Book 12: Redemption in a Small Town
Love in Harmony Valley Series
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Nate never wanted to be a dad.
With his job in jeopardy, it couldn’t be a worse time for Sheriff Nate Landry’s past to come back to haunt him. But it would take an army to stop SWAT team leader Julie Smith from staying silent. She wants one thing from the beleaguered lawman: custody of the toddler son that Nate didn’t know he had.
Will he pass the daddy test?
Julie isn’t keen on handing little Duke over, not unless Nate proves he’s daddy material. To make matters worse, Julie throws her hat in the ring as sheriff, leaving Nate to decide if it’s time to retreat…Or to negotiate Julie’s terms to parenthood, law enforcement, and love?
Fans of military, law enforcement and secret baby romances will love this fun, heartwarming romance with a happily ever after.
Excerpt:
“What’s the emergency?” Sheriff Nate Landry, fresh from chasing chickens at Clara Barra’s house, took a seat on a creaky wooden pew in the back of the church. “Spring Festival meltdown?”
“The emergency is next,” Flynn Harris said in a hushed voice so as not to wake baby Ian in his arms.
Nate’s entrance met with turned heads, warm smiles and nods of recognition. The Harmony Valley Town Council was in session, better attended than some small-town basketball games. The meetings were held in the historic, steepled church downtown, being led from folding tables and chairs set up on the pulpit. That was the way of life in the remote northeastern corner of Sonoma County—casual, a bit of making do and a bit impromptu.
Flynn managed to brush reddish-brown hair from his eyes with his shoulder without disrupting his newborn’s sleep. “The emergency is Doris Schlotski.”
At mention of the woman’s name, a little black rain cloud formed above Nate. He hated that rain cloud.
As the only lawman in town, Nate prided himself on figuring out what made each resident tick. Doris Schlotski. She’d moved here four months ago and was a conundrum.
About three months ago, Nate had issued Doris citations for violating both the noise and pet ordinances. She bred Chihuahuas and her ten adult dogs barked 24/7. She’d argued that they were only small dogs and quieter than a neighbor’s Saint Bernard, which to be fair was a true statement, but big, old Bernie only barked at the Amazon delivery truck.
A few weeks after that he’d issued Doris a citation for permanently parking her never-used fishing boat on the street. She’d argued that her driveway wasn’t wide enough for both her car and the boat. Just last week, he’d pulled Doris over for speeding. She’d argued that the speed limit hadn’t been updated in fifty years and was therefore invalid.
Nate was still trying to determine what made Doris tick, but he was done arguing. He bet Doris wasn’t. He bet she was here to argue about speed limits or public right-of-way or pet regulations.
Ian squirmed, rolling his head until the blue puppy blanket dropped unnoticed from his head and over Flynn’s arm.
The door behind them opened, bringing a nip of evening air. Harmony Valley was near enough to the Pacific Ocean to be cooled nightly by ocean breezes and thick fog.
Nate tucked the baby blanket snugly around the tufts of red-brown hair on Ian’s head.
Footsteps and whispers from the newcomers were covered by Mayor Larry recording a quorum on a request to rezone some property in the south part of town. The pew behind them groaned as someone sat down. At the front of the church, heads turned to see who’d entered. Inquisitive stares neighbors followed.
Nate began to turn to see who had come in when Flynn nudged him and said, “Here we go.”
“Next on the agenda...” Mayor Larry squinted at his notes through black rectangular reading glasses. “‘Sheriff elections?’”
Abruptly, everyone faced forward, perhaps as shocked by the agenda item as Nate was.
The little black rain cloud above Nate’s head thickened. Doris wasn’t here to talk about speed limits or public right-of-way or pet regulations.
She’s here to talk about me!
Nate leaned closer to Flynn, keeping his voice down. “We don’t have sheriff elections.” He’d come to Harmony Valley nearly three years ago because the town was plain and simple. He’d been hired, plain and simple. He’d renewed his contract, plain and simple. Less than two hundred residents lived in town, most of them pleasant, law-abiding, elderly. Plain and simple.
At least, until Doris had returned to the area, breathing fire.
Doris approached the speaker podium like she was going to bulldoze it. She was shaped like a fireplug—short, compact, the promise of energy behind every step. Her gray hair didn’t dare curl or frizz, not even in the fog. Barely an inch long, it stood on end. She was a fireplug, all right. Only instead of spouting water, Doris spouted words. That woman could outdebate a presidential candidate.
Nate sucked back a grin. She hadn’t been able to talk her way out of those citations.
Something bumped the back of Nate’s pew just as Doris began to speak. “Mr. Mayor—”
Nate’s grin slipped free by half, poking holes in his rain cloud.
Mr. Mayor?
Everyone called him Mayor Larry, at the mayor’s request. The aging hippie and tie-dye business entrepreneur was unorthodox, from his long gray ponytail to his tie-dyed attire and his penchant for naked yoga down by the river, a practice folks respected and avoided.
