Table Of ContentWAITING FOR YOU
Abigail Strom
Copyright 2012 by Abigail Strom
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is
purely coincidental.
I’ve been blessed with an incredible family, both the one I was born into and the
one I married into. This book is dedicated to those members of my family who
have served in the military: to my sisters-in-law and brothers-in-law who served
in Iraq, and to my father, who fought in Vietnam and continued to serve in the
United States Army until his retirement. I love you, Dad.
Chapter One
Erin Shaw felt like she was in high school again. She was sitting at a table
with her friend Beth, staring at Jake Landry from across the room and hoping
she wasn’t being too obvious about it.
Of course back then it would have been the cafeteria, and Jake’s sister Allison
would have been with them as they munched on sandwiches from home or
worked their way through the school’s macaroni and cheese. Now they were in
an elegant hotel ballroom in Des Moines, drinking champagne at Allison’s
wedding.
A double wedding, in fact. Allison and her sister Jenna had both gotten
married today, each of them looking so radiant—and their respective grooms so
completely besotted—that it had been a little overwhelming to look at them up
there at the altar. It wasn’t often that you got to see so much love and joy
concentrated in one spot like that.
Allison’s marriage wasn’t the only change since their high school days. Beth
was married, too, and living in California. Erin was a successful web designer
with her own business. And Jake, who’d just gotten out of the Army a few
months ago, had spent most of the last decade in Iraq and Afghanistan.
But one thing was exactly the same. From the first moment she’d spotted Jake
tonight, Erin’s whole body had taken notice.
Her heart was beating faster. Her cheeks felt warm. She was aware of every
inch of her skin, of the air that touched her bare arms and the brush of her silk
dress against her legs.
You’d think that eleven years would have knocked the stuffing out of her
teenage crush, but apparently not. Her knees felt weak every time she caught a
glimpse of his face.
“So are you going to go talk to him, or what?”
Erin tore her gaze from Jake with a guilty flush. “Talk to who?”
“Whoever you’ve been staring at,” Beth answered with a grin.
So much for not being obvious. Apparently her covert crush skills had gotten
a little rusty over the years.
“Beth! Erin!”
She was saved from answering by Allison, who was descending on them in a
cloud of ivory tulle and hugging them hard enough to crack ribs.
“I haven’t seen you two all night. Are you having a good time?”
“Yes,” Beth said, hugging her back. “Your first dance was amazing. Just like
Fred and Ginger. And the ceremony was beautiful.”
Allison grabbed an empty chair from the next table and sat down, fluffing her
short brown hair with her fingers. “I’m glad to hear it, because I don’t remember
a thing. Seriously. It’s all a big blur until the moment I said I do.”
“Maybe Rick can fill you in on the rest,” Erin suggested with a smile. “He
seemed pretty happy about the whole thing. It looked like he was paying
attention, anyway.”
“I tried to pay attention, but I was in this sort of glow. A happy glow, but still.
Beth, do you remember your wedding?”
“Yes, but I eloped to Vegas. It’s hard to forget being married by an Elvis
impersonator.”
Allison laughed. “I’ll take your word for it.” Then she grinned at Erin. “First
Beth took the plunge, and now me. I guess that means you’re next.”
Erin shook her head. “Don’t do that whole you’re next thing. I refuse to
succumb to peer pressure. I’m very happy that you and Beth have found true
love, but I have no intention of jumping on the marriage bandwagon.”
Beth looked at her skeptically. “Ever? You’re going to stay single for the rest
of your life?”
“I wouldn’t mind. My mother’s on husband number six, did you know that?
She’s had enough marriages for both of us. And I like being single,” she added,
even as she remembered the twinge of wistfulness she’d felt watching Rick and
Allison declare their love.
Beth rolled her eyes. “You haven’t seen your mother in years. You haven’t
talked to her in years. Why is she any kind of factor in your life plans?”
“She’s not a factor. She’s just a cautionary tale.”
Allison shook her head. “You don’t need a cautionary tale, Erin. You’re
nothing like your mother and you never will be. You’re loyal and kind and smart
and hard-working—”
“You’ve just described a border collie.”
“—and you deserve a man who will worship the ground you walk on. We can
start by finding you a dance partner,” she added, glancing around the room.
“Does anyone here catch your eye?”
“No,” Erin said, even as her gaze strayed back to Jake.
