehead. Their aging dog, Hobart, snored lightly at the foot of the bed as the teenager kept reading, absorbed in his story.
Just yesterday hed been was a little guy flipping through picture books and, yes, wanting to read just one more page. How did time pass so quickly?
Its thirty minutes after your bedtime, kiddo. She padded across the carpet. There will be time tomorrow to read.
The game was pretty good tonight, right? His attention remained fixed on the book.
Right. Your team did great. The captain, not so much.
Hey, I wasnt that bad. Jake laughed absently, reading away. Tomorrows not a school day.
No, but rules are rules. Give it up. She held out her hand and the closed book landed there, accompanied by a sigh. Get some sleep, kid.
She set the paperback on the nightstand next to a familiar looking volume. Her high school yearbook. That was curious. Were you going through this again?
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More Than Words: Bestselling authors & Real-life heroinesWe all have the power to effect changewe just need to find the strength to harness it. With every good deed done, and helping hand offered, we are making the world a better place. The dedicated women selected as this year's recipients of Harlequin's More Than Words award have changed many lives for the better, through their compassionate hearts and unshakable commitment. To celebrate their accomplishments, bestselling authors have written stories inspired by these real-life heroines.In this book, Jillian Hart honors the work of Mary Byberg, a committed volunteer for Nellie's Shelter for Women and Children in Toronto, Ontario.We hope More Than Words inspires you look inside your heart and to get in touch with the heroine inside of you.
No One But You
Jillian Hart
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
More Than Words: Bestselling authors & Real-life heroines
We all have the power to effect changewe just need to find the strength to harness it. With every good deed done and helping hand offered, we are making the world a better place. The dedicated women selected as this years recipients of Harlequins More Than Words award have changed many lives for the better, through their compassionate hearts and unshakable commitment. To celebrate their accomplishments, bestselling authors have written stories inspired by these real-life heroines.
In this book, Jillian Hart honors the work of Mary Byberg, a committed volunteer for Nellies Shelter for Women and Children in Toronto, Ontario.
We hope More Than Words inspires you to look inside your heart and get in touch with the heroine inside you.
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Nellies Shelter for Women and Children
Mary Byberg
How Mary inspires others:
At some point, nearly everyone experiences a moment when one decision changes their future forever. For Mary Byberg, that moment came in January 1992, when she left her abusive husband.
Emotionally exhausted from feeling as though she was walking on eggshells around him, and even more frightened that the latest assault would be her last, Mary grabbed her two young daughters and fled to the local womens shelter in Barrie, Ontario, a small city north of Toronto. She didnt have money. She didnt have extra clothes. All she had was the knowledge that it was finally time to escape the physical and emotional turmoil shed been living with for years.
Mary had left before, but like so many women in similar circumstances, she always went home again, hoping that life would change. Yet there was something different about this latest altercation that made her stay away for good.
I really saw that there was a chance I wouldnt make it out of the relationship alive, she says.
Today, Mary is more than simply alive, shes living and thriving. Shes now juggling a full-time career in the legal field with her responsibilities as a mother, grandmother and committed volunteer for Nellies Shelter for Women and Children in Toronto.
Respect for all
Since 1973, Nellies has been at the front lines helping to rebuild the lives of more than 15,000 women and their children who have felt the impact of violence, poverty, homelessness and oppression. The organization, which is named for Nellie McClung, a feminist pioneer who worked to change the system so that women could vote in Canada, provides emergency shelter and protection for women and kids, with the ultimate goal of securing long-term, independent and affordable housing. Nellies staff also offer programs, services and advocacy to improve the conditions of womens lives.
Although Mary used another shelter when she herself was in need, organizations such as Nellies are vital. According to some oft-quoted statistics, almost half of all women experience abuse and violence in their lifetime. Its little wonder then that Nellies operates at full capacity all year, filling its thirty-six beds each night.
