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Could they be a picture-perfect family?
Daredevil photographer Jake Hollister has never stayed in one place. But after an injury, he has no choice. No more photographing polar bears in the Arctic or documenting the wonders of the world—he’s in small-town Washington State for at least a year. A year with his wholesome, beautiful landlady, Hannah Nolan, and her young son.
The longer Jake stays, the more he’s drawn to Hannah. She’s passionate about her community and her family, things Jake has never experienced. And suddenly, because of her, these things are starting to appeal to him. Jake has always been a risk-taker—maybe now it’s time to take a risk on love.
“How much time have you spent in the U.S.?” Hannah asked as she swept.
“Almost none,” Jake admitted. “I have a small work studio in Costa Rica, but I’m hardly ever there, either.”
Lord. Hannah couldn’t imagine living like that, with no real home, just a suitcase.
“Traveling can be fun, but I’m mostly a homebody,” she said, raising her chin and practically daring him to comment.
“Yeah, I figured. The domestic stuff is okay, but home, marriage, kids—those things would end my career.”
Hannah stared. “That isn’t the first time you’ve mentioned that, and it’s starting to sound like a warning. I don’t need to be told to keep my distance. If I get married again, it’s going to be to someone stable and caring who can put me and my son first. It certainly won’t be to a man with one foot out the door and a habit of risking his neck. So save your warnings. I’m not interested.”
Hannah began putting cups in the dishwasher, thinking about the mixed emotions on Jake’s face…emotions too complicated to fathom. One thing was quite clear, however—Jake Hollister didn’t understand people who wanted a home.
Dear Reader,
Please note that the heroine’s home town, and the nearby lake and mountain in Jake’s Biggest Risk are fictional, set around very real locations in the State of Washington.
When I was growing up, my father usually had two or three cameras hanging around his neck. One of our family jokes is “Just a little closer to the edge.” Why? Dad would frequently pose us on places like giant logs or an ocean bluff to get the desired photo. We were never in danger, but I’m certain my mother had a few nervous moments.
Some people will do anything for a great picture, and my hero in Jake’s Biggest Risk is that kind of photographer. Jake Hollister has no intention of giving up his roving, adventure-filled life, even after being injured in a plane crash. Enter Hannah Nolan, a divorced mother, determined not to fall in love with a footloose risk-taker with commitment issues. Jake and Hannah have one problem...hearts don’t always listen to what the brain is telling them.
Instead of a classic movie alert, I recommend The National Parks, America‘s Best Idea, a 2009 documentary by Ken Burns. The six-part series uses new and historical footage to provide terrific views of U.S. national parks. Three cheers for public television!
I hope you enjoy this third book in my Those Hollister Boys series. I love to hear from readers and can be contacted c/o Mills & Boon Books, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, ON M3B 3K9, Canada.
Wishing you all the best,
Julianna Morris
www.millsandboon.co.uk
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JULIANNA MORRIS has an offbeat sense of humor that frequently gets her in trouble. Her interests range from oceanography and photography to traveling, painting, walking and reading. Julianna also loves cats of all shapes and sizes. Her family’s feline companion is named Merlin, and he’s currently a little grumpy from being on a diet. The family is discussing adding another dog to their menagerie just to make him happy (Merlin is a feline anomaly—he enjoys canine companions).
For my father, who took thousands of pictures over the years, visually preserving our childhood with love and talent. I miss you so much.
Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Introduction
Dear Reader
Title Page
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dedication
PROLOGUE
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
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
EXTRACT
Copyright
PROLOGUE
JAKE HOLLISTER PEERED above a crest of snow, spotted his quarry and began taking pictures of the polar bear and her cubs. He was barely aware of the numbing cold.
“You’re out of your frigging mind,” whispered his assistant, using the sotto voce they’d perfected over the years they had worked together.
“That is entirely a matter of opinion.”
