The Marine's New Family

A Hero’s Hope

Returning from active duty, Gunnery Sergeant Luke Barrett is shocked to learn he’s a father. Having just lost his mom, ten-year-old Caleb is reserved and wary—and Luke is simply overwhelmed. So when Tess Greenwood agrees to become Caleb’s nanny, it’s an answer to his prayers. Injured while working at an international mission in a war-torn country, Tess is in town to recuperate. The last thing she wants is to get too involved. But as she spends time with the handsome marine and his son, Tess comes to realize that caring for them may just be the cure to her own battered heart.

“Where’s Caleb?” she asked.

Luke knew Tess was trying to change the subject, and he let her.

“He’s with Joey Mason at the street fair. They’re helping Joe man the dunking booth.”

“I bet they’re having a great time!” Tess gave him a genuine smile that lit up her face and made him catch his breath. She really was beautiful.

“I know they are, and driving Joe crazy while they’re at it,” Luke said wryly, trying to sound casual.

That smile had really caught him off guard and made his heart skip a beat. But the last thing he needed right now was to be attracted to a woman. He had enough on his plate making a stable home for himself and Caleb.

“Somehow, I think that Joe might be driving them crazy.” Tess stood. “I’ll be right back.”

She returned with a tall glass of iced tea. “For later, in case you get thirsty,” she offered with a tentative smile.

“Thanks for the tea and the smile. You have a lovely smile, Tess,” he said gruffly.

He noticed her pale cheeks flood with color. He was a battle-hardened United States marine. Compliments weren’t his style at all, but here he was dishing them out. Go figure.

ROZ DUNBAR is a romance author and novelist. She lives on the picturesque southern Outer Banks of North Carolina. When not writing, you can find her at the beach dipping her toes in the sand and sea. You can contact her at rozldunbar@gmail.com.

The Marine’s

New Family

Roz Dunbar

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Let all that you do be done in love.

—1 Corinthians 16:14

This book is dedicated to Gram, Mom, Cheryl, Emily and Taylor with much love. The support and love I’ve received from all of them is incalculable. I love you all. But most especially to my beautiful mom, who encouraged me to write all of my life, and my Gram, whose old oak tree provided a cozy place to stretch out under and devour books on warm summer days.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

About the Author

Title Page

Bible Verse

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Epilogue

Dear Reader

Extract

Copyright

Chapter One

Luke took the last nail out of his mouth and placed it precisely on the wooden beam. One strong whack of the hammer and the nail was halfway in the wood. Two more lighter thumps and it was all the way in. Job finished. One screened porch added to a beautiful old cottage on Bogue Sound. He felt an incredible sense of satisfaction and inner peace as he looked out at the sea from his vantage point on the roof. As if on cue, several dolphins surfaced, jumping playfully, breaking through the glassy face of the calm water.

Luke was pretty certain that there was no more beautiful place in the world than this lovely little town on the North Carolina coast. And since he’d seen a fair bit of the world in his service as a marine, that was saying something. He stood up and stretched, deeply inhaling the tangy salt air laced with the softer scent of honeysuckle. The warm summer breeze caressed his body lightly.

Thank You, Lord, for this wonderful day, he prayed silently, and the strength to help others in need.

“Hey, Dad, look.”

Luke snapped out of his reverie when he heard the young boy’s voice. Dad. He was still getting used to the title, and to the ten-year-old standing at the foot of the ladder. If only Luke had known he was a father. So much time wasted.

Coming to terms with the fact that he had a son had been difficult for him, but he suspected that Caleb was having a more difficult time. First the boy had had to deal with losing his mother to cancer. Only then, as per the conditions of her will, had Luke and Caleb learned about each other. Now Caleb was coming to terms with a new parent and a new home—a new life, all things considered, although he really never talked about the huge turns his young life had taken in the past six months.

“What is it, son?”

“It’s those ladies.”

“Luke! Yoo-hoo, Luke!”