Back in 2004, after years spent in law school and practicing law, Mary felt a need, as wellto give back to her community. When she stumbled across a posting on Charity Village, a website that links charity organizations with volunteers, she immediately knew she wanted to contact Nellies and lend a hand.
The rest, as they say, is herstory, she jokes now.
In fact, Marys path from abused wife and mom to law school graduate and advocate was not nearly that simplistic. After leaving her husband, she spent seven weeks at a shelter learning to feel good again and to parent her girls on her own. She also needed housing, a job and child care. Amazingly, within weeks, a housing counselor found Mary subsidized housing, another contact hooked her up with a receptionist job at a not-for-profit agency, and she even received subsidized support for her childrens day care.
Today shes still amazed that with proper funding, helpful people and a little luck, the social system worked so well. She was able to move on to the next stage of her life: law school, a goal shed set for herself years before, after watching her younger sister graduate.
It was something I needed to do, Mary says. It just took me a very long time to get there.
Working toward a better life
Having lived through her experiences, and knowing how difficult the journey can be, Mary was motivated to volunteer at Nellies to do what she could to help women and their children who were fleeing violence. In 2004 she joined as a volunteer member of Nellies board of directors, and served as the treasurer for six years.
Even when she was up to her elbows in wedding planning with her two daughters, she made time for Nellies, spending hundreds of hours fulfilling her volunteer duties. And when her grandmother, who had raised her, passed away, Mary put aside her grief and mourning to finish the annual treasurers report on time. She has spent countless hours fund-raising, working on a capital campaign to raise money for a new shelter space with fifty beds, and speaking to groups about her experience and how their donations can give Nellies what it needs to support and feed its families.
As a survivor of violence, Mary inspires all women, says Wendy Sung-Aad, manager of development for Nellies. She is an ordinary woman giving extraordinary hope to other women affected by violence. Marys story and voice is one of strength, perseverance and giving back to the community to help others.
Mary, who has since stepped down from the board after serving the maximum three two-year terms, points out that many women in her position have gone on to be successful and give back.
Thats great if someone thinks my life can be an inspiration for other women, but I have met dozens of women who I think are just as inspirational, she maintains. Still, shes happy to be a face for Nellies if it means more women and children will be given the same opportunities she and her daughters were offered.
Although Mary is quick to point out that shes not a crisis counselor, shes more than willing to guide women in the right direction if they come to her with abuse stories of their own. Her advice? Talk to someone in a shelter or call a woman-abuse hotline. Trained staff members are available to help create a plan for leaving safely, she says. Theyll also discuss the documents needed and where to go to stay safe.
Reaching out for help changed Marys life forever, and shes passionate about helping others find a way out of fear.
When I left, it finally offered me the opportunity to see how far I could stretch my life, she says. If you can find the courage, have the courage. There is a better life waiting for you out here.
Jillian Hart
No One But You
Jillian Hart grew up on her familys homestead, where she helped raise cattle, rode horses and scribbled stories in her spare time. After earning her English degree from Whitman College, she worked in travel and advertising before selling her first novel. When Jillian isnt working on her next story, she can be found puttering in her rose garden, curled up with a good book or spending quiet evenings at home with her family.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
Letter to Reader
Chapter One
Mariah Evans. Is that you? The deep baritone rumbled above the noise of the crowd, drawing her out of her thoughts.
Strange, the power that one voice had out of the many rising around her. Recognition streaked down her spine and kicked up her pulse as a tall, powerful man broke away from the crowd. Although it had been nearly eighteen years since high school, Mariah knew the confident gait, the always-in-charge manner and deep blue eyes that touched her heart.
Wyatt Royce. Her old boyfriend. Shock rocked her back on her heels. She blinked, but he kept coming, weaving coolly around the volunteers hurrying to take donations of cash, checks and diapers from the cars driving up. He was a calm island in a sea of activity. When his dazzling gaze latched on to hers, the banner flapping in the March wind advertising the diaper drive, the bustle and noise of a local television crew setting up, and the squeal of kids running to the booth ahead of their parents all faded into the background.
