Molly Winslow was running a little late. She’d been out on the agility course with her newest student, a harlequin Great Dane named Rufus, trying to run off some of his puppy energy before she brought him with her to the meeting with her boss, Riverbend Elementary principal Becky Dahl. In this stage of Rufus’s training to become a service dog, Molly took him with her everywhere, so she knew it wouldn’t surprise Becky to have him there.
Becky’s request to meet midsummer was unusual, however, and Molly was worried. What was so important Becky couldn’t speak about it over the phone?
Rushing into the office, she’d barely had a moment to greet Becky, settle Rufus and seat herself in a chair opposite Becky’s desk before a distinctive, familiar male voice spoke from directly behind her.
“Excuse me, ma’am. My name is Logan Maddox, and this is my son, Judah.”
Logan Maddox?
Molly took in an audible breath and whirled around in her chair, her mouth agape and her heart nearly bursting out of her chest as a frisson of awareness shivered up her spine, causing every single muscle in her body to freeze.
Sensing Molly’s distress, Rufus sat up and moved close to her, and she stroked a hand over his back to calm herself.
She’d never, ever expected to see Logan Maddox’s face again in her lifetime.
How dare he have the gall to show up in Whispering Pines like this?
He’d caught her completely by surprise. And from the look on his face, he was equally stunned, though why that should be, she couldn’t imagine. He looked thoroughly flummoxed as he tapped his tan cowboy hat against his thigh and ran his fingers through his thick, tousled black hair.
Probably wondering how to get out of this situation with his head intact.
“M-Molly?” Logan stammered. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh—I didn’t realize you two knew each other. I was under the impression Logan and Judah were new to town.”
Becky had only been at Riverbend Elementary for a year, so she would have had no way of knowing Molly and Logan shared a past.
Logan cleared his throat. “My parents have lived in town all their lives. I grew up here but moved away during my college years and have only just returned. Molly and I were in high school together.”
He glanced in her direction but didn’t quite meet her eyes. That was definitely the CliffsNotes version of the story.
“I see. It’s good that you’re already acquainted.”
Yeah, not so much, thought Molly, though she didn’t say so aloud.
“I didn’t know Molly was going to be Judah’s teacher, though. I didn’t even know she was still in town.”
“Yes, well, I’m sure you’ll be encouraged to know she’ll be the one working one-on-one with Judah to integrate him into the regular second-grade classroom.”
Her gaze dropped to the little boy standing in front of Logan. The little guy was warily staring up at her and wringing his hands in a rhythmic manner. Logan’s protective palms rested on the boy’s shoulders.
She took a deep breath. In through her nose, out through her mouth. She mindfully relaxed her muscles, knowing Judah would probably be able to pick up on any kind of anxiety and run with it.
So, this was Logan’s son.
She hadn’t even known the baby had been a boy.
A distressed guttural sound emerged from the boy’s throat. No matter how she felt about the current situation, or how off guard Logan had taken her when he’d sneaked up on her that way with no warning, she was a schoolteacher with a job to do.
And Judah—this adorable little boy looking for all the world as if he wanted to find a quiet corner and curl into it—was completely innocent. Of course she would work with this sweet child, no matter who his father was.
No question.
“Hello, Judah,” she said in an encouraging tone. “Are you here to enroll for school? How exciting!”
Instinctively, Molly stood and moved in front of Judah, crouching down to his level. She smiled, but he only pressed backward into the safety of his father’s legs, not quite meeting her gaze.
The sum of Judah’s unique actions ticked together in her mind and heart, and she immediately recognized that Judah’s behavior suggested he was on the autism spectrum, which was her specialty.
That was probably the answer as to why they were meeting midsummer, as opposed to waiting until the beginning of the next school term. Riverbend had a special program for children on the autism spectrum, helping them integrate within regular classrooms with Molly’s extra assistance.
“Rufus, with me,” she called to the Great Dane puppy.
Rufus trotted to her side and sat at her heel, his attention completely on Molly as he waited for her next command—and no doubt hoping for a bacon treat.
“Good boy,” she said, slipping him a bit of bacon. “This is Rufus,” she told Judah. “Would you like to pet him?”
Judah screeched and wagged his hand out toward the dog. Rufus bolted and dashed backward, crawling as far under the desk as his huge, gangly body would allow and hiding his nose between his gigantic paws.
Becky chuckled and Logan’s gaze widened, his expression apologetic.