He didn’t catch her eye—he captured it. He captured her, the way he always
had…even after eleven years.
She’d wondered so often what it would be like to see him again. Would she
find she’d outgrown her schoolgirl crush? That the mere sight of Jake Landry no
longer had the power to set her heart racing and her bones quivering?
The answer was no. Seeing him, being in the same room with him, affected
her just as much as it always had—even though she knew they weren’t the same
people anymore.
She could see that Jake had changed. He had the same blue eyes and firm jaw,
the same tall, broad-shouldered physique. But there was a new reserve in the
way he carried himself, and a new hardness in his expression.
At nineteen, Jake had been dashing and optimistic, with a kind of clear-eyed
confidence about the future. He’d been up for any challenge, ready to face any
danger.
Now he looked like a man who’d met those challenges and faced those
dangers, but not without loss. He looked like a man who could make tough
decisions in no-win situations. A man who’d exchanged optimism for realism.
He was also the man you’d turn to in an emergency. The one you’d trust with
your life, because he’d put himself in harm’s way to protect others.
Which was exactly what he’d been doing for the last ten years.
Rick came up behind Allison and put his hands on her shoulders. “Good
evening, Mrs. Hunter.”
Allison’s face glowed as she turned to face her new husband. “Good evening,
Mr. Hunter.”
He bent down to kiss her on the cheek. “I came to find a dance partner. Would
one of you lovely ladies do me the honor?”
“Erin will,” Allison said immediately.
Erin raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were looking for a man who might
someday worship the ground I walk on. Isn’t your new husband off-limits?”
“Yes, but he does this thing where he makes his partner look like the best
dancer in the room. And that will lead to other men asking you to dance.”
“I see.”
Rick grinned at her as he held out his hand. “I can’t promise a line of suitors
as a result of dancing with me, but they’re playing Cole Porter and that always
leads to good things.”
Erin let him help her up and lead her towards the parquet floor. “You know I
can’t do all that ballroom stuff, right?”
“We’ll keep it simple,” he assured her.
Her efforts to not step on Rick as they danced and chatted should have taken
all of her attention, but she still had some left over to glance at Jake now and
then.
He was renting a place in Willow Springs, but Erin hadn’t run into him yet.
She’d thought she might see him at his parents’ farm on one of her visits—she’d
stayed close with Allison’s mother over the years, and dropped in for coffee
once or twice a month. But Jake was never there when she stopped by.
Of course she could have gotten his number and given him a call. But
whenever she thought about doing that, she’d flash back to the last time they’d
seen each other. They’d shared an unexpected kiss the night of her sixteenth
birthday, and the memory of that encounter was enough to melt her courage like
butter in the sun.
So she decided to wait until the wedding, where she’d be sure to see him. She
could blend into the background with the other guests and say a casual hello at
the reception.
It was a perfectly good plan, and if she had any guts at all she would have
carried it out by now. Jake had spent the last ten years on the front lines of two
wars. The least she could do was pull herself together and welcome him home.
She glanced over at the head table again. Almost everyone had gotten up to
dance, and Jake was sitting alone for the moment.
It would have been the perfect opportunity to talk to him. But catching sight
of those piercing blue eyes, her stomach muscles tightened and her heart went
staccato.
She didn’t feel like the calm, cool, and collected woman she hoped to be when
she met Jake Landry again. She wanted him to see that she’d changed, too. That
she wasn’t an awkward teenager anymore.
And until she felt that confidence flowing through her, she had no intention of
going near him.
***
If this had been any other wedding, Jake would have blown it off without a
second thought.
But it was Allison’s and Jenna’s. Love had turned his practical sisters into
starry-eyed romantics, and they’d decided to enter the bonds of matrimony in a
double ceremony. And in spite of the fact that both of them had been driving him
crazy for the last few months, he wouldn’t have missed this day for anything.
Still, he wasn’t sorry the end was in sight. He’d sat through dinner and all the
toasts and the wedding cake thing, and the band had been in full swing for at
least an hour. His sisters and his parents were on the dance floor, along with
most of the other people at the table, which meant he was sitting alone for the
first time tonight.
He drank his scotch and watched the dancers without really seeing them. A
few more songs went by before Allison left the dance floor and came to sit
beside him.
“Hey there, big brother.”