“Fine. It’s my opinion. We’re miles from nowhere. It’s the time of year when nobody is crazy enough be out here except Inupiat and scientists. And that money-grubbing bastard pilot is probably drunk. Oh, and did I mention? We’re thirty feet from the largest bear on the planet, hiding behind a chunk of ice the size of my girlfriend’s ass.”
“Vera has a very nice ass. I’m sure she’d be pissed that you’re comparing it to a piece of ice,” Jake murmured, focusing on the mother bear’s face. She was wary, possibly venturing out for the first time with her cubs since their birth. He’d never come to the Arctic so early in the season, when the polar bears were leaving their winter birthing caves. It was risky, but what was life without a few risks?
This was their twenty-first day of shooting. They had at least another two months planned, though they might be able to wrap up earlier if he got the shots he needed. Maybe. Editors sometimes failed to recognize that wild animals didn’t show up on cue. Jake wouldn’t compromise, so if he wasn’t satisfied, he didn’t turn in a single photo.
Toby handed him another camera, taking the one Jake had been using and tucking it into a case. They’d worked together so long that Toby seemed to instinctively know what equipment Jake would need next.
“These days Vera is pissed whenever I leave,” Toby grumbled. “She’s starting to talk marriage.”
Jake refocused with the second camera, most of his attention on the bear and her cubs. “That is why it’s never a good idea to get into a serious relationship when you’re in this line of work.”
Toby mopped his face, somehow sweaty despite the cold. “Hell, it isn’t a good idea to be in this line of work. Why do you always have to get so goddamned close? You’ve got telephoto lenses that could photograph Cindy Crawford’s mole from the moon.”
Jake didn’t bother explaining.
The camera whirred as he continued taking pictures. He’d never wanted to have an assistant, but when he’d taken an assignment to Indonesia eight years earlier, the magazine had insisted he take Tobias Mahoney with him. Short, wiry and endlessly complaining, the guy had risked his life to save Jake when an uprooted tree had knocked him into a rain-swollen river. They’d been a team ever since. Complaints included.
“I’m running if she starts this way,” Toby announced, settling the camera bag straps around his neck for a quick getaway. “I’ll save the cameras, but she gets the rest of your equipment.”
“She’s too fast—you’d never get away from her on foot. But unless the wind changes, she’ll never know we’re here. Provided you pipe down, of course.”
With a faint smile, Jake continued working. There was an amazing quality to the silence around them. It was both an absence of noise and an extraordinary clarity of the few sounds they could hear. Ice cracking. Wind across the snow. The faint snuffling cries from the bears. None of it could be captured in a photograph, yet he kept trying, because most of the world would never experience the Arctic. He was lucky to have been this far north several times in his career, though usually in the middle of the summer when there was a relative abundance of insect and animal life. Now it was mostly ice and the three bears they’d spotted from the plane.
The cubs were playful; one even lay on its back, grabbing at the mother’s tail. Then suddenly the adult bear whirled their direction, standing on her hind legs and sniffing the air, some instinct telling her that danger might be afoot.
Toby choked and Jake nudged him with an elbow, still shooting. If he could just catch that look in her eyes...the wildness of an animal protecting her young.
When the bear dropped to all fours and took several steps in their direction, even Jake was considering a strategic retreat. Then the bear stopped and bawled to her babies. They headed west with amazing speed and were soon hidden behind a ridge in the landscape.
“Gawd,” Toby gasped, clasping his hand to his forehead. “This is the last time, Jake. The last frigging time I’m doing this for you.”
“You say that every trip.”
“This time I mean it.”
“You always say that, too.”
They hiked back to the plane with Toby still issuing a long stream of grievances. Their pilot was watching for them. Gordon was a seasoned bush pilot—Toby’s comments on his ancestry and drinking notwithstanding—and couldn’t be blamed for charging a fortune to fly a photographer around northern Alaska to look for an animal powerful enough to destroy his plane.
“Ready?” Gordon asked.
“What do you think?” Toby stomped snow from his boots and climbed into the back of the plane. “Let’s get the hell out of here. I want a hot meal, or whatever passes for one in that village.”