Run? Panic? Escape? Why was that her first instinct? Probably because things hadnt ended well between her and Wyatt in their high school days. What a shock to see him again. Im Mariah Duncan now. What are you doing in Buffalo?
Working. He approached the booth like the calm in a storm, poised, masculine, impeccable in a tailored suit.
On a Saturday afternoon? She nodded toward his attire, definitely out of place at this casual event. Why am I not surprised youre a workaholic?
Type A personality. Thats me. I guess some things dont change. His grin hadnt changed, either. Wide and open and honest, it softened the rugged planes of his face and reminded her of the high school boy whod asked her out on her first date. That smile could still make her fingertips tingle.
Not that she was letting it. She would never be interested in a man like Wyatt. Theyd broken up for a reason.
You certainly havent changed. He pulled a checkbook out of his jacket pocket. Youre still pretty. Let me guess. Youre in charge here?
Im the executive director.
Oh, I saw your name on the shelters letterhead, but I had no idea you were that Mariah. Wyatt clicked a penan expensive one. When he bent forward to fill out his check, dark locks of hair fell over his forehead, just like they had in those innocent days when shed been in love with him.
How trusting shed been before marriage changed her. She sighed, remembering. Shed never known true sadness or loneliness before those dark days as Jasper Duncans wife. If Wyatt knew about her past, would he pity her? Or had he simply been a Jasper in the making? And what was he talking about? Where exactly have you seen my name? I dont understand.
You and I have been sort of corresponding. Hows that for irony? He signed the check with a flourish and handed it over.
Corresponding? You and me? No way. She would have recognized his name. She could never forget the man whod given her her first kiss and first heartbreak. You and I havent
We have. Amusement drew dimples beside his mouth and mellowed the chiseled angles of his face, and her heart caught again. Just like old times. All her experience and hard learned lessons vanished like fog in the sun as he splayed his hands on the booths counter. Im Flagstone Properties.
What? No. She couldnt believe it. That was a hugely successful company worth billions. Flagstone Properties owned several impressive buildings in downtown Buffalo, as well as a chunk of Manhattan real estate. The organization was so wealthy it could afford to give property away. I deal with Ella Jean there. Shes handling the final paperwork on the land the company is donating for our new shelter site.
Ella Jean works for me. Im the W.R. in the cc line of every letter and email shes sent you. You wrote her about your fund-raiser today and thats why I dropped by. He shook his head, scattering that thick dark hair, so good-looking that her volunteers and employees were starting to notice. Who wouldnt? He was a striking man.
Take over for me, Sunni. Please. Mariah handed Wyatts five-figure checkher knees buckled when she noticed the amountto her coworker.
Gladly. The Asian woman flashed a knowing smile. So nice to meet you, Mr. Royce.
Good to meet you. Wyatt nodded politely. When he stepped back, he didnt seem aware of the half-dozen women who watched him. He cut a fine figure in his perfectly fitted suit. Personally, Mariah didnt notice the bunch and ripple of his muscles beneath the cloth as she slipped out of the booth and into the spring sunshine.
Youre sure this is really a coincidence? She narrowed her eyes. Honestly, she didnt know what to think. You must have researched our organization before Ella Jean chose us.
It was her project, not mine. Shes in charge. I just approved her decision. His brow furrowed. Why? You arent going to change your mind about accepting the property, are you? Lets face it, things didnt end well between us.
That was a long time ago, and besides, the shelter has outgrown our building. With this new property, Marys Place can finally be what the board and I have imagined it. Im very grateful for your donation, Wyatt.
Im glad we can make a difference. Wyatt shrugged, caught between wanting to know more about her and wanting to walk away. Shed been his first failed relationship. You run an impressive organization. After seeing your shelter through this expansion, you could have your pick of executive positions.
