Rocky Mountain Memories

Home to heal...and find a new beginning?

The Rocky Mountain Haven series concludes

During a deadly earthquake, Gemma Andrews lost her husband...and her memories. Handyman Jake Elliot reunites her with her family—and provides the support Gemma needs, especially when she learns about a secret child from her husband’s past. Gemma, Jake and little orphaned Alexa have histories marked by tragic loss, but will they find a brighter future together?

LOIS RICHER loves traveling, swimming and quilting, but mostly she loves writing stories that show God’s boundless love for His precious children. As she says, “His love never changes or gives up. It’s always waiting for me. My stories feature imperfect characters learning that love doesn’t mean attaining perfection. Love is about keeping on keeping on.” You can contact Lois via email, loisricher@gmail.com, or on Facebook (loisricherauthor).

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Her Christmas Family Wish

The Cowboy’s Easter Family Wish

The Twins’ Family Wish

Family Ties

A Dad for Her Twins

Rancher Daddy

Gift-Wrapped Family

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Rocky Mountain Memories

Lois Richer

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ISBN: 978-1-474-09679-9

ROCKY MOUNTAIN MEMORIES

© 2019 Lois M. Richer

Published in Great Britain 2019

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“You brought me here, Jake. You got me into this. Now help me figure it out.”

He opened his mouth to protest, studied her for a moment, then he sat down and huffed out a huge sigh.

“I’m only the Haven’s handyman, Gem,” he said weakly.

“You’re the fixer—that’s why all those people called you. Now help me figure out how to fix things for this child that my husband loved so dearly, when I can’t even remember my own name. Wait a minute. That picture.”

“Gem, are you okay? You look...weird.”

“The picture that was in my wallet. That must be Alexa.” Suddenly the sun felt too hot, the problems too large, the decisions too overwhelming. Somewhere in the recesses of her brain she thought she could hear a man’s voice calling. Take care of her. Take care of Alexa.

The world wobbled. Had she really heard that, or was she dreaming? She felt so strange.

“Jake?” she whispered.

“Yes, Gem?”

“Have I ever fainted before?” Gemma didn’t hear his reply as she slid off her chair onto the patio.

Dear Reader,

Thank you for returning to The Haven. I hope you enjoyed Gemma’s and Jake’s journeys to discover that God’s plan is to help us become more like His son.

This was a difficult story to write. Losing that special person in your life is a heart-wrenching road to travel. There can be plenty of roadblocks to recovery when we demand explanations from God. While your heart aches with loss, your soul cries out for reasons why. Not getting them can either shut us down or drive us to overcome and move on to discover His plan. To do that, we must trust.

I’d love to hear from you. Please contact me via my website www.loisricher.com, on Facebook, at loisricher@gmail.com or at Box 639, Nipawin, Sk. Canada, S0E 1E0. I’ll do my best to respond quickly.

Until we meet again, I wish you the blessing of a full heart that has not only known but given love, the joy of enriching someone’s world just by having you in it and the peace that comes from accepting that whatever happens, He has it under control.

Blessings,

Lois Richer

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

For whom he did foreknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brethren.

—Romans 8:28–29

This book is dedicated to those who strive tirelessly to make a difference in their world. Shut out the naysayers, the negativity and the nonsense. Keep on keeping on. It’s worth it.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Note to Readers

Introduction

Dear Reader

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

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Extract

About the Publisher

Chapter One

He would have recognized her anywhere.

Oblivious to the May long weekend crowds thronging the Canadian airport in Edmonton, Jake Elliot strode directly toward Gemma Andrews, her gorgeous, waist-length tumble of auburn hair drawing him like a homing beacon.

“Hello, Gem,” he said when he reached her. “Welcome home.”

Her forest green eyes widened as she surveyed him, studying him as though he was a complete stranger.

“Uh, thank you.” The lack of energy in her response bothered Jake.

“Are you all right?” He glanced at the strip of gauze covering her left temple. “Your head...?”

“Wh-who are you?” The pure panic in her words floored Jake.

“Excuse me.” Only then did Jake notice Gemma’s companion. “I’m Celia Shane from the Canadian embassy in Lima. You are?”

Unease skittered across his nerves. An embassy official had escorted Gem? Because she couldn’t manage the trip on her own or...?