“Does he ever shut up?” Gordon muttered to Jake in a low voice.
“Not so you’d notice.”
Takeoff went as smoothly as it could for a plane on skis, and Jake spent the first few minutes of the flight methodically putting the SD cards from his digital cameras into pouches, which he then tucked into a zippered pocket inside his parka. When he finally looked out, they’d climbed high enough that the land below them was mostly a featureless field of white.
“I hate the cold,” Toby griped. He was drinking a cup of coffee from the thermos they had filled that morning.
“You hate everything.”
“Huh. You want some coffee?”
“Not right now.”
Just then a low grunt from the pilot caught Jake’s attention. Gordon’s face was gray and beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead.
“What’s wrong?”
“Chest...tight...hurts like one of your bears is sitting on me.”
Jake leaned over and loosened the other man’s collar. He took the pilot’s pulse; it was fast and thready and his fingernails had a bluish tinge. Jake had a fair amount of experience with first aid from working in remote areas, but this was more than a cut or busted leg.
“Do you have any health conditions—asthma or something?” he asked casually, figuring the mention of a possible heart attack could cause panic.
Gordon groaned. “N-no.”
“Okay. Maybe we should radio ahead to the village.”
“Yeah. And I’ll have to...to bring us down. Won’t have time to find...a good spot.”
“Just get us down. Try to relax and breathe deeply.” Jake shot a glance into the backseat and saw Toby’s alarmed expression, but there was little he could do to reassure him.
The pilot called for help on the radio, giving their position as he angled the plane downward. Jake murmured encouragement, at the same time taking quick looks outside; the featureless field of snow looked more and more irregular the closer they got.
At the last moment the pilot groaned and lurched forward. There wasn’t any time to react. Jake’s side of the plane took the hardest impact and his last thought before losing consciousness was that all that soft-looking snow was damned hard on contact.
CHAPTER ONE
HANNAH NOLAN RACED into the real estate office. She was running late, but she wanted to touch base with the leasing agent for the house she’d inherited from her great-aunt. She would have loved to live in Huckleberry Lodge, but the upkeep and utilities were too expensive. It was more practical to live with her son in Silver Cottage—the guesthouse located over the detached garage—and rent out the main building.
“Hey, Lillian,” she called.
“Hannah, I was just going to phone you. I have a fabulous offer you’re going to flip over.”
“I’m not selling my great-aunt’s property,” Hannah returned.
Lillian routinely tried to convince her to sell rather than rent, and she wasn’t interested. Great-Aunt Elkie had been devoted to the lodge; it was the home her husband had built when they were first married and hoping for a large family. And despite Hannah’s attempts to be practical, deep in her heart, she was desperately sentimental. If she’d had her druthers, she would be living in the lodge with a man she loved as much as Great-Aunt Elkie had loved Great-Uncle Larry.
The real estate agent waved her hand dismissively. “I’m not talking about selling. You have an offer to lease Huckleberry Lodge on a monthly basis, with utilities paid on top of the rent. It will mean ten times the income you’ve been getting with those short-term winter rentals. The first three months are guaranteed, but it’ll probably be for a full year or longer.”
A full year...?
Hannah’s knees wobbled as she mentally added up the amount she’d receive. She grabbed a chair and sat down. It was a fabulous offer, but it also meant the lodge would “belong” to someone else the whole time. There wouldn’t be any going over and using the hot tub when the house was vacant, and she’d have to collect her favorite movies from the large DVD collection in the library, along with other favorite items.
Still, what a break. Her renters were primarily wealthy skiers who came up over the winter from either Portland or Seattle. Summer was beautiful in the Washington Cascade Mountains, and the town was located on a picturesque lake, but the town’s biggest tourist draw remained skiing, both downhill and cross-country.
“What’s the catch?” she asked.
