The Promise of Home. Kathryn Springer

the encouragement Violet needed. She retrieved a piece of birch wood floating in the shallow water and dropped it at the boy’s feet.

       Dev shook his head. “Fetching sticks is number one.”

       With a sideways look at Dev, Logan dutifully picked up the stick and threw it. Violet sprang forward, massive paws churning ruts in the sand as she chased it down the shoreline.

       Logan shuffled closer, pushing his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts. “Did you catch anything yet?”

       “Just getting started.” Dev tried another spot further from the lily pads. “Do you like to fish?”

       The thin shoulders rolled in a shrug. “My friend Jeremy does. He said he’d teach me this summer, but I don’t know if I’d be any good at it.”

       But he wanted to try. Dev could see it in Logan’s eyes.

       “There’s one way to find out.” He held out the fishing pole.

       Logan eased a look over his shoulder.

       A look Dev instantly recognized. He’d been that age once upon a time.

       “Does your aunt know you’re over here?”

       Logan suddenly became absorbed in watching an emerald green dragonfly fanning its wings near his feet. “She said I could go outside.”

       Dev took that as a no. He should have known Jenna wouldn’t approve of her nephew venturing down to the lake alone. Or crossing the property line.

       But apparently Jenna didn’t know that one had to be specific when it came to small boys.

       A memory somehow managed to slip through a tiny crack in the wall surrounding Dev’s grief.

       When he wasn’t much older than Logan, Dev’s father had given him and Jason some leftover wood from one of the construction sites. He hadn’t told them not to use it to build a ramp. And he hadn’t told them not to ride their bicycles off the end of said ramp.

       Dev had tried to point that out on the way to the emergency room while Jason sat in the backseat, cradling a broken arm. Unfortunately, his father hadn’t appreciated his logic.

      You’re the oldest, Devlin. I expect more from you.

       Those words had become a familiar refrain while Dev was growing up, playing in the background while he was being groomed to take over the family construction business. Dev didn’t mind. He’d embraced the challenges—and the advantages—that came with being the oldest son of Brent McGuire.

       In college, Jason had chosen a different path. One that had had Dev shaking his head in confusion at the time. If only he’d had the opportunity to tell his brother that he finally understood.

       “You’ve got another one!” Logan’s excited cry jerked Dev from the past with the same urgency as the fish tugging on the end of his line.

       Dev set the hook and turned to Logan. “Do you want to bring it in?”

       “Sure,” the boy said eagerly, his previous hesitation forgotten as he reached for the pole.

       “Reel it in nice and slow…” Dev instructed as he bent down to retrieve the net.

       Logan shot him a panicked look. “You should take it now. It’s going to get away.”

       “No, it won’t. You’re doing great.”

       “Look how big it is!” Logan’s eyes grew wide as Dev knelt down on the dock and scooped up the fish.

       “Here you go.” Dev carefully removed the hook from the bluegill’s mouth and dropped it into a bucket of water. “It’s definitely a keeper. I’ll put it on the stringer so you can take it home.”

       “Really?”

       “You catch it, you keep it.”

       Eyes shining, Logan squatted down to admire the fish. “Maybe we can have it for lunch.”

       “Maybe.” A smile lifted the corners of Dev’s lips. If only he could see Jenna’s face when she saw the catch of the day.

       “Logan?”

       Dev glanced over his shoulder at the sound of a familiar voice behind them.

       It looked as though his wish was about to come true.

      * * *

       Jenna’s heart skipped a scheduled beat when Dev McGuire turned around. At some point in the last twelve hours, a startling transformation had occurred.

       The heavy growth of stubble that had shadowed the angular jaw was gone, enhancing the clean lines of Dev’s chiseled features. The bright morning sunlight coaxed out hints of bronze in the sable hair that Jenna hadn’t noticed before.

       In faded jeans and a dark green T-shirt that accentuated broad shoulders and muscular arms, Dev looked like a man totally at ease in his surroundings.

       And way too attractive for her peace of mind.

       Jenna stopped, suddenly reluctant to venture any closer.

       “Look at the fish I caught, Aunt Jenna!” Logan shouted, jumping up and down on the dock like a pogo stick and pointing to a metal bucket near his feet.

       “I wanna see it, too!” Tori broke free from Jenna’s hold and scampered toward her brother.

       It was a conspiracy, no doubt about it.

       Jenna picked her way down to the shoreline, the heels of her shoes sinking into the spongy ground with every step.

       “Hurry up, Aunt Jenna!”

       Aware that Dev was watching her approach, Jenna grabbed the wooden post on the end of the dock. The narrow platform jutting over the water hadn’t looked quite so precarious from a distance. As Jenna gingerly stepped onto the first section, Violet decided to join her.

       The dog, marinated in lake water and coated with a fine layer of sand, lowered its shaggy head and barked at her.

      Nice to see you again? Get off my property?

       Jenna had no idea what Violet was attempting to communicate, but she was hesitant to take another step until she knew for sure.

       “Violet, no.” Dev strode toward them. “Look out, Jenna. She’s going to—”

      Shake.

       That must have been the word Dev had been looking for.

       If only he would have said it faster.

      Chapter Four

      Jenna jumped backward to avoid the shower. The heel of her shoe found a weak spot in the weathered boards and opened a space for her entire foot to go through.

       She attempted to wiggle free before Dev noticed her dilemma.

       “Do you need some help?”

       Jenna tried not to groan.

       He’d noticed her dilemma.

       “I’m—”

       “Fine,” Dev interrupted. “I think you made that clear yesterday. But at the moment it looks like you’re…stuck.”

       Unfortunately, Jenna couldn’t argue with the assessment. She was stuck. Stuck in the kind of town she’d spent the majority of her life wanting to leave. Stuck in a cabin that let more mosquitoes in than it kept out, instead of her condo with its enclosed balcony and manicured lawn.

       No dogs allowed.

       But worst of all, it appeared as though Jenna was stuck with a neighbor who’d seen her in what could only be described as less than ideal—okay, humiliating—situations.

       Twice.

       “Don’t move—” Dev began.