Snowfall on Haven Point Read Online Free
Author: RaeAnne Thayne
The wise men brought the gold, Frankenstein and mirth.â
She did her best to hide a smile. This year Will had become fascinated with the small carved Nativity set she bought at a thrift store the first year she moved out of her grandfatherâs cheerless house.
âOh. Frankincense and myrrh. They were perfumes and oils, I think. When I said Sheriff Bailey was a wise man, I just meant he was smart.â
She was a little biased, yes, but she couldnât believe even the most hardened of hearts wouldnât find her son adorable. The sheriff only studied them both with that dour expression.
He was in pain, she reminded herself. If she were in his position, she wouldnât find a four-year-oldâs chatter amusing, either.
âWeâll see you tomorrow,â she said again. âCall me, even if itâs the middle of the night.â
âI will,â he said, which she knew was a blatant fib. He would never call her.
She had done all she could, short of moving into his houseâkids, pets and all.
She gathered the children part of that equation and ushered them out of the house. Darkness came early this close to the winter solstice, but the Jacobs familyâs Christmas lights next door gleamed through the snow.
In the short time sheâd been inside his house, Andie had forgotten most of her nervousness around Marshall. Perhaps it was his injury that made him feel a little less threatening to herâthough she had a feeling that even if heâd suffered two broken legs in that accident, the sheriff of Lake Haven County would never be anything less than dangerous.
CHAPTER TWO
M ARSH WAITED UNTIL he heard the door close behind Andrea Montgomery and her children before he allowed himself to grimace and release the breath he hadnât realized heâd been holding.
His entire body hurt like a mother trucker, as if somebody had been pummeling him for the last, oh, twenty-two hours. He couldnât pinpoint a single portion of his anatomy that wasnât throbbing right about now.
Though the surgery to set and pin the multiple fractures in his foot and ankle had taken place in the early hours of the morning, his head still felt foggy from the anesthesia and the pain meds they had thrust upon him afterward.
Oddly, the leg wasnât as painful as the abrasions on his face and hands where he had scraped pavement on the way down. Some of his pain was probably the inevitable adrenaline crash that always hit after a critical incident.
He drew in a deep breath of air that still smelled like his neighbor, sweet as spring wildflowers on a rain-washed meadow.
He hated that he was now her pity project, thanks to her sense of obligation to his sister. He knew that was the only reason she had come by. Wyn must have blackmailed her into helping him. What other reason could she have for doing it?
Andrea Montgomery didnât like him. He wasnât sure what heâd done to her, but in their few previous interactions she had always seemed cold and unfriendly to him. He would have figured her for the last person to come to his rescue. Few people were strong enough to withstand pressure from Wyn when she was at her most persuasive, though.
He didnât want his neighbor and her kids to come back the next day. Short of locking the door, how could he prevent it?
Less than a day ago, he had been under the wholly misguided impression that he had most facets of his life under control.
He had a family he loved, a widowed mother who had just found happiness again and remarried, a brother he admired and respected, a sister who was now engaged to his best friend, another one who was suddenly passionate about saving the world. He lived in the most beautiful place on earth and he had a position of great responsibility that he had worked very hard to earn.
Yeah, he had some in-house personnel problems in the sheriffâs departmentâthe most urgent concern one that involved a significant
She did her best to hide a smile. This year Will had become fascinated with the small carved Nativity set she bought at a thrift store the first year she moved out of her grandfatherâs cheerless house.
âOh. Frankincense and myrrh. They were perfumes and oils, I think. When I said Sheriff Bailey was a wise man, I just meant he was smart.â
She was a little biased, yes, but she couldnât believe even the most hardened of hearts wouldnât find her son adorable. The sheriff only studied them both with that dour expression.
He was in pain, she reminded herself. If she were in his position, she wouldnât find a four-year-oldâs chatter amusing, either.
âWeâll see you tomorrow,â she said again. âCall me, even if itâs the middle of the night.â
âI will,â he said, which she knew was a blatant fib. He would never call her.
She had done all she could, short of moving into his houseâkids, pets and all.
She gathered the children part of that equation and ushered them out of the house. Darkness came early this close to the winter solstice, but the Jacobs familyâs Christmas lights next door gleamed through the snow.
In the short time sheâd been inside his house, Andie had forgotten most of her nervousness around Marshall. Perhaps it was his injury that made him feel a little less threatening to herâthough she had a feeling that even if heâd suffered two broken legs in that accident, the sheriff of Lake Haven County would never be anything less than dangerous.
CHAPTER TWO
M ARSH WAITED UNTIL he heard the door close behind Andrea Montgomery and her children before he allowed himself to grimace and release the breath he hadnât realized heâd been holding.
His entire body hurt like a mother trucker, as if somebody had been pummeling him for the last, oh, twenty-two hours. He couldnât pinpoint a single portion of his anatomy that wasnât throbbing right about now.
Though the surgery to set and pin the multiple fractures in his foot and ankle had taken place in the early hours of the morning, his head still felt foggy from the anesthesia and the pain meds they had thrust upon him afterward.
Oddly, the leg wasnât as painful as the abrasions on his face and hands where he had scraped pavement on the way down. Some of his pain was probably the inevitable adrenaline crash that always hit after a critical incident.
He drew in a deep breath of air that still smelled like his neighbor, sweet as spring wildflowers on a rain-washed meadow.
He hated that he was now her pity project, thanks to her sense of obligation to his sister. He knew that was the only reason she had come by. Wyn must have blackmailed her into helping him. What other reason could she have for doing it?
Andrea Montgomery didnât like him. He wasnât sure what heâd done to her, but in their few previous interactions she had always seemed cold and unfriendly to him. He would have figured her for the last person to come to his rescue. Few people were strong enough to withstand pressure from Wyn when she was at her most persuasive, though.
He didnât want his neighbor and her kids to come back the next day. Short of locking the door, how could he prevent it?
Less than a day ago, he had been under the wholly misguided impression that he had most facets of his life under control.
He had a family he loved, a widowed mother who had just found happiness again and remarried, a brother he admired and respected, a sister who was now engaged to his best friend, another one who was suddenly passionate about saving the world. He lived in the most beautiful place on earth and he had a position of great responsibility that he had worked very hard to earn.
Yeah, he had some in-house personnel problems in the sheriffâs departmentâthe most urgent concern one that involved a significant
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