“No catch. It’s a photographer—that guy whose plane crashed in Alaska when the pilot had a heart attack. It was big news because he won a Pulitzer for his war photos a few years ago. Imagine having that kind of recognition at his age. He can’t even be thirty-five.”
Hannah frowned thoughtfully. “Why does he need the lodge for so long? We aren’t in a combat zone, and the nearest polar bear is in a zoo.”
“I’ve only spoken to Mr. Hollister’s agent, Andy Bedard. You know Andy—he rents the lodge two or three times every winter. Tall, lanky and a whiz on skis?”
Hannah nodded, picturing the nerdy guy in her mind. Andy could be socially awkward, but when he strapped on his skis, he was unrivaled. She’d had so many people in and out of Huckleberry Lodge it was hard to recall them all, but he was one of her best tenants. Although he always brought a large group of clients with him, they never caused problems.
“Anyhow,” Lillian continued, “apparently Mr. Hollister’s injuries were more severe than the news reports made it sound. It will take at least a year for him to recover and get back to the kind of photography he’s known for, so he’s doing a book on the Cascade Mountains while he recuperates. Andy calls it The Cascades Across Four Seasons. Kind of dull, but it’s just a working title. Anyhow, I can fax the lease over tonight if you agree. I already told his business manager there’s a large damage and cleaning deposit.”
“Go ahead. It’s too good to turn down.”
“That’s what I thought. There’s just one other thing...Mr. Hollister wants someone to do a bit of light housekeeping twice a week, for a couple of hours. But only when he isn’t off working, and he’ll pay extra for the service. You could hire somebody else, but I’d hate to see you lose the income. He shouldn’t be around that often with the book to photograph.”
Hannah hesitated. She was accustomed to cleaning the lodge after weekend skiers, but the prospect of having a regular tenant had given her a brief, appealing vision of spending more time with her son over the winter.
“Do it,” Lillian urged. “He’s offering an obscene amount of money per hour. If nothing else, you can put it toward Danny’s college fund.”
It was an argument that could convince Hannah to do a lot of things. Her ex-husband never sent child support—she wasn’t even sure where he was most of the time—and her salary as an elementary schoolteacher didn’t allow her to save much.
“All right.” At least this way she could keep an eye on the house and make sure Mr. Hollister wasn’t doing any damage. Not that being a daredevil photographer meant he’d be a bad tenant, but he took chances with his life that no sane person would consider.
“Excellent. When the lease comes back, I’ll call and you can sign, as well. Mr. Hollister wants to move in next week, so I’m sure he’ll return the paperwork quickly. It’s going to be fun having someone famous staying in Mahalaton Lake, even if he has a reputation for being a loner. You’ll have to convince him to come to some of the town events so we can all get to know him.”
Hannah wasn’t sure about fun, but it would be a relief not having people constantly in and out of the lodge. Just cleaning up after each group had taken two or three evenings following a long day of teaching, so it wouldn’t be bad getting paid for light housekeeping on top of the rent. She’d probably still have more time with Danny.
“It’s great news, Lillian. Just let me know when the lease is ready. Talk to you later.”
Hannah headed to her mother’s house to pick up her son. The school year had ended earlier in June than usual, and she’d needed to clear out her classroom. Normally they had more snow days to make up for missed classroom hours, but the weather had cooperated this winter, so they’d had fewer than usual. Unfortunately Mahalaton Lake wasn’t offering a summer session because the budget was too tight; having Huckleberry Lodge leased full-time was an unexpected boon to her finances.
“Mommy, Mommy!” Daniel yelled, running down the porch steps when he saw her.
She returned his hug. “Have a good time with Grandma?”
“Yup. Can we eat our pizza at Luigi’s instead of at home? Grandma gave me quarters to play the games.”
“Okay. Say goodbye and get in the car.”
Danny dashed up the porch steps to give his grandmother a kiss, and just as precipitously, ran to their car and climbed inside.
“Thanks for watching him, Mom.”