“Jake Elliot. I’m here to take Gemma home.”

“I was told someone, um, older would meet us.” Celia’s phone pinged. She checked it and returned a text. “Apparently there’s been a change. May I see some credentials?”

Jake fumbled for his wallet to show her his driver’s license.

“Thanks. Hello, Jake.” Celia’s calm demeanor offered some serenity to Jake’s whirling thoughts and apparently to Gemma, too, because her scared look eased. “Now, let me explain. As we notified the family, Gemma was at Machu Picchu with a tour group when the earthquake occurred. Subsequent to that notification, we learned she’d been struck by tumbling rocks, had fallen and, as a result of that, she’s lost her memory. Because her head injury was minor and she’s otherwise in good health, the hospital released her. They feel she’ll recover best at home. Besides, they need the beds.”

“Lost her memory?” Jake was stuck on that.

“Temporarily.” Celia smiled. “Her doctors are convinced her memory will return in time.”

“Will she—?”

“You two do know I’m standing here, right?” Gemma interrupted indignantly. “I can speak for myself.”

Ah, that was more like the feisty woman Jake had known.

“Sorry, Gemma.” Celia smiled at her. “Hazard of the job. I tend to take over.”

“I am fine.” Gemma’s eyes met Jake’s with the same directness she’d always employed. “I have a cut on my forehead and my brain is a little dinged up, but as Celia said, supposedly things will return to normal soon. In the meantime, I’m sorry but I don’t know you.”

“Sure you do. I’m Jake, your foster aunts’ handyman.” To his dismay, even that brought no flicker of recognition to her lovely green eyes.

“My foster aunts?” She studied him curiously. “Not my parents or my family?”

“They are your family, Gem.” He hesitated, but maybe more information would reassure her. “Some years ago Tillie and Margaret Spenser brought you and three other foster girls to their home, The Haven, in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies.”

“Um, okay.” Gemma’s blank look remained so Jake pressed on.

“Your sister Victoria lives at The Haven permanently, with her husband and family, and the aunts, of course. Your sister Adele and her husband and kids live next door, while your other sister Olivia and her husband and family live on a nearby acreage.” Still no comprehension. Jake added a little desperately, “They can all hardly wait to see you again.”

“You’ve known me for a while?” she murmured, her expression pensive.

“I came to The Haven six years ago when you were seventeen. I’ve been there ever since.” Jake caught Celia checking her watch. “You need to leave?”

“That text said I’m to fly to Ottawa in an hour to accompany someone back to Peru.” She glanced at Gemma. “If you’re all right?”

“She will be as soon as I get her home.” Jake glanced around. He saw only a battered backpack and a small duffel. “Luggage?”

“Duffel’s mine. The other is hers.” Celia indicated the battered canvas with its multiplicity of stickers. “Authorities found it at the site. The hotel where Gemma and—where she was staying was flattened.”

Gemma and Kurt. That’s what Celia had been going to say. Why had she pulled back?

“The embassy will be certain to forward anything else they recover.” She touched Gemma’s arm. “Is it okay for me to leave you with Jake?”

“You have to go. You need to do your job, help someone else. I understand.” Clearly summoning her pluck, Gemma thrust back her narrow shoulders.

Jake noted the thin cotton shirt she wore was far too large for her lithe frame and not at all her usual style. Well, it hadn’t been, but things changed. Then her smile faltered and he forgot about what she wore as compassion for her suffering welled.

“You’re going to be fine, Gemma.” Celia must have sensed her uncertainty, too.

“Yes, I’m sure I will be.” She cast him a sideways glance. “With Jake.”

He didn’t think Gemma looked or sounded fine. She appeared nervous and uncertain, but in these circumstances, who wouldn’t? Though Jake had wished many times for God to blank out the horror of his own past, he couldn’t begin to imagine how it must feel to have forgotten everyone and everything. It would take time for Gem to feel secure again.

“You’ll feel better once you’re home.” He hoped she could relax. “It’s a long drive to The Haven. If you need to make a stop here, get some coffee or lunch, we’d best do that before we leave.”

“All I want is to freshen up. The flight was long and tiring.” She automatically headed for the ladies’ room, as if she’d done it a hundred times before.

