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COURTING TROUBLE

 

By Maggie Marr

COURTING TROUBLE

 

Maggie Marr

Copyright © 2012

All Rights Reserved.

 

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This book is for my mother, Margaret L. Marr, who gave me my life

and

for my niece, Lauren Harrison, who saved it.

Praise for
Courting Trouble

 


Courting Trouble
has all the elements I love: family drama, strong characters, and sizzling heat. I loved
Courting Trouble
!”


Jennifer Probst,
New York Times
bestselling author of
The Marriage Bargain
and
The Marriage Trap

 

 

“Family secrets, buried truths, and long-lost love

Maggie Marr gives us all that and more!
Courting Trouble
makes facing the difficult past absolutely delicious!”


Megan Crane, author of
Once More With Feeling
and
I Love The 80's

 

 

CONTENTS

 

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

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Epilogue

 

Acknowledgements

About the Author

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Chapter One

 

Savannah McGrath pushed open the Jeep door and the shriek of old metal tore through the frigid mountain air. A gray pall hung heavy in the sky—no sun—no blue—not even the scent of snow. Her legs trembled and sent a shiver up her spine. The shiver shifted and hardened in her belly into a thick, sick feeling. Her hand tightened around the butt of the Winchester 1897 and her thumb caressed the initials that had been carved into the heavy wood stock nearly a century before by a dime-store pocket knife.

Grandma Margaret always said the only difference between a possum and a man was that the possum hissed before you shot it. Savannah’d seen a possum hiss—this morning she intended to find out about the man.

Savannah’s breath, like puffs of smoke, drifted into the early morning sky. She trudged across the Hopkinses’ front yard—a foul-looking patch of dirt and rock—past a rusted snowmobile missing both skis that waited on cinder blocks for a rescue that would never arrive. She climbed the porch steps. Rickety and rotted, the wood creaked beneath her. On the porch crumpled beer cans lay scattered beside a ripped green leather sofa. The Hopkinses didn’t take much interest in caring for things, including their family.

Anger surged in Savannah. Anger fueled by seventeen years of neglect. Anger fueled by her daughter. Anger fueled by Bobby Hopkins. An anger that rushed through her head and caused a pounding within her brain nearly as loud as her fist pounding on Bobby’s front door.

“Bobby, you get your no-good ass out here!”

A shadow flickered on the other side of the picture window, but no face emerged.

“I know you’re in there!” Savannah yelled. “I’m not leaving until we settle this. You hear me, Bobby?”

She pressed her nose against the cool glass of the picture window. Silent images flickered across the unwatched TV in the darkened living room. Her heart hung heavy in her chest with the emptiness of the room, with the squalor of the house, with the absence of Bobby and his continued cowardice toward their daughter.

Savannah turned away from the window, her grim feelings like gravity on the corners of her mouth. She stomped down the steps. Her gaze locked on the window just above the garage and she backed into the front yard. Seventeen years before, Savannah had thought she discovered the cure to all that ailed her within that bedroom—a lover, a friend, a partner for her life—but what Savannah had really found was a whole lot of sex and very little contraception.

“She’s mine, Bobby!” Savannah called out into the early morning air. “Do you understand? I raised her! You ran your ass off to Alaska and I raised her!” Her cheeks were too cold to feel her tears. On her tongue the salt tasted bitter. “Damn you, Bobby Hopkins.”

Her heart broke wide and pain thrashed out at her ribs and squeezed at her lungs—so tight and so hard that air burst from her lips and she struggled to draw in a breath. The pain wasn’t for her, the pain wasn’t for Bobby, the pain wasn’t even for Savannah’s long-lost, once-upon-a-time young love—the pain—this pain—that crippled her and stole the breath from her body was for her nearly grown daughter, Ash.

Shame. Embarrassment. Sadness. She and Bobby conveyed those tokens upon their only child much like Savannah’s mother had bequeathed to her. Savannah’s mouth clenched closed with a force that might shred enamel from her molars.

Dammit, Bobby would speak to her. Savannah raised the butt of the gun to her shoulder and sighted on the bedroom window. Her finger settled against the cold metal of the trigger. She wouldn’t let Bobby cower and hide like a cur. He would answer for what he’d done to her, to them, to Ash. He’d answer for what he did in the past and what he was trying to do now. She wouldn’t kill him, but she’d flush out the son of a bitch.