I would never leave. Marys Place is my heart and soul. Im not looking for advancement and stock options. Her expression grew shuttered. Youre still the same Wyatt, trying to plan my life, arent you?
Not planning, just suggesting. Im trying to make conversation and obviously failing badly. He was terrible at relationships. Always had been. Im rattled. I never thought Id see you again.
I know exactly how you feel. Her eyes, as verdant as a spring meadow, glimmered as she glanced at him. There was guarded, as if shed known great sadness, but in them the compassion shining in them was undeniable. What hed always loved about Mariah was her big heart.
At least he wasnt alone in his nervousness now. He cleared his throat, relaxing a little. I should have apologized back then. I didnt mean to make you unhappy when we were together.
Perhaps we were young and just too much alike.
No, there were differences. I wasnt pretty, for one thing. I didnt wear my hair in curls. He chose humor because it was safer. Feelings werent his forte. Intimacy wasnt his strength. I never tried out for the dance team.
Funny, but I was talking about being stubborn. Headstrong.
Ill admit to those traits. For what its worth, I am sorry.
Me, too. Im glad to see youve done well, Wyatt. Success looks good on you.
Not as good as it does on you. He couldnt help noticing the gold ring glinting on her right hand. No ring on her left. Had she divorced, too? He winced, knowing that pain. He still bore the scars. He squared his shoulders, trying to figure out the best way to end this and walk away before she figured out his history. Say nice to see you, good luck with the shelter, hope the donation helps.
Mom! A strapping teenager trotted in their direction. He had Mariahs cinnamon-brown hair and shimmering green eyes.
Mariah, a mother? Wyatt couldnt say why that threw him. He took a step back. It was good seeing you, Mariah.
Wait, dont go. Not until you meet my son. Pride lit her up. Wyatt, this is Jake.
Hey, I know you. The kid in jeans and a gray sweatshirt with Marys Place emblazoned across it had to be in his midteens. A tall, athletic looking boy, he almost matched Wyatts six-three.
Hard to believe Mariah had a teenager. She must have married young, right out of high school.
Youre the dude in the pictures.
What pictures? Okay, call him curious, Wyatt had to know. Did Mariah keep any evidence from their old days?
The pics in her yearbook. The kid danced, light on his feet, like a basketball player waiting for an opening. Plus theres that old photo in her desk drawer. You are him. My moms old boyfriend.
I apologize, Wyatt. Im not responsible for the way he turned out. Mariah rolled her eyes, amused. She might be making excuses, but love for her son shone on her beautiful face. It was unmistakable. Now off with you, kid. Whatever it is, Ill be there in a minute.
The TV crew is set up and wants an interview. Theyre already taping and stuff. Jakes smile was like Mariahs, too, wide, generous and flashing. So, what was my mom like when she was my age? Trouble, right?
Lots of trouble. Always in and out of detention. The principal threw up his hands. Didnt know what to do with her.
I knew it. Moms no different now.
Hey. Enough tall tales. Mariah interrupted before their teasing could go any farther. Shed never been in detention in her life. Off you go, troublemaker. Ill deal with you later.
Her threats dont scare me. Laughter flickered in Jakes eyes. So, you live in Buffalo now?
Just moved from Manhattan. Ive got properties and an office here, but Im still hunting for a house. Been thinking about coming back for a while. Its nice to be here. Attractive, manly crinkles creased the corners of his eyes, adding character to his face. These days, Im trying to dial things down, take life a little easier.
Cool. Hey, I saw your old team picture. Jake focused the power of his easy grin on Wyatt. Do you still play basketball?
I used to. A few years ago I was on a gym league in the city. A bunch of friends and I burned up the court.
Awesome. Im on my school team, but Im in another league, too. We have a game tonight. Im trying to learn as much as I can.
Good for you. You never know. It might lean to an athletic scholarship when you need it.
Exactly when had she been left out of the conversation? Honestly. Mariah couldnt believe it. If she waved her hands for attention, would either of them notice?
