To Honor: The McNallys, #4
By Laura Scott
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From USA Today Bestselling Author Laura Scott
Welcome to McNally Bay - A small town with big secrets...
Does he deserve a second chance?
While vacationing in McNally Bay, Jess McNally finds his old high school crush Carla Templeton more beautiful than ever. But watching Carla's eight-year-old daughter Cassandra, who shares some of his siblings mannerisms, he's shocked to discover he's the girl's father. Stunned, he's desperate to make up for the time he'd lost with his daughter and the woman he once loved. Even the attacks against him from some unknown foe, can't change his mind.
Carla hadn't kept Cassie a secret on prupose, but there was no point in denying the truth. Jesse made it clear he's here to stay. And when the danger around Jesse spreads to her and her daughter, Carla is thankful for Jesse's strength and protection. But can she trust him not to break her heart a second time?
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To Love
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To Honor
To Believe
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To Honor - Laura Scott
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Jesse McNally headed into Daisy’s Diner, enjoying the familiarity of the place. Daisy’s hadn’t changed over the past nine years since the last time he’d spent the summer at his grandparents’ house with his siblings.
He’d been eighteen, nearly nineteen, and leaving for college in the fall and hadn’t returned to McNally Bay for any real length of time other than the occasional visit over the holidays.
Until now.
Grandma and Grandpa McNally had passed away within four months of each other earlier in the year. His twin sisters, Jazz and Jemma, had turned their grandparents’ mansion into a thriving new business, the McNallys’ B&B. Jazz and Dalton had gotten married this past weekend, their ceremony taking place in the white gazebo overlooking Lake Michigan.
Jesse decided to extend his visit for a week, needing a break after the recent and incredibly complex software restoration he’d managed for Avery and Arch Accounting. The company he’d cofounded with his college roommate, Brian Malone, was called Software Solutions, Inc. After six weeks of working seven days a week, ten hours a day, to combat the horrible bout of ransomware that had held Avery and Arch hostage, he deserved a break.
Well, if it isn’t Jesse McNally!
Betty Cromwell was the first to greet him when he walked in. She sat at a booth near the doorway, beaming up at him. She was always dressed the same, in a flowery dress and low heels, even in the heat of summer. Her hair was a riot of gray curls that hung in disarray around her face. It’s good you decided to stick around for a while.
He grinned and bent down to give the town gossip a quick peck on the cheek. You haven’t changed a bit since the last time I saw you,
he declared.
Betty giggled like a schoolgirl and waved her hand at him. That doesn’t mean much since I just saw you Saturday at Jazz and Dalton’s wedding.
She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone. The only reason they’re together is because of me.
Really? How so?
It didn’t surprise him that Betty Cromwell was taking credit for the wedding, but he hadn’t heard the story of how Dalton and Jazz had met. The B&B had been chaotic since all six siblings had been together for the first time in over two years. Jeremy had come over from Lansing, and even Jake had flown in from Ireland.
Dalton did some handyman work for me, repairing my bathroom, and I happened to mention how Jazz was renovating her grandparents’ home on the lake. I encouraged him to visit Jazz to see if she was willing to hire him to help with the construction project. He was a drifter at the time, you see, so I gave him a good reference. Jazz hired him.
Betty nodded sagely, her gray curls dancing around her plump face, and spread her hands wide. The rest is history!
He chuckled. I guess it is. I like Dalton. He does great work. Did you see the garage apartment they built for Jemma and Trey? It’s amazing. And it’s clear Dalton and Jazz are very much in love.
Well now, there’s still time for the rest of you McNally boys to find someone.
Betty patted his arm. Look at your brother Jonas. He found Bella at the McNallys’ Bed and Breakfast, and now they’re incredibly happy together.
Jesse nodded and tried not to roll his eyes. He liked Mrs. Cromwell but wasn’t interested in being the subject of her not-so-subtle matchmaking. His girlfriend recently left him for someone else. Turned out to be a guy named Wade Nolan who didn’t work long hours during software security breaches or travel from one city and state to the next, providing computer expertise. Jesse wasn’t exactly heartbroken over Paula’s breakup, but he wasn’t looking to get involved again either.
No need to worry about me. I’m fine on my own, Ms. Cromwell,
he assured her.
As he spoke, a woman sitting three booths behind Betty caught his eye. He stared in surprise, recognizing his teenage crush, Carla Templeton. What was she doing here, in McNally Bay? She looked amazing, and he felt his pulse kick up a notch. Excuse me.
He left Mrs. Cromwell to move toward his teenage flame.
Carla.
He was shocked at the nervous squeak in his voice and did his best to sound normal. How are you?
Carla looked up at him with a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Jesse. I heard you were in town for your sister’s wedding.
Yeah, uh, wow. It’s great to see you.
His heart thudded painfully against his ribs as he absorbed the fact that the young girl he’d once loved had grown into a stunningly beautiful woman. Her long auburn hair was pulled away from her heart-shaped face, and her green eyes were as bright as he remembered. Carla was still slender, yet she seemed to have gained more curves than when they were younger. It made him smile to remember how they used to sneak out after curfew to meet down at the lakefront to kiss, talk, and discuss their hopes and dreams for the future. It would be great to catch up. Mind if I join you?
Oh, I’m sorry, but you can’t.
She put her hand out as if to ward him off. I’m meeting someone for lunch.