Her eyes were sparkling and her short hair was mussed up, and she looked
happier than he’d ever seen her.
He reached out to ruffle her hair. “I wouldn’t have guessed my kid sister could
clean up so good.”
She laughed and swiped at him. “Thanks…I think. Do you feel like dancing? I
haven’t seen you up there yet.”
He shook his head. “I’m going to stay parked here for a while.”
Disappointment and something else clouded her blue eyes.
“Are you sure you—”
“I’m fine.” The words came out more gruffly than he’d intended, and he took
a deep breath. “Sorry. But don’t worry about me, okay? This is your wedding.
You shouldn’t worry about anything but having a good time.”
Allison sighed. “All right. I just…” she trailed off, shaking her head. “It
doesn’t matter. I’m glad you’re here, Jake.”
“So am I. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
And it was true, even though he felt strangely disconnected from all the joy
and happiness around him.
“Any luck?”
It was Jenna, coming up on the other side of him.
“Nope. You’re welcome to try if you want, but I’m going to give up
gracefully.”
Allison kissed him on the cheek before she went back towards the dance floor.
Jenna punched him lightly on the shoulder. “I didn’t think people were
allowed to say no to a bride on her wedding day. Much less two of them. The
combined force of our awesome bridal powers should bring you to your knees.”
He smiled. “I’m happy as hell for both of you, but I’m not going on the dance
floor to prove it.”
His twin sighed. “All right, fine. You don’t have to dance. But you could at
least talk to some people instead of sitting here drinking all night.” She spoke
lightly, but Jake could hear the same thing in her voice he’d been hearing from
his family for the last two months.
Worry.
He took another swallow of scotch, relishing the burn as it trickled down his
throat. “I talked with people during dinner. I talked to Claire—who’s great, by
the way.”
Claire was Jenna’s new stepdaughter, and they’d spent half an hour talking
about music and movies and videogames. Or at least Claire had talked, and he
had listened. The perfect conversation as far as he was concerned.
“I think she’s pretty great myself. But you haven’t talked to anyone outside
the family. Ben and Linda are here, and I know they’d love to catch up. Mindy’s
here, too.”
Mindy Nelson was an old girlfriend, and he’d already talked to her tonight.
He’d had to let her down easy after she made it clear she wouldn’t mind
repeating some history with him.
“I don’t need a cruise director, Jenna.”
“Okay, okay. But you should at least say hi to Erin.”
His mind was a blank. “Erin?”
Jenna stared at him. “Erin Shaw. Allison’s friend? She was at the house all the
time when we were kids. And she worked on the farm every summer.”
An image flashed before his eyes—pale gold hair hidden under an ancient
baseball cap, and serious gray eyes behind thick glasses.
“Yeah, I remember her. I’ll say hello if I see her. Okay? Now go do the bride
thing.”
He kissed her on the cheek and felt a surge of relief when she left him. He
tossed off the rest of his scotch and signaled the waiter for another one.
As he waited for it to come he found himself thinking about Erin. His
memories of her seemed to belong to a different era, as if a hundred years
instead of ten had gone by since he’d seen her.
She’d started coming to the house when he was in high school. He’d barely
noticed her at first—she was just another of Allison’s friends, and quieter than
most. But she’d fallen in love with the Landry farm, and so she’d been around a
lot.
She worked long hours with the family every summer. She was so small and
fragile-looking that they’d worried about her at first, but Erin always insisted on
toughing things out.
She nearly killed herself stacking hay one year. The bales were heavier than
usual that summer—some kind of calibration problem with the baler. Allison
called it quits after half an hour but Erin refused to be beaten, working beside
him and Jenna until she was almost shaking with exhaustion.
He’d never seen a girl her age so fierce and determined. From that day on,
Jake had been curious about Erin Shaw.
His curiosity had never been satisfied. Unlike every other teenager on the
planet, she didn’t like to talk about herself. He’d learned that her parents were
divorced and that she lived with her dad, and that was about it.
But he always enjoyed her company. She was so shy and serious most of the
time that it was a real pleasure to make her laugh, and he did it as often as he
could. The biggest surprise of all was finding out that underneath her quiet
exterior lurked a sense of humor…and that she could give as good as she got.
He smiled suddenly, remembering the day he’d taught her and Allison to play
pool. Erin had approached the game with her usual determination and some