“I enjoy it, though I admit he tires me out,” Carrie Nolan said with a laugh. “He hardly ever stops moving, and I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“None of us are,” Hannah replied drily. “What’s this business about giving him money for video games?” When she was a kid her mother had claimed the same games would rot her brain.
“I’m a grandmother now. I don’t have to be sensible.”
“Ha.” Yet Hannah smiled. “By the way, I have good news from Lillian. A photographer is doing a book on the area and wants to rent Huckleberry Lodge. It’s month to month, but he’ll probably stay for a year or longer.”
“That’s wonderful, dear, though if you ever need help...well, you know we’re here, and...” Carrie’s voice trailed off.
“I’m fine,” Hannah said firmly. She was determined not to ask her parents for anything more than babysitting. She’d married the wrong man and it was up to her to deal with the fallout; the hardest part was knowing that Danny didn’t have the father he deserved. But at least his grandfather was his male role model instead of a chronically unemployed dad with restless feet and a wandering eye.
On the other hand, her parents were all the family she had left, and it bothered her that Danny didn’t have a larger support structure. Maybe if she knew her ex-husband’s parents... Hannah shook her head as soon as the thought formed. Steven had refused to talk about his family whenever she’d asked. Apparently the relationship was so bad, he hadn’t even wanted them at the wedding. As far as she knew, they were unaware their son had even gotten married. Just because Steven had turned out to be a jerk it didn’t mean his folks were the same, but she’d rather not open that can of worms.
She said goodbye and they headed to Luigi’s. Aside from the supermarket freezer case, it was the only place to get pizza in Mahalaton Lake, since large restaurant chains hadn’t discovered their small corner of Washington. Aside from Luigi’s, they had Elizabeth’s Tea Parlor, the Lakeside Bar and Grill, McKenzie’s BBQ, Pat’s Burger Hut, three cafés, a bakery, a deli and the Full Moon Bistro for natural-food fans. If you were looking for anything exotic, you were out of luck. Of course, in winter there was both a coffee cart and restaurant at the ski resort, but few people in town went up there to eat.
“Hello, Danny,” called Barbi Paulson, Luigi’s delivery driver, as they came through the restaurant’s double doors. It was before five and the place was still empty. “Didn’t you want me coming out to the house with your Friday-night pizza?”
“I was at Grandma’s,” he explained, “so we’re having pizza on the way home.”
“Glad to hear it.” Barbi gave him a wink. “I don’t want to lose my best boyfriend.”
“Nuh-uh.”
Danny skipped to the arcade tucked into a side room of the restaurant. It was a bright, cheerful place that was scrupulously clean and maintained. Hannah had played those same games as a girl, her mother’s objections notwithstanding. Luigi hadn’t bought anything new for the arcade in years, saying a classic was a classic.
“You sure got a great kid,” Barbi said.
“I’m pretty fond of him.”
“And he’s real smart.” The other woman grinned, but her smile faded and she leaned on the counter, the bangles on her arms clattering on the polished wood. “I’ve been thinking about you being a teacher and all. You know I never finished high school.”
Hannah nodded, recalling that Barbi had dropped out of school to get a job. Though only thirty-two, she’d already had a rough life between a hard-drinking father and a mother who’d died when she was nine. People in Mahalaton Lake weren’t always comfortable with the way Barbi dressed, but they admired her honesty and how diligently she worked.
“Anyhow, Luigi keeps bugging me,” Barbi continued. “He says I got to get a high school diploma because you can’t get anywhere without one. Luigi treats me great, but it sure would be nice to have one job, instead of these part-time gigs all over town.”
“You might earn more with a general equivalency diploma,” Hannah agreed diplomatically. It was hard to say what would make a difference in Mahalaton Lake, but statistically, graduates did better financially than dropouts. “I can check when the next exam will be.”
“I already got the schedule.” Barbi fidgeted with the bangles on her arms, looking embarrassed. “But right now there aren’t any night classes to help study for the damned thing—that is, the test. And I wondered...I know you do tutoring and stuff. I’d pay, of course,” she added hastily.