I already thought of that. I want to be a veterinarian, so Im hoping for at least a partial scholarship. Excited to find someone new to talk over his plans with, Jake didnt pause for breath. Im keeping my grades up, too. Maybe Ill get something academic, but in this economy
There are no guarantees, Wyatt finished. Sounds like youre doing everything right. Youre covering both bases, athletic and academic. Mariah, youve got a smart son.
So I hear. Jake, please go tell Sally and her crew Im ready for the interview I promised her.
Sure. Mr. Royce? If youre looking for a team, theres a league at the Lake Shore Community Center you might want to check out. You know, if youre interested. Jake skipped backward, as if reluctant to end things with his new buddy.
Thanks. Ill look into it. Wyatts chuckle rumbled, warm and pleasant, as he watched her son dash off. True kindness deepened the flecks of dark blue in his eyes. Something in Mariahs chest fluttered, against her will. She had a soft spot for the man, and his kindness to her son only made it worse.
Hadnt that been the real problem when shed been dating Wyatt all those years ago? Hed been incredibly decent. Bossy, but decent. Just too irresistible. Good thing she wasnt tempted now.
Thats quite a kid you have there. Emotion crossed his face. It looked like sorrow. Hes you.
Me? No, hes smart and funny and fantastic. He was born that way.
Like I said, hes you. The hint of sorrow faded as Wyatt braced his hands on his hips, looking powerful once again. A friend of mine used to be a pro ballplayer. He runs a basketball camp in the summers. It would be a great experience for Jake. I can try to get him in.
Why did her guard go up? Wyatt was only being Wyatt. Thanks, but no.
Well, think about it. And when it comes to college, Im a Harvard alum. I can put in a good word for him. If he wants to get into a top vet school, hell want the best undergrad education he can get.
Wyatt. Her stomach bunched up into one tight, impossible bunch. Ive got it covered.
Sure, but Im just trying to help. Throw out ideas.
I dont need help. She softened the words as much as she could, hoping he would understand. The tangled knot in her stomach expanded until it filled her entire middle.
You mean you dont want my help. A muscle ticked in his square jaw. This man was used to running a successful company, and he looked the part, with his polish and authority.
But she didnt need any mans authority. Not back in high school, not in her marriage and not now. Hed crossed a boundary she wasnt comfortable with. I appreciate what youre trying to do, but I can handle it.
I didnt mean to take over. The muscle in his jaw bunched again with tension. Apology pinched the corners of his eyesalong with sincerity. That was another reason why it was easy to like Wyatt. He took a breath and eased back a bit. Sorry. Didnt mean to overstep. It was good seeing you, Mariah. Ive always wanted the best for you.
Me, toofor you. Her throat closed as she watched him walk away. Even his gait posture of his strengthshoulders squared, back straight, his dark suit a shadow among the bright colors of the crowd.
Shadows clung to her too, ones shed thought shed banished with counseling, determination and the new life shed built. Wyatt had stirred up memories of Jaspers control issues and temper. Times best forgotten.
What a nice man. Sunni sidled up to her, turning to watch Wyatt in the crowd. I cant believe you went to school with Wyatt Royce. The Wyatt Royce.
It was a lifetime ago.
I think he likes you. Did you see the way his eyes lit up when he looked at you?
It must have been a trick of the light. Honestly. She squeezed her friends hand, glad for Sunnis friendship. Wyatt was the past. But this day, this moment? It was a gift, and Mariah was deeply grateful to Nellies for it. The womens shelter in Toronto was full of wonderful people who had been there when she and Jake needed them desperately. The shelter shed founded and ran here in Buffalo was fashioned after Nellies. Thanks to Wyatt, her dreams for expanding Marys Place were coming true.
Well, I think hes really something, Sunni gushed. So down-to-earth. Not to mention incredibly good-looking.