Doris addressed those on the dais. “Madams Councilwomen—”
Nate’s war to contain the grin became more challenging. The three councilwomen weren’t into formalities either.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Doris continued in her high-pitched, grating voice. “We should be proud of many things in our community. The wonderful festivals we have. The resurgence of new businesses. And the low crime rate. But that isn’t good enough.”
Not good enough? The little black rain cloud sucked the oxygen from the old church.
“In this age of police misconduct, the people need a voice.” Doris had a death grip on the podium.
Nate thought it might be his death she planned.
“Can’t see,” came a little voice from behind Nate.
That innocent voice. It broke through the cloud.
Clop-clump.
It sounded like the tyke stood on the next pew back.
“That better, Juju.”
Doris wasn’t only upsetting Nate. On the pulpit, the town council murmured and shifted in their seats. Those in pews in front of Nate exchanged significant glances and whispered commentary.
“The people have a voice, Doris.” Councilwoman Agnes Villanova drew the microphone she shared with the other councilwomen closer. “Residents vote for representatives of our town. Your representatives then vote on issues of health, well-being and safety. Why, just this last year your town council hired two firefighters and renewed the sheriff’s contract.”
Short, spunky Agnes ran the town from her seat to the mayor’s right. Next to her sat Rose Cascia. Rose looked like a retired ballerina with her thin frame and her crisp white chignon. She might have pulled off New York sophistication if she didn’t tap-dance her way into rooms. At the end of the table sat Mildred Parsons. Mildred could barely see, despite her thick lenses. She was made of soft angles, from the snow-white curls in her short hair to her plump frame.
Nate loved those old ladies. They chased away his storm clouds.
“Beg pardon, Madame Councilwoman.” The smirk in Doris’s voice carried to the back of the church without her having to turn around. “But I was talking about removing a layer of politics from the process.”
“A layer of politics?” Spritely Agnes had the heart of a saint and silver hair as short as Doris’s, except Agnes’s hair relaxed on her head. “Are you questioning our dedication to this town? Are you questioning our...ethics?”
The crowd murmured in disapproval. The mayor and town council had been serving for decades. They were wise. They were beloved. They always ran unopposed.
Nate drew a calming breath. Whatever agenda Doris had, the town council would thwart it.
“What I’m saying is clear enough that everyone in this room understands,” Doris said with the pomp of the self-important. “Everyone but you!”
In the midst of horrified gasps, a small hand landed on Nate’s shoulder.
“Hi.” Hot breath gusted in Nate’s ear.
Nate glanced over his shoulder into a pair of large gray eyes framed by a dark mop of hair. He’d never seen the toddler before, but the boy was cute and most likely the reason for the curious stares a few minutes ago.
Across the aisle, Old Man Takata beamed at the tyke and tapped the shoulder of his neighbor Snarky Sam, who owned the antiques/used goods store on Main Street. Sam’s smiles were rare. And yet he gave the kid a toothy grin.
The little boy touched his forehead to Nate’s and repeated, “Hi.”
“Hey,” Nate said softly, unable to resist returning the boy’s impish smile. “Be careful.”
Feminine hands curled around the boy’s torso and drew him back. Nate began to twist around to see who the hands belonged to when Flynn spoke again, halting him. “Do you think Doris would be more respectful of you if you wore a uniform?” Even in a whisper, Flynn sounded like he was enjoying this more than Nate. Of course, Flynn wasn’t the sheriff. He was part owner of a winery.
“I don’t need a uniform,” Nate whispered back, not enjoying this at all. He’d rather be chasing chickens. “I have a star on my truck and a badge in my pocket.”
Doris wasn’t the whispering type. In fact, she was practically shouting now. “I’m saying that we the people and only we the people should decide who serves our community. Otherwise, we’ll be stuck with a sheriff—” without turning, Doris pointed behind her, toward Nate “—who badgers our residents, berates citizens for their lifestyle choices and bullies the elderly with citations and tickets they can’t afford to pay!”
“Freaky,” Flynn said louder, causing the baby to stir and loosen the blanket again. “It’s like you and Doris are psychically connected. She knew exactly where you were sitting.”
“She saw me come in.” Nate could solve that mystery more easily than the one involving what made Doris so bitter. “She can’t be this upset over tickets.”
Doris held up a sheaf of papers. “I have here twenty signed reports from residents about Sheriff Landry’s behavior.”
Nate didn’t think he’d given out twenty tickets in the past year.
“Twenty reports stating that Sheriff Landry gave them warnings rather than a citation with a fee attached. Whereas I...” Doris had worked herself into huff-and-puff mode. “Whereas I have received three citations in the past three months! I demand we let the people decide who protects us. I demand we fire the sheriff and hold an election!” She dropped the stack of papers on the podium like a rapper dropped a mic at the end of a show. Except she kept talking. “I demand—”
“In my defense—” Nate said to Flynn, tucking Ian’s blue blanket more securely around his tiny shoulders “—the only way to handle Doris is to give her a ticket and drive away.”