“How did she know where to go?” He stared at her retreating figure.

“Some things she does from rote. I guess that part of her memory is intact. Recent events are a blank though.” Celia shrugged. “She can recite tons of information about lots of different locales she’s taken tours to, but she can’t tell you anything about the earthquake, what happened before or after it, or her personal past. Which reminds me, I need to talk to you before she returns.”

“Okay.”

“Gemma doesn’t remember that she was married,” Celia warned in a low voice. “She doesn’t remember Kurt at all.”

“How could she forget her own husband?”

“It’s part of her injury, I guess.” Celia shrugged. “Anyway, you need to be aware that she also has no idea that he died in the earthquake. My office contacted her family as soon as they found out, but apparently you’d already left to come here. I didn’t feel it was my place to tell her,” the woman explained.

“Why not?” he asked, brow furrowed.

“I couldn’t gauge what her response might be. I was worried that if she reacted badly, there wouldn’t be anyone to support her.” Celia chewed her bottom lip. “Of course, hearing of Kurt’s death might trigger her memories, too. Either way, I believe she needs someone who knew them both to help her through her loss and grief. The important thing, according to her doctors, is that with her type of brain injury, the fastest way to recovery is no stress.”

“You want me to tell her.” Jake’s heart sank as he read between the lines. “You don’t think her aunts should do it?”

“It’s your decision, of course, but I do think it should be you, for several reasons.” Celia frowned. “Gemma will find it difficult enough to deal with the family she doesn’t remember. Four sisters, aunts, nieces and nephews. It’s a lot. I believe it would be simpler for her if she’d already faced the complication of her husband’s death when she meets her family.”

Inwardly Jake groaned. How was he supposed to tell Gem that Kurt, the man she’d loved and married less than a year ago, was gone?

“Mostly I believe you should do it because you’re her friend, her very good friend. Aren’t you?” Celia seemed pleased by his nod. “Excellent. To regain her memories, Gemma’s going to need someone she can lean on, depend on and talk to without worrying about offending them. I think that’s you, Jake. Perhaps during the journey home, you can work it in that she’s now a widow. I—” She stopped. “Here she comes.”

Work it in? Like, “By the way, Gem, nobody told you but you’re now a widow?” Jake’s brain scoffed.

He stood by Celia, watching Gemma stride toward them. She moved easily across the space, making her appear confident and assured. Though appreciative heads turned to admire her beauty, Gemma appeared unaware of the attention. Her intense gaze rested on them.

“I’m ready to go,” she announced, though there was the faintest wobble in the words and her eyes were red. “Thank you for everything, Celia. I appreciate your assistance so much.”

“It was my absolute pleasure, Gemma.” Celia hugged her, a trace of her own tears showing. “I put my card in your pack so that we can keep in touch. I want to know how you’re doing. If you need anything,” she added as she drew away, “anything at all, you let me know and I’ll try to help. Maybe one day you’ll return to Peru and we’ll have lunch together. Adiós o hasta pronto, mi querido amigo.”

“Hasta que nos encontremos de nuevo,” Gemma responded in a very quiet tone.

Jake blinked at her automatic Spanish rejoinder before remembering Gemma was fluent in several languages. Another reason why becoming a tour guide had seemed so perfect for her.

Celia waved, picked up her duffel and hurried away. Gemma watched her leave as though she was losing her best friend.

“Things will get better, Gem,” he reassured her, trying to sound cheerful.

“Promise?” She gave him a half-hearted smile and then slung her pack over one shoulder. “I have a hunch they’re going to get much worse first. I’m ready. I guess.”

Jake had never heard Gemma sound so uncertain. She’d always been full of confidence and assurance.

Had been.

“I could take that—” He immediately choked back his offer to carry her backpack when her chin lifted and she glared at him. “Right. Let’s go.” He pulled his keys out of his pocket as they walked toward the exit. Outside in the clear sunlight he hesitated, concerns rising at her fragile appearance. “It’s quite a hike to the car.”

“Do you know me well, Jake?” Gemma’s green eyes challenged him.

“Pretty well,” he said. Not that well, his brain rebuked. You never thought she’d elope. “You’ve been away for a while, but I used to,” he clarified.

“If you know me at all, then you know that I can quite easily manage a little walk across a parking lot. Right?” One auburn eyebrow arched imperiously.