I know where youre going with this. Mariah turned and waved at the reporter waiting for her. The sun had disappeared behind gathering clouds. Im not going to see him again, and even if I did accidentally bump into him, Im not interested.
Just hear me out. Youve been single a long time. There are good men out there. Im thinking Wyatt Royce might be one of them.
Sunni didnt know him like Mariah did. A drop of rain fell, brushing her cheek as she glanced over her shoulder. No sign of Wyatt. Shed lost him in the crowd. Emotion lodged in her throat, feeling strangely like loss.
How foolish was that? There was no way she and Wyatt were ever meant to be.
Chapter Two
Mom, its time to go or well be late. Jake strode into the kitchen dressed in his team sweats, dragging his duffel with him.
Mariah turned her attention back to stacking plates in the dishwasher. Im ready. All I need is my coat. Do you have all your stuff?
Yep. I triple-checked. Guess what I found? Something clanked against the counter. A flash of silver caught her eye.
Ugh, no. She groaned. Not that picture from high school. She refused to look at it. I should have tossed that thing ages ago. I dont know why I didnt. Its just one Id forgotten about.
Like I buy that. Jake hooked his gym bag over his shoulder and grabbed his coat. I think he still likes you.
What a thing to say! Wyatt Royce was over me long ago, I assure you. She dried her hands on the towel slung over the oven door handle. Why are you so interested, anyway?
Curiosity, Mom. There was a tell-tale sparkle in his eyes. I cant picture it. You, my age? It boggles.
Why? Youve gone through the yearbooks. Youve seen those pictures of me as a teenager.
Yeah, but pictures dont tell the whole story. He led the way through the house. Mr. Royce would know all the good stuff about you.
There is no good stuff. Just boring, straight-A me. She wriggled into her jacket, remembering the girl shed been, so in love with Wyatt. After a few quick months, theyd broken up and hed left town.
Not going to believe that for a second, Mom. I looked him up on the internet.
You what?
Its no big deal. Her son bounced out into the crisp night. Not unless you still like him.
No! Absolutely not. She closed and locked the door. How could you do such a thing?
It was easy. I just typed his name into a search engine.
Funny. Thats not what I meant.
Its no big deal, Mom, Jake repeated, circling around the SUV parked in their driveway. Hes megarich. He was on the cover of last months Financial Weekly magazine. FYI, hes not married.
Thats information I dont need to know. Honestly. She hit the remote and the locks popped. Get in, smarty.
Hey, Im just making conversation. Jake dropped into the front passenger seat. I saw the way his eyes got all bright and shiny when he looked at you.
She settled behind the wheel. Must have been an optical illusion.
Yeah, right. Her son rolled his eyes. Im thinking hes interested. Hey, you could have married him instead. That makes him my almost-dad. Funny, right?
Really hilarious. The engine roared to life. She shifted into Reverse and twisted in her seat. Of all the people she could have run into today, why did it have to be Wyatt? Headlights shot through the darkness, so she waited for the approaching car to pass. It pulled up short and swung into the driveway next door.
Looked like the Lindstroms were home. Mariah backed into the street in a quick arc, spotting the family emerging from their vehicle. Tension radiated from the husband like heat from a fire, and his wife walked behind him, silent, her head down. Their young daughter trailed behind, her footsteps dragging. It wasnt the first time Mariah had noticed the familys deep unhappiness. She had caught Lyn crying, hands to her face, on her back deck last week, and had gone over to help.
That used to be me. She gripped the steering wheel, gave the car a little gas and zipped by the house. One last glance at the husband, hands fisted at his sides, brought it all back. Jaspers anger, Jaspers misery. Living like a second-class citizen in her own home.
She would never trust a man, she vowed as she nosed the car down the street. Not ever again.
* * *
He couldnt get Mariah out of his head. He hated that hed upset her. Shed tried to hide it, but couldnt, not from him. Wyatt stared out the condominiums windows at the city lights sparkling in the dark.