Running away from unusual sounds and movements wasn’t the correct response for the dog, but that was the whole point of him being in training here. She would work with Rufus to do better next time—and she would work with Judah, too, for that matter, on the best way to approach a dog. The little boy had only been overenthusiastic, after all, and had clearly never been around dogs before.
“Sorry,” Logan muttered under his breath.
Molly glanced up in surprise and then narrowed her eyes on Logan, not liking the feeling of him towering over her, even though she’d been the one to put herself in this position when she’d knelt so she could be face-to-face with Judah.
“For what?” Her voice was tight with strain.
“Er—my son.”
She stood abruptly, her hands fisting and heat rising to her face.
He was so not apologizing for Judah.
Molly fumed as her claws came out, as quickly as a cat preparing to pounce on her prey.
This precious boy was the only good thing to come out of what had been a horrible situation from every other conceivable aspect, from the first day onward.
She glanced at Judah and then back at Logan, not even trying to appear pleasant. She was downright angry, as he should well be aware.
“Someone hears and absorbs everything you say,” she warned him. It was a good reminder for her as well, and she tried to catch hold of her temper so Judah couldn’t sense the sudden tension in the room.
Logan had better not be verbalizing anything that might give Judah a reason to feel bad about himself.
Not if she had anything to say about it.
And of course, she did. It was her job.
And even if it wasn’t...
“He is—” Logan started.
“Logan,” she snapped before he could finish his sentence. She did her best to keep her voice level. It was all she could do not to speak sharply with him, but she didn’t want to do anything that might startle Judah or set off his anxiety. He was already self-soothing with his hand-wringing because Rufus had run away from him in such a fright. “Would it be possible for us to speak in private?”
Again, she nodded toward Judah.
Logan glanced down at his son and shrugged. “Yeah, well, that’s what I was trying to tell you just now. That’s why I’m here with Judah. Sometimes he needs a little extra encouragement. I’ve heard wonderful things about Riverbend’s special needs program.”
Well, that might explain why he’d returned to Whispering Pines. Their unique program was unlike anything else in the state of Colorado. Logan’s parents had probably encouraged him to enroll Judah, although Logan had clearly been as shocked to see her as she had been to see him, and she couldn’t imagine why his parents hadn’t warned him that Molly was the teacher. Obviously, that would have played some role in his moving back to town, had he known.
Or maybe it didn’t. This was all about Judah, after all. Molly and Logan’s past relationship was just that—the past.
This wasn’t about them.
“Here you go, little man,” he told Judah, handing him a portable gaming unit. “Why don’t you sit there in the corner so Miss Becky, Miss Molly and I can talk.”
Logan pulled up a second chair and the three adults sat down around the desk. Rufus flopped down next to Molly’s chair, his tongue lolling as he stretched his long body out.
If only Molly felt even remotely as comfortable as Rufus. She couldn’t seem to take in a full breath, and her hair at the back of her neck was standing on end as if she’d just been zapped by a bolt of electricity—and that was merely from sitting this close to Logan.
She wouldn’t have thought seeing him again would bring up such strong emotions in her. She’d put the past behind her and had been over him for years.
Hadn’t she?
“As I’m sure you know,” started Becky, bringing Molly’s thoughts back to the subject at hand, “Riverbend has been working on a unique special needs program that integrates children like Judah—who are on the autism spectrum—into the regular classroom.”
“Yes, my parents mentioned that. It’s one of the main reasons I’ve returned to Whispering Pines.”
He glanced at Molly and looked her in the eye for the slightest moment. Molly met Logan’s gaze, finding in his midnight blue eyes a clouded swirl of emotions she couldn’t identify. There was a time when she’d been able to read everything he was thinking merely by capturing his gaze, but that certainly wasn’t the case now.
Or maybe, as the past suggested, she’d never known him at all.
The man before her was a virtual stranger in every way. He’d filled out physically from the youth he’d been when he left Whispering Pines. He was taller now—he had quite a few inches on Molly. His shoulders were broader, and he was muscular and toned. He definitely worked out in a gym like her brothers Frost and Sharpe did. There was an edge to his chest and biceps that only free weights could give. The deep lines across his forehead and around his mouth suggested his life may have held significant stress. He was still too young for such creases to be from age, and they definitely weren’t laugh lines.
Mostly, though, she could see how shell-shocked he’d been when he walked into the room and found Molly there. His parents may have told him about the program, but they’d clearly left out the part about Molly running it.