Carla’s expression turned wary as she glanced nervously over her shoulder. He thought it strange as the front door to the diner was behind him, not her. Listen, I only have a short break for lunch, then I need to get back to work. Please excuse me.
She looked past him, lifting a hand to flag down the busy waitress.
What can I get you, Carla?
A blond woman, wearing a nametag that read Ashley, plunked two glasses of water on the table, then pulled a notepad out of her apron pocket.
We’ll have the usual, thanks, Ashley.
Carla looked at him one last time. Enjoy your visit with your family.
The dismissive tone in Carla’s voice put him on edge. A glance at the ring finger of her left hand confirmed she wasn’t wearing an engagement or wedding ring, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. He wasn’t sure where Carla worked, but it could be somewhere that didn’t allow jewelry.
Was she living in McNally Bay now? When they were young, she’d wanted nothing more than to get away.
He gave himself a mental shake. What did he care? It wasn’t as if he was planning to move back to McNally Bay anytime soon. Their intense but brief bout of puppy love had burned out when they’d both gone their separate ways. He’d gone to the University of Wisconsin–Madison while she’d been accepted at the University of Iowa. They’d promised to keep in touch and had for a few weeks, until the distance and adjustment to being in college had gotten in the way.
Carla turned and rummaged in her purse, no doubt as a way to convince him to move along. It wasn’t difficult to figure out she was meeting a man for lunch and didn’t want or need him hanging around.
Good to see you, Carla.
He waited for her to acknowledge him before turning away.
Take care, Jesse.
She didn’t meet his gaze and again glanced nervously over her shoulder. Maybe the guy joining her was in the restroom.
Disappointed, he moved away and looked for someplace to sit. Glancing at the counter, he noticed there was one open spot. He made his way toward the stool when a young girl who looked to be around eight or nine years old, with the same auburn hair as Carla’s, came running toward the booth from somewhere in the back of the diner.
Mom! Guess what? Miss Daisy said I could earn some money walking her dog each day! Now in the summer, and once I’m back in school.
Mom? Jesse frowned and watched as the girl slid into the seat across from Carla.
She’ll pay me five dollars to walk Bucky for an hour every day,
the girl continued. It’s going to be awesome. I’m going to save up enough money to buy my own phone.
That’s great, Cassie.
From where Jesse stood, he could tell Carla was shifting uncomfortably in her seat while studiously avoiding his gaze.
A sick feeling washed over him as he studied the girl. Her features were exactly like those of her mother, auburn hair, porcelain skin, and green eyes, but her gestures and mannerisms reminded him of Jazz.
He stared in shock. No. It couldn’t be. Could it?
Carla?
He hadn’t realized he’d called her name out loud until she turned to look at him.
The guilt shadowing her green gaze was all it took. In that instant, he knew.
Cassie was his daughter.
NOOOO!
Carla’s silent scream echoed in her mind as realization dawned in Jesse’s dark gaze. In a heartbeat, he came toward them with a glint of fire in his eyes, and she did her best to ward him off with a narrow glare.
I’m sorry, Jesse, but this isn’t a good time.
She managed to keep her voice level yet stern. Maybe we can talk later?
When?
Jesse demanded as he loomed over her. She wanted to jump to her feet and push him back, but she knew that would only cause a scene.
As if they weren’t making a spectacle of themselves already. Carla felt several pairs of curious eyes, including Betty Cromwell’s, staring at them. News of this meeting was going to spread around town faster than flies swarmed fresh meat.
She’d never told anyone who Cassie’s father was. Especially not her parents. Her father had been so upset upon finding out she was pregnant he’d slapped her across the face, screaming at her that the father better not be one of those no-good McNallys. Less than five minutes later, he’d clutched his chest, going sweaty and pale. He’d crumpled to the floor while she’d called 911 and then began performing CPR. Her father had made it to the nearest hospital but had never woken up. He’d died a week later, leaving a heavy sense of guilt that lingered to this day.
Mom? Is something wrong?
Cassie asked, picking up on the tension between the adults.
Not at all.
She tried to paste a smile on her face. She needed Jesse to pipe down or the entire town would know the truth before sundown. She glanced up at Jesse. I get off work at eight o’clock tonight. We can talk then, okay?
Jesse didn’t look happy with the delay but too bad. There was nothing she could do to change it. She’d taken over managing the grocery store two years ago, after her mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Meals with Cassie were the only indulgence she allowed herself these days.
And she wasn’t about to let Jesse ruin this one.
Fine,
he finally agreed. Where can I pick you up?
She didn’t want to admit she lived in the same house she’d grown up in. I’ll meet you at Gino’s.
Jesse hesitated, then nodded curtly. His gaze lingered for a moment on Cassie, and she knew he wanted to be introduced. Cass, this is an old friend of mine, Jesse McNally. Jesse, my daughter, Cassandra.
Hi.
Cassie smiled up at him. Do you live in the McNally Mansion?
Cassie’s blunt question caused Jesse’s features to relax into a smile. No, I live in Chicago, but my sister Jemma lives there. It’s not a mansion anymore, though. It’s a bed and breakfast.
What’s that?
Cassie asked, ever the curious one.
Like a hotel, only the guests are offered free breakfast in the morning,
Carla explained.
Cool.
Cass seemed to take the explanation in stride. Nice to meet you, Mr. McNally.