Luke smiled at the term “those ladies” as he turned his eyes from the tranquil scene in front of him to the hot-pink golf cart bouncing down the dirt lane. Nimbly, he climbed down the ladder, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel he picked up off a table. Casually, he ruffled the hair on Caleb’s head as he watched the vehicle approach them. The boy didn’t smile, but he didn’t pull away as he had a habit of doing when Luke touched him. They were still getting used to each other, and signs of physical affection from a father he had just met were new to him. Luke understood the boy’s caution and felt no irritation. He knew his son would come around, with God’s help. Luke prayed for it daily.

“Hello, ladies,” he called. “Say hello, Caleb,” he instructed the boy.

“Hi.” Caleb inched closer to his father and Luke draped an arm around his thin shoulders, feeling a burst of happiness when the boy let it rest there.

“Hi there, Caleb!” Both ladies smiled broadly at the youngster.

“Oh, it looks just fantastic!” Katie Salter declared as she pulled the cart close to the brick terrace adjoining the new screened porch.

“Just perfect!” Annie Salter concurred as she sprang from the golf cart with the agility of a woman half her age, a wicker hamper in her grasp.

“What have you got there?” Luke reached a hand to help the elderly lady, but she waved it off, carrying the basket with ease to the table.

“Brought you and Caleb lunch. You both must be starved what with all of the work you’ve been doing for us this morning,” Katie chirped as she began pulling wrapped sandwiches and containers of what appeared to be various salads from the white basket. Luke’s stomach rumbled audibly at the sight. The women laughed, Annie reaching out to slap the source of the rumble lightly.

“Guess I am pretty hungry. How about you, Caleb?” Luke’s face reddened slightly with embarrassment as another loud growl emanated from his midsection. This time Caleb laughed with everyone else.

In no time the sisters had the small table on the terrace set with paper plates, napkins, forks and plastic cups. Katie deftly poured frosty sweet tea into four of the cups, while her sister made short work of setting out fresh shrimp salad, coleslaw and several kinds of sandwiches. Luke got Caleb to help him pull four chairs up to the table while the women worked on the food. Honestly, he could not think of a better place for lunch or better company.

Once they were all seated Annie reached for his callused hand and the smaller, slightly wrinkled hand of her sister, while Katie reached for Caleb’s. The boy hesitated before placing his smaller hand in hers, a questioning look on his freckled face. She winked at him, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Will you bless the meal, Luke?” she asked in her soft Southern drawl.

“I would be honored.” He nodded. Reaching for his son’s other hand, he began.

“Bless this food to our use, and us to Thy service, and make us ever mindful of the needs of others, Lord.” He paused and continued with a twinkle in his eyes. “And thanks for the company of two such beautiful women and my son. I am truly blessed three times over, Lord. Amen.”

The two elderly women giggled like young girls and Annie squeezed his hand in response.

“Ah, Luke Barrett, if I were twenty years younger you’d be in trouble!” Annie proclaimed, her sparkling brown eyes taking him in appreciatively.

Her sister snorted. “More like forty years younger. And even then you’d be a...what do they call it nowadays?”

“Cougar. I’d be a cougar, which I don’t mind being at all!” Annie declared with a spirited nod, almost dislodging the wide-brimmed straw hat that covered her blue-gray hair.

Luke choked on the bite of the ham-and-cheese sandwich he was eating. Katie absentmindedly began pounding on his back, her attention still focused on Annie. Caleb was following the conversation with a great deal of interest, his blue eyes moving from one adult to another as he dug into the food as though he was starving.

“Annie May Salter!”

“Oh, like you never thought of it.” Annie laughed at her sister’s scandalized expression.

“Well, yes, but good manners dictate that you do not voice such thoughts aloud. And there are young ears present.” Katie tried to be prim, but Luke noticed she was close to laughter, as well. He also noticed she was still thumping on his back.

“I’m fine, Miss Katie,” he assured her.

“Sure?” she asked kindly, giving his back a couple more wallops for good measure.

