The Wanderer. Робин Карр

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      From Robyn Carr, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the popular Virgin River novels, comes Thunder Point—the highly anticipated new series that will make you laugh, make you sigh, and make you fall in love with a small town filled with people you’ll never forget.

      Nestled on the Oregon coast is a small town of rocky beaches and rugged charm. Locals love the land’s unspoiled beauty. Developers see it as a potential gold mine. When newcomer Hank Cooper learns he’s been left an old friend’s entire beachfront property, he finds himself with a community’s destiny in his hands.

      Cooper has never been a man to settle in one place, and Thunder Point was supposed to be just another quick stop. But Cooper finds himself getting involved with the town. And with Sarah Dupre, a woman as complicated as she is beautiful.

      With the whole town watching for his next move, Cooper has to choose between his old life and a place full of new possibilities. A place that just might be home.

      Praise for #1 New York Times bestselling author

      and USA TODAY bestselling author

      “This book is an utter delight.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Moonlight Road

      “Strong conflict, humor and well-written characters

      are Carr’s calling cards, and they’re all present here....You won’t want to put this one down.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Angel’s Peak

      “This story has everything: a courageous,

      outspoken heroine, a to-die-for hero and a plot that

      will touch readers’ hearts on several different levels. Truly excellent.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Forbidden Falls

      “An intensely satisfying read.

      By turns humorous and gut-wrenchingly emotional,

      it won’t soon be forgotten.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Paradise Valley

      “Carr has hit her stride with this captivating series.”

      —Library Journal on the Virgin River series

      “The Virgin River books are so compelling—

      I connected instantly with the characters

      and just wanted more and more and more.”

      —#1 New York Times bestselling author

      Debbie Macomber

      The Wanderer

      Robyn Carr

      

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      To the magnificent Kristan Higgins,

      who is beautiful inside and out.

      Contents

       One

       Two

       Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Twelve

       Thirteen

       Fourteen

       Fifteen

       Sixteen

       Seventeen

       Eighteen

       Nineteen

       Twenty

       Acknowledgments

       Excerpt

      One

      It took Hank Cooper almost eight hours to get from Virgin River to Thunder Point, Oregon, because he was towing his fifth wheel, a toy hauler. He pulled to the side of the road frequently to let long strings of motorists pass. Just prior to crossing the California/Oregon border, he stopped at a redwood tourist trap featuring gardens, souvenirs, wood carvings, a lunch counter and restrooms. Skipping the garden tour, he bought a sandwich and drink and headed out of the monument-size trees to the open road, which very soon revealed the rocky Oregon Coast.

      Cooper stopped at the first outlook over the ocean and parked. His phone showed five bars and he dialed up the Coos County Sheriff’s Department. “Hello,” he said to the receptionist. “My name is Hank Cooper and I’m on my way to Thunder Point following a call from someone saying my friend, Ben Bailey, is dead. Apparently he left something for me, but that’s not why I’m headed your way. The message I got was that Ben was killed, but there were no details. I want to talk to the sheriff. I need some answers.”

      “Hold, please,” she said.

      Well, that wasn’t what he expected. He’d figured he’d leave a number and eat his lunch while he waited.

      “Deputy McCain,” said the new voice on the line.

      “Hank Cooper here, Deputy,” he said, and in spite of himself, he straightened and squared his shoulders. He’d always been resistant to authority, yet he also responded to it. “I was hoping to speak with the sheriff.”

      “I’m the deputy sheriff. The county sheriff’s office is in Coquille. This is a satellite office with a few deputies assigned. Thunder Point is small—there’s a constable but no other local law enforcement. The constable handles small disputes, evictions, that sort of thing. The county jail is in Coquille. How can I help you, Mr. Cooper?”

      “I’m a friend of Ben Bailey and I’m on my way into town to find out what happened to him.”

      “Mr. Cooper, Ben Bailey’s been deceased for more than a couple of weeks.”

      “I gather that. I just found out. Some old guy—Rawley someone—found a phone number and called me. He was killed, Rawley said. Dead and buried. I want to know what happened to him. He was my friend.”

      “I can give you the details in about ninety seconds.”

      But Cooper wanted to look him in the eye when he heard the tale.