“But you’ve been—right.” He stifled his objection and pointed. “I’m parked over that way.”

Gemma walked beside him, her head swiveling from right to left, taking in the sights of fully leafed trees scattered here and there, and the sound of chirping birds. “It’s summertime.” She sounded surprised.

“Late May. Springtime in North America and not quite summer in the Rockies,” he explained. “The days are much longer but remember our nights are still chilly.”

“That’s the thing—I don’t remember.” She sighed. “So many things I’ve forgotten.”

“So many things to rediscover now that you’re home.” As they reached her foster aunts’ big, roomy SUV, Jake hit the unlock button and opened her door.

His phone dinged with a text which he ignored. Someone needing his help, no doubt. The community had gotten in the habit of calling on him for aid with lots of things, but he was busy helping Gemma right now and she came first. He waited until she was comfortably seated with her backpack on the floor, before he closed her door and took his own seat.

“It’s not going to be a fast trip out of the city,” he warned.

“Rush hour in Edmonton is never fast.” Gemma blinked. “I have no idea how I know that,” she muttered. “Actually, I’m not sure about a whole lot of things. I know what they told me, but I can’t recall any personal details, like my birthday or when I started leading tour groups or—anything.”

“I can tell you a little,” Jake offered. “After you graduated from high school, you studied languages. You were always good at French in school.”

“Le printemps à Paris est le meilleur moment pour visiter,” Gemma murmured. Her eyes flared with surprise. “Uh—”

“See? Your memory is there, Gem. It just needs to wake up.” He grinned at her as they sat at a red light.

“But why do I remember that when I can’t remember my own name or where I live?” She sounded irritated. “Or these aunts you mentioned. Or the sisters. Or this haven place.”

“You’ll love The Haven. It’s a big old stone manor house perched on the top of a hill with the most wonderful view of the valley and in the distance, the Rockies. It’s surrounded by untouched forest.” He felt the intensity of her focus on him. “That’s what makes it such a perfect place for your aunts’ ministries.”

“Ministries?” She blinked. “Like they lead a church there or something?”

“No.” Jake chuckled. “The ladies have faith—very strong faith—in God. They spent years as missionaries in Africa. Now they’re using their home and land as a place for troubled foster kids to come for respite. Your sisters run the programs for them.”

“How old are these aunts?” Gemma asked.

“Seventy-six, but you’d never know it. They are very active and extremely involved in their community. I doubt Tillie and Margaret Spenser will ever truly retire because they love helping people.” Jake paused before adding, “I should know. They saved my life.”

“I’d like to hear that story.” Gemma pressed back against the seat, as if she was finally comfortable with him.

“Maybe some other time,” he said, trying to gird himself for adding to her pain. “First there’s something I need to discuss with you.”

* * *

The serious note in Jake’s voice warned Gemma that whatever he wanted to talk about would not be pleasant. Internal warning signs flared. She was so weary of bracing herself for the unknown. Yet what alternative did she have?

Just then Jake’s phone rang. She waited while he answered it.

“Hey, Marv,” he said after pressing a button on the dashboard.

“Hate to bother you, Jake, but I’m at Gerda Brown’s place, trying to fix her water heater. Except it can’t be done. The thing’s finished and she can’t afford a new one. I already used the spare one you found at O’Shea’s place for someone else last month. Any ideas?”

“I’m tied up at the moment, Marv. Why don’t you go pick up one at the hardware store? Put it on my tab. I’ll figure it out later.” After a few moments he ended the call. “Sorry about that.”

“You’re buying a water heater for somebody who can’t afford one?” When he nodded, she asked, “Why?”

“Because they need it.” He shrugged his wide shoulders as if it didn’t matter. “Anyway, as I was saying. I need to tell you—” His phone rang again and then a third time. His lips pursed but he didn’t answer either call. When Gemma tilted an eyebrow at him, his face reddened and he muttered, “They can wait till I get back.”

She giggled when the phone rang again. “Maybe not.”

“It’s from three different callers. Probably three different issues.” Jake sounded impatient. She guessed he wanted to say whatever was on his mind.

“I’m listening.” She shifted when he didn’t immediately speak. “Tell me what you need to, Jake.”