Luke nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” Gently, he led the topic in another direction by asking, “When do the new tenants arrive?” Luke knew the cottage was rented out to vacationers each summer season.

Miss Katie frowned slightly, her eyes focused on a hummingbird that was flitting gracefully among the flowers of a nearby scarlet hibiscus bush. “Tenant,” she corrected. “That poor girl,” she added softly. “She should be here sometime today or this evening. She’s driving down from Raleigh.”

“She just needs a little R & R and TLC,” Annie asserted firmly. “She’ll be right as rain in no time. Isn’t that what you marines call it, Luke? R & R?”

“Yes, ma’am, rest and relaxation,” Luke confirmed as he leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs in front of him. “Although we don’t use TLC very often at all,” he said with a crooked grin. He couldn’t imagine telling his troops they needed tender loving care, no matter what condition they were in.

“The cottage won’t be rented out for quite some time,” Annie said. “Tess has been invited to use it as long as she likes. That’s why we added the screened porch. Thought it would be a comfy spot to curl up and read on rainy days.”

“Well, she is family, after all, and Swansboro is the perfect spot for her right now. I reckon she’ll be glad to get away for a while.” Katie began packing the hamper with the remains of the lunch as she spoke, then stopped when she noticed Caleb eating another sandwich.

“Extended family, but family is family,” Annie amended. “Sister! Perhaps you should ask our guests if they are finished before taking their meal away from them.” Annie looked pointedly at the little boy, who was wolfing down his second sandwich with a great deal of relish.

“Family?” Luke asked, wondering about this mysterious tenant. “Is it someone I know?” He wasn’t related to the sisters, but they’d adopted him so thoroughly into their lives and their hearts ever since he’d moved to town that he felt like part of their family. Given his own troubled background, it was a feeling he relished.

“No, dear, you haven’t met her,” Katie answered. “Tess is Livie’s sister-in-law.”

Luke nodded in understanding. Livie was the sisters’ grandniece—a sweet girl who Luke had known for the past few years, along with her husband, Adam, and her adorable twin daughters, named after the Salter sisters. “This Tess is Adam’s sister?” he asked.

“That’s right. We love Livie and Adam, and by extension, we love Tess. Just like we love you, Luke. And now we have Caleb to love.” She flashed the boy a warm, grandmotherly smile.

Caleb stopped eating, looking at Katie curiously. “How can you love me if you don’t really know me?” The question was honest and straightforward, but neither of the sisters was taken aback. Katie’s answer was honest and straightforward in return.

“We chose to love you and we have plenty to go around. No sense in letting it just sit there and go to waste.”

“Yep.” Annie nodded. “Don’t fight it, kid. Just go with the flow.”

God bless both of you, Luke thought. He watched his son closely, gauging his reaction to their words. Caleb seemed to be considering what they had said, then shrugged his shoulders, accepting it without question.

“Okay. Thank you for choosing to love me.” Then he went back to finishing his lunch, the conversation obviously over for him. But not for Katie, who had been watching him carefully.

“You’re quite welcome. Would you like some more shrimp salad, Caleb? I don’t think your daddy feeds you enough.”

“No thank you, ma’am. I’m full now. And my dad feeds me good. I just get really hungry sometimes.” He hesitated before adding, “Dad, can I go sit on the dock and watch the dolphins?”

“Yes, you can. Remember the rules, though. No touching the boat, got it?”

“Got it,” Caleb affirmed as he grabbed the chocolate chip cookies that Annie handed him, then raced across the yard to the long weathered dock that jutted into the sound. “Thanks for lunch!” he yelled back over his shoulder.

“Ladies, that was the best lunch we’ve had since you made us lunch last weekend.” Looking at Annie, Luke winked, and she blushed to the roots of her shiny blue-gray hair.

“I declare, Luke Barrett, you are a pure scamp!” she twittered happily.

Katie scowled at her twin sister, shaking her head as she tossed the empty paper plates into a plastic bag she had taken out of the hamper.