Savannah raised the shotgun’s barrel and aimed just over the roof. She squeezed tight on the trigger and the gun butt slammed into her shoulder. A shaker shingle exploded off the roof.

After the blast of two more shotgun shells and the eruption of two more shingles from the Hopkinses’ roof, a black-and-white SUV rolled to a near-silent stop. No flashers. No siren. Quiet and still, just like that cold Rocky-Mountain morning before Savannah’s shotgun blast.

Self-possessed and without fear, Sheriff Jennings slowly stepped from his SUV. “Morning, Savannah.”

“Wayne,” Savannah said. She didn’t turn. She didn’t lay down her gun. Instead, she pressed the butt to her shoulder and considered whether she wanted to squeeze off another shot.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to lay down that gun.”

Savannah closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Adrenaline pounded through her body. Her heart hammered within her chest to the righteous beat of a lover scorned. She pointed the gun toward the ground.

“No problem, Wayne.” Savannah leaned forward and laid the gun on the ground as if settling a baby into a bassinette. When she stood she raised both hands in the air. Not because Wayne told her to, but because she figured that’s what you did when you got arrested.

“Thank you, Savannah,” Wayne said. “Now I need you to back away from the gun.”

Savannah stepped back—away from Grandma Margaret’s gun, away from the Hopkinses’ house, away from her anger.

“I hate to ask you to do this Savannah, seeing as you’re wearing nice pants and all, but you’ve gotta kneel on the ground and put your hands behind your head.”

With her hands raised, Savannah half turned toward Wayne. “Really?” Savannah asked. Her limp shoulders slumped forward; the McGrath fight drained out of her. Her rage deflated like a pinpricked balloon. “Can’t you just come on over here and cuff me?

“It’s procedure,” Wayne said.

Savannah knelt onto the ground. The cold wet mud pressed through the material to her knees. With the click of closing handcuffs and the weight of cold steel on her wrists, shame lodged in her heart. Savannah’s bottom lip quivered—what had she just done?

Her head hung low as Wayne led her to his SUV. She couldn’t meet the gaze of the looky-loos now gathered across the street in Linda Landry’s front yard. Her mass of brown curls fell about her cheeks, but she couldn’t hide—Ash couldn’t hide. Growing up, Savannah and her sister had endured taunts about their mama’s bad behavior, and now Savannah had inflicted a similar humiliation onto Ash.

“Damn it,” Savannah muttered.

“What’s that?” Wayne settled behind the wheel and met Savannah’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

“Just the hell to pay Ash will have.” Savannah looked across the street at the women wearing nightgowns and whispering behind cupped hands.

“Kids can be cruel,” Wayne said.

Both Wayne and Savannah knew from experience just how cruel the kids of Powder Springs, Colorado, could be to each other.

Savannah fought the humiliation that settled in her chest and the tears that brewed in her eyes. “Wonder what Grandma Margaret thinks today?” As if she might erase the last ten minutes, Savannah closed tight her eyes and shook her head. “Me standing on Bobby Hopkins’s front lawn, shooting at the sky?”

“She probably thinks you’re one strong McGrath woman standing up for your own.”

Savannah pressed her lips into a hard line and fought back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. At least Wayne didn’t think she was half-cracked, even if she was sitting in the back of his police cruiser with her hands in cuffs.

Savannah’s sister wouldn’t share Wayne’s sentiment. Tulsa would tell Savannah how dramatic she was, how bad Savannah’s behavior was for Ash, how Savannah had jeopardized custody of Ash to release her own anger.

That was once Savannah told Tulsa Ash’s custody was even in jeopardy.

“Tulsa coming back from LA?” Wayne asked.

Savannah locked eyes with Wayne in the rearview mirror. “She is now.”

Chapter Two

 

“Albie Hecht, you are the biggest prick on this planet!” The vowels swirled long and slow from Sonia’s mouth with her thick Brazilian accent.

“Well, if I’m the biggest prick what does that make you? Perhaps the biggest cu—”

“Hey!” Tulsa held up her hand. There were certain words she didn’t allow in her law firm. “Let’s keep it courteous, shall we?” Cool and sharp-edged, Tulsa’s voice drew a line that both her client, Albie, and his soon-to-be ex-wife crossed at their peril.

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