What do you think of the property? The Realtors high heels tapped on the marble as she sashayed into view. Its a quality building in a good location. The bank is willing to negotiate. High-end real estate like this is hard for them to unload.
Its a good deal. He took another look around the cavernous, high-ceilinged living room. It was just what hed been looking forbut it wasnt what he wanted.
We can write up an offer and see if we can nudge the asking price. Lauren, the Realtor, tapped closer. We wont know until we try. Should I get my paperwork?
No. This isnt the right place for me.
Then I have three more properties to show you tonight. Maybe one of them will be just perfect.
Hmm. Noncommittal, he ambled across the room, his steps echoing. Hed been putting off buying a place to live for years, ever since Delanie had asked him to move out of their Manhattan home. It had been hotel living since then. Id like to look at some houses.
But you were quite clear
I know, I was, and youve selected some fine properties to show me, but Ive changed my mind. Maybe seeing Mariah today was what had done it, along with her son and his talk of basketball. Wyatt had been wanting to join a league. Maybe it would be nice to have his own court and shoot hoops in his backyard. A little grass, a few trees, something that could be a real home.
If he could ever find that again, that is.
Mariah. There he went, thinking of her once more. It looked as if she had a good life. A great kid, an impressive job and a dedication to the shelter he found most admirable. Seeing her today
Mr. Royce? Laurens voice sharpened, finally snaring his attention.
Sorry. He shook his head, scattering his thoughts, but those of Mariah didnt budge.
Give me a minute with my laptop and Ill find you a few houses to see. Intent on her work, the Realtor pulled a small computer from her bag and set it on the marble counter of the kitchen island.
Was he really ready to look at houses? What would he do, rattling around in one all by himself? It wasnt as if his son could visit him.
Mariahs son was sure a great kid. Wyatt couldnt help admiring her life. Chances were shed be sitting in a gym somewhere right now, watching her son play. The dribble of balls on the court, the squeak of shoes on the floor, the shouts of the kids as they barked instructions, set up an offensive, pressed in to score Pain crimped his chest as he remembered those days.
Those lost, golden days.
How about something like this? Lauren nudged her laptop screen in his direction.
He glanced at the brick accents, portico, private gated entrance, and nodded. He had to start someplace. He had promises to keep, ones that werent easy.
But the best things in life never were.
* * *
All right, lights out. Mariah poked her head into Jakes room. Its past your bedtime.
Just one more page, he argued, head bent over his paperback, his dark hair tumbling across his forehead. Their aging dog, Hobart, snored lightly at the foot of the bed as the teenager kept reading, absorbed in his story.
Just yesterday hed been was a little guy flipping through picture books and, yes, wanting to read just one more page. How did time pass so quickly?
Its thirty minutes after your bedtime, kiddo. She padded across the carpet. There will be time tomorrow to read.
The game was pretty good tonight, right? His attention remained fixed on the book.
Right. Your team did great. The captain, not so much.
Hey, I wasnt that bad. Jake laughed absently, reading away. Tomorrows not a school day.
No, but rules are rules. Give it up. She held out her hand and the closed book landed there, accompanied by a sigh. Get some sleep, kid.
She set the paperback on the nightstand next to a familiar looking volume. Her high school yearbook. That was curious. Were you going through this again?
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О книге: More Than Words: Bestselling authors & Real-life heroinesWe all have the power to effect change–we just need to find the strength to harness it. With every good deed done, and helping hand offered, we are making the world a better place. The dedicated women selected as this year′s recipients of Harlequin′s More Than Words award have changed many lives for the better, through their compassionate hearts and unshakable commitment. To celebrate their accomplishments, bestselling authors have written stories inspired by these real-life heroines.In this book, Jillian Hart honors the work of Mary Byberg, a committed volunteer for Nellie′s Shelter for Women and Children in Toronto, Ontario.We hope More Than Words inspires you look inside your heart and to get in touch with the heroine inside of you.