“Annie, you are far too old to twitter and simper,” she declared. “Besides which, we have places to go, people to see and many things to accomplish in the next few hours. And what’s this about the boat?” She turned her attention back to Luke.

“It appears that he and Joey Mason have been taking a boat and going over to Shackleford Island without permission. Joey’s dad caught them yesterday, tying up at the dock in front of his house, and read them the riot act. Seems this wasn’t the first time. Caleb and I had a long talk last night.”

Or at least, they’d spent a long time in the same room with Luke doing a lot of talking. Caleb hadn’t had much to say—which was par for the course. Luke just didn’t know how to connect with the boy. He felt as if he was still searching for his footing when it came to being a father. Maybe because he’d never really had a father of his own. At least Caleb seemed to have bonded with Joey Mason. Caleb needed someone he could talk to—someone who could make him laugh and relax and enjoy life in North Carolina.

Luke just wished that someone could be him.

“Just being boys. Besides, Joey knows how to handle a boat. He was raised in a fishing village, for goodness’ sake.”

Luke knew that Annie was trying to make light of the incident, but he had been scared out of his mind when Joe had called him. Anything could happen on the water.

“I respect what you’re saying, Miss Annie, but I disagree. Joey may know what he’s doing, but he just isn’t big enough to handle the boat by himself if something goes wrong, and Caleb doesn’t know enough to be able to help. Joey isn’t allowed to take the boat out without an adult, and now Caleb knows the ground rules, as well. They’re only ten years old.”

“He’s right, sister,” Katie agreed. “Now come, we need to get moving.”

Not for the first time Luke marveled at the energy the sisters exuded. They were all light and motion, rarely slowing down even for an instant. Well into their seventies, they had more vim and vigor than most women thirty years younger. He blessed the day he had met them, after he had attended his first church service in town over four years ago. They had taken to him immediately and had drawn him into the fellowship of the church and the easy pace of life in the quaint fishing village that he had come to love. He felt a sense of family with them, something he had sorely missed, first in his troubled childhood, then later in his vagabond life as a marine. Something he was desperate to give to his newfound son.

Each time he had deployed, they welcomed him back with open arms and home-cooked meals. Home. Yes, Swansboro was home now, as close to home as any place he had known, and he was determined that this was where he would raise his boy. And he was more than happy to take on any little task he could to show his appreciation for his home, and the family that had all but adopted him.

“Miss Katie, do you have that list for me?” he asked as he jumped to his feet to help clear the last of the containers from the table.

Katie handed him a sheet of note paper, where she’d jotted things that they had asked him to do before the end of the day.

“Luke, if you wouldn’t mind stocking the pantry we would greatly appreciate it. I’ve added a small number of items you can pick up at the Piggly Wiggly. Here’s the money,” she said, reaching into the pocket of her flowered pedal pushers and pulling out several large bills. Luke waved the money away, shaking his head.

“I’ve got it,” he assured her. “You and Miss Annie just take care of what you have to do. If you can think of anything else you need, just give me a call on my cell phone. Caleb and I are free for the rest of the day.”

“Are you sure?” Annie squinted slightly, the sun in her eyes as she looked up at him. “Luke, you need to let us pay you for all you’ve done this past week, helping us get Moon Gate Cottage ready for Tess.”

After picking up the wicker hamper, he walked the ladies to the cheerful golf cart and stowed the basket safely in the back. “Yes, ma’am, I’m positive, and please don’t mention money again. It’s my pleasure to help. We’ll get the chairs and tables moved onto the screened porch and run up to the market to get provisions for your guest,” he assured them. “Where are you off to next?”

“First stop is Praise Bee to pick up a gift for Tess, then off to the mayor’s office to put in our two cents’ worth about the Fourth of July festival.” Katie neatly positioned a pair of black-and-white zebra-striped sunglasses on the bridge of her nose as she spoke, looking at Luke over the rims.

“You have a wonderful child there, Luke. I’m so glad you found each other.” Annie climbed into the cart as she spoke.