Molly was still good friends with Logan’s parents, whom she’d always considered her second parents from the time she and Logan had first started dating in high school. But after he’d left, they’d had an unwritten rule never to speak of Logan in her presence.
Ever.
It was better that way—so she could forget about him and move on with her life. Why would she want to know anything about what her ex was doing?
That she hadn’t forgotten him or successfully moved on with her life—well, that knowledge was between her and God alone.
Here Logan was, big and handsome and strong and real, and Molly’s heart was feeling it.
But that wasn’t what was important now.
For everything she didn’t know about him, it was obvious how much he loved his son. That truth was evident in his gaze, his bittersweet smile and the gentle way he protected the boy.
Always keeping a tender hand on him. Holding him close without hovering over him. Making sure he was settled in the corner with his portable video game before he joined the adults around the desk.
“The program is Molly’s brainchild,” Becky said, flashing Molly a proud smile. “She’s done so much for these kids. The beginning of the school year is always so crazy busy, which is why I wanted to introduce the two of you now. We can get the paperwork going to have Judah all set up for school, and then Molly may have some suggestions on how to prepare him for the big event.”
Becky looked from Logan to Molly. “How long has it been since you’ve seen each other?” she asked curiously.
Molly and Logan stared at each other in tense silence.
Molly scrambled to find the words to fix this situation before it got out of hand.
“As Logan said, we went to high school together,” she said, keeping their story as vague as possible and hoping Logan would catch on. “We lost track of each other after that.”
And that, thought Molly, was the understatement of the century.
Lost track of each other?
That was one way to put it, but it wasn’t terribly accurate—or at least, not completely accurate.
“This is all new to me. I’m all he’s got, and...”
“Where’s his mother?” Molly asked in a surprisingly subdued voice. “Shouldn’t she be here for this meeting, as well?”
Logan cleared his throat. “She...uh...passed away not too long ago. A brain aneurysm.”
Molly’s face flushed. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“You couldn’t have known,” he assured her. And unless his parents were keeping her informed, and he doubted they were, she really couldn’t have known, since he’d stayed well away from Whispering Pines ever since—well, ever since Judah had been born and he’d married Brianna.
Doing it backward, his mother had told him at the time, not at all happy with the way things had turned out. He tended to agree, though by that time he’d thought he had very little choice in the matter except to do the right thing.
He might not have loved Brianna on the day they wed, but he loved Judah with all his heart, and he’d eventually come to care for Brianna. They’d made a decent go of it.
But what about Molly?
She wasn’t supposed to be here, either. Back in high school when they were dating, hadn’t her dream been to live anywhere except in Whispering Pines? What had happened to the girl with stars in her eyes, desperately wanting to reach for the moon?
She was sitting across from him now. But she didn’t have stars in her eyes anymore. Rather, there was the hint of an angry glitter, although she quickly worked to erase it from her expression.
His heart had nearly leaped out of his chest when he’d walked into the principal’s office and Molly had turned to meet his gaze. She’d been a beautiful teenager, but she’d grown into a stunning woman with high cheekbones, thick dark hair and those glimmering emerald eyes he’d never been able to forget no matter how hard he tried and no matter how many years passed by.
Becky’s cell phone buzzed, and she looked at the screen. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I have to step out and take this. Logan, why don’t you fill out the necessary paperwork while you’re waiting?”
“And I’ll spend a few minutes with Judah,” Molly suggested.
He curled the rim of his hat in his fist and nodded, trying not to gape when Becky slid a pile of darkly lined pages in front of him and offered a black ballpoint pen.
He wasn’t used to having to do all the paperwork. Brianna had always taken care of those things. Names, dates, Social Security numbers. He clenched his teeth against the sudden overwhelmingness.
He was a single dad now and this was all on him, whether he liked it or not.
“Rufus, with me.” Molly disappeared for a moment and then reappeared with a plastic play set of Noah’s ark.
She sat down cross-legged next to Judah and put the play set before him. He immediately set his video game aside and stared at the game, not raising his eyes to Molly’s. That didn’t appear to faze her as she set up the animals two by two.
This time, Molly didn’t try to introduce Judah to the puppy, but simply let the dog sit quietly by her heel.
Logan started to fill out the information on the long form but kept one ear on Molly’s conversation with Judah.
“What’s your favorite animal, Judah?” Molly asked, her attention entirely on the child. “Did you know God sent two of every kind of animal onto Noah’s ark before a big flood of water covered the whole earth? Have you heard this story before?”