“Now, Doris...” Mayor Larry made a rare appearance in an argument. Normally, he delegated trouble to the town council so he could remain as neutral as Switzerland. “These are serious allegations. Please approach with your notes so we may look them over.”
Clod-clump. Clod-clump.
The kid behind Nate was on the move again.
“Notes?” Doris snatched up the papers again, clutching them to her chest. “This is my evidence!”
Clod-clump. Clod-clump.
The noise was drawing attention.
The gray-haired residents of Harmony Valley had probably never done the wave at a sports stadium. But their heads turned in the same ripple effect to stare Nate’s way, starting from the back of the church and moving forward. And as they looked past Nate, grins and coos rippled through the assembled—
The little hand returned to Nate’s shoulder, followed by a hot-breathed, “Hi.”
When Nate turned his head, he received another gentle forehead bump. “You’re an awesome little dude.” Nate ruffled the boy’s hair.
The boy’s gray eyes widened in delight. “I Duke.” He tapped his skinny chest and grinned.
The majority of the assembled chuckled. The majority being over age sixty-five and being grandparents or great-grandparents who appreciated precocious children.
Behind Nate, someone emitted a heavy sigh. Feminine hands drew the toddler out of view once more.
“For years—” Doris half glanced behind her as if sensing she was losing her audience “—you four have ruled Harmony Valley. Well, no more! The people want to be heard. The people want a say. The people want to vote for a sheriff of our own choosing!”
Campaign for sheriff?
Nate sat back against the pew. He wasn’t the hand-shaking, promise-making, run-for-office type.
“Now, Doris...” Mayor Larry hated discord and looked as if he was ready to break Robert’s rules of order and escape out the back. He started again. “Now, Doris—”
“Don’t you now, Doris me. I want action and I want it now!”
“She slipped up there,” Flynn noted. “She said I.”
“The people...” Doris quickly self-corrected. “The people want action now!”
“I’m going to remind the speaker,” Mayor Larry said carefully. “That there is a review process written in the town bylaws—”
“By you.” Doris scoffed.
The mayor tilted his head down and stared at Doris over the rim of his rectangular readers. “Written by the town council over seventy years ago.”
“Hi!” Duke shouted, completely stealing the limelight and bringing some much-needed laughter to the proceedings.
Doris spun, so upset at being upstaged that her short hair seemed to tilt forward and take aim at the upstager.
The few residents not enamored of little Duke straightened and quieted like school children caught misbehaving. The rest kept on smiling and scrunching their faces in funny ways designed to encourage the boy, not calm him down. Duke really was a cute kid. Not even Doris was immune to his charms. Her expression seemed to soften.
“We should wrap this up so we can all meet that adorable young man in the back.” Agnes spoke into the microphone. “These are all good points, Doris. Therefore...” Agnes waited until Doris faced her again. “I move we hold a sheriff’s election as soon as possible. Say...this week, so as not to hinder our Spring Festival plans.”
Voices disappeared beneath a rush of sound in Nate’s ears, as if he was passing a semitruck on the highway with his windows down. His position was an inconvenience to the Spring Festival? His livelihood? His future?
The assembled were just as shocked as Nate. The church had fallen into a stunned silence. There wasn’t so much as a peep from Doris or Duke.
During the lull, Agnes elbowed Rose.
“Uh...” Rose looked as confused as Nate felt.
Mildred, who had more than a slight resemblance to Mrs. Claus, pushed her thick lenses higher up her nose and sighed. “I suppose... I second?”
Anticipating peace, the mayor beamed at the council. “All in favor?”
All three town councilwomen said, “Aye.”
“Motion passed.” The mayor closed out the meeting.
“An election?” Nate’s plain and simple world was suddenly not so plain and simple.
“Don’t sweat it.” Flynn stared down at Ian with a whole lotta love in his eyes. “You signed a new contract and you’re the only qualified candidate in town. In a week, you’ll win by a landslide.”
Nate’s future was out of his control. He didn’t think he’d sleep for a week.
“I Duke.” The little dude gripped Nate’s shoulder.
The woman’s hands drew him back.
“Juju,” the boy scolded.
In the past eighteen months or so, there’d been an influx of younger residents to Harmony Valley and a baby boom. Nate turned more fully in his seat to see who held his new friend.
Familiar gray eyes collided with his.
The storm cloud returned. And flashed with lightning.
The Story Behind the Story
I hated writing this story. My dad had just died and I had such mixed feelings about writing a happy-joy-joy story. My editor finally said to put on my big girl panties and put that humor and heart in this story.
And so, I did. I discovered Duke (such a cutie) and even though Doris was a pain, I found the humor in her, as well. She just made my eyes roll. And then, I found some older characters who had such heart and made me laugh.
In the end, this is one of my favorite stories.
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