Luke looked across the yard to his son, who was lying on the dock, munching cookies and watching the dolphins, which were putting on quite a show today.

“Thank you, Miss Annie. He’s a good kid. Things have been a little rocky here and there, but like a creek going downhill, we’ll find our way. I just wish his mother had told me about him years ago.”

“Well, you know now and that’s all that counts. I’m glad that she stipulated in her will that he was to go to you if anything happened to her. And she named him Caleb Barrett, using your last name. I think in the end, she tried to do the right thing.” Annie reached out and touched Luke’s cheek as she spoke, her brown eyes filled with compassion for the tragic death of a young woman she had never met.

“She did. I regret not having him in my life sooner, though.”

Katie shook her head. “You can’t live with regrets, Luke. You take the hand God deals and make the most of it. You have him now, and what a wonderful gift your child is.”

Luke nodded, a lump forming in his throat at their kind words.

“And don’t forget about the breakfast after church tomorrow. You will be there, Luke? Sarah is making that delicious breakfast casserole that you so love.” Katie paused, taking a breath as if considering her next words carefully. “She’s been asking about you. Since Caleb has been here, she says she rarely sees you. Is there something going on there that we should know about?”

Luke was caught off guard by the question. “Not that I know of. But I appreciate your interest.”

He had gone out with Sarah Fulcher a few times, long before Caleb had come on the scene, but nothing in any way that was serious. Since Jen, he had always felt that his life was too unsettled for a wife and family. That was, after all, why his wife had left him all those years ago, not even telling him that she was pregnant at the time.

After Jen’s death, when Caleb came into his life, Luke’s perspective had taken a radical shift. Now he actively sought stability, where there had been none before. On the surface, Sarah could provide some of that stability. She was the minister’s daughter, she was well respected in town and she’d had the sort of idyllic childhood that he wanted to give his son. But there was something about Sarah that made him not want to rush into anything with her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was there. He enjoyed her company, but not enough for the serious relationship she was looking for. At least not right now.

Both ladies nodded as if they totally understood, taking his words at face value.

Katie pushed her sunglasses up with purpose. “Well, we’re off. I honestly do not know how this village would function without us. Three thousand people and half of them don’t have a clue!” Skillfully, she put the cart in Reverse as Annie blew a kiss to Luke, her eyes sparkling playfully behind her leopard-print sunglasses.

“Good thing they have us.” Annie patted her sister’s hand soothingly before the golf cart bounced away from Moon Gate Cottage down the shady, sandy lane.

Luke shook his head, smiling as he watched their departure. It’s a good thing we do have you, he thought. Looking at the list in his hand, he called for Caleb to come with him before making his way to his truck to do the shopping.

* * *

Tess drank in the view as she crossed the bridge that led into the charming hamlet of Swansboro. Large brown pelicans flew in lazy circles near the bridge before veering off toward a sun-bleached wooden dock to her right. Several men sat on benches in front of the boats, mending nets and throwing small silver fish to the birds from buckets sitting near their feet. To her left a number of miniature lush green islands dotted the water. She turned off the air conditioner in the car and rolled down the windows, her senses delightfully assaulted by the scent of fresh salty air combined with the vibrant perfume of the white, pink and red oleander that lined the narrow street she had just turned onto.

She could easily see gentle, kind Livie growing up in this beautiful seaside town. The place was storybook perfect, and for the first time in months, Tess genuinely smiled, feeling innumerable layers of stress and pain begin to dissolve, at least a little. Her experiences overseas had wounded her in body and spirit. Both sets of injuries were slow to heal. But coming to this town to rest and recover was helping her already. It was a beginning and she would take what she could get.

Her first order of business was to get directions to the house. She had told Livie she would call the aunts when she got to Swansboro, but she wanted to do this on her own. She was glad that Livie had given her a key. There was no need to bother anyone. Besides, there had been too much fussing over her and doing for her lately, and she wanted to establish her independence again—something she had sorely missed the past eight months.