Judah made a guttural sound and shook his head.
“I—er—never told him the story,” Logan admitted, heat rising to his cheeks.
Her gaze widened on him, and no wonder.
What kind of parent didn’t tell their child the story of Noah’s ark? It was a classic Bible story that nearly every kid knew.
The truth was, Logan had been angry with God when things went so poorly for him, even though in his heart he knew it was all his own doing and he’d deserved every bit of what he’d received. It wasn’t God who’d forced him to run wild in college, ruining any chance of happiness in his life.
If anything, the Lord had been good to him, giving him His most precious treasure in Judah.
Even so, it had seemed easier to ignore God and try to fix his mistakes on his own than to seek the Almighty’s help and guidance to make his life better. He’d been stubborn and proud, and look how that had turned out for him. At age twenty-six, he was a single father back home staying with his parents because he couldn’t handle living on his own.
How humiliating.
He groaned in frustration and dropped the pen onto the pile of papers, pushing it aside. Some things were more important than paperwork.
Moving home to Whispering Pines was the first step in what he suspected was going to be a very long process of making things right in his life, but boy, was this one a doozy. Way worse than he could ever have imagined—and he had imagined dozens of ways he might run into Molly again someday, none of them good.
“Um, okay,” Molly responded belatedly, still looking bemused. “Do you want to join us here, Daddy?” she asked, addressing Logan. “Crisscross applesauce?”
“Crisscross what?”
She gestured. “Cross-legged.”
“Oh.” He looked down at the floor and grimaced. There was no way he was going to get his legs to do that, so he dropped to his knees. Judah immediately scrambled onto his lap and curled into his chest.
Molly lifted one eyebrow before turning her attention back to the boy. “Noah’s ark is a really fun story. Now, tell me—what’s your favorite animal? Or you can let me guess. Is it an elephant?”
Judah shook his head and a dark lock of hair dropped over his forehead, which Logan tenderly brushed back.
“A giraffe,” Logan started to say, but Molly held up a finger to keep him from speaking.
“A tiger?” she guessed. “Rrrroww!” She made a tickling motion but stopped just short of actually touching Judah, which would have been a total disaster. Somehow, he suspected she already knew that, even without him telling her so.
Logan knew his son might very well scream and run at the mere thought of being touched. It had happened before.
He was shocked when Judah’s lips turned up into a grin, something Logan saw precious little of since his mother had passed—or, if he were honest, even before. Judah wasn’t a happy boy by any stretch of the imagination.
But with Molly, he’d smiled. The boy even chuckled a little as he shook his head again. Clearly, he wanted Molly to keep guessing.
“Hmm,” continued Molly, tapping her index finger to her lips. “Okay. So—not an elephant. Not a tiger. How about...a Rufus?”
Rufus barked at the sound of his name, which startled Judah and the smile dropped from his face.
“Rufus, down.” Molly grimaced and shrugged at Logan. “Whoops. Sorry. I should have anticipated that. Rufus here is still very much a work in progress.”
“You’re still working with your brothers and sisters in dog rescue?” he asked, even though the answer to the question was obvious with the presence of Rufus.
“I’m even more involved now than I used to be. Once I decided to make my life here in town, I felt like I needed to do my part.”
“Hmm,” he answered. That was a story he wanted to hear, but he had no right even to ask.
“Have you ever considered getting a service dog for Judah?”
He immediately shook his head. It wasn’t a bad idea. He’d heard of service dogs helping autistic kids before, and he was aware of what the Winslows had done with their program.
But when he’d returned to Whispering Pines, he had taken a job as a bookkeeper for Whispering Pines Community Church. The pay wasn’t great, but being able to work at home and be around whenever his son needed him made up for what he lost with his tight pocketbook.
“Well, if you ever change your mind...”
“I won’t,” he said, his jaw tightening.
“We were talking about Judah’s favorite animal,” she reminded him, turning her attention back to Judah. “And I’ve been thinking. I’ll bet you like—hold on just a moment.”
Molly paused for a few seconds, reaching out first for one animal, then another. After a moment, she plucked up a long-necked giraffe and held it out to Judah.
Judah beamed. “R-r-raffe!”
“That’s right. It’s a giraffe. What an awesome animal. You can hold on to that while I help Daddy finish filling out his papers, okay?”
Despite his own discomfort, Logan found himself smiling at the pretty second-grade schoolteacher, as well. She did have a way about her.
But then, she always had. He’d just have to get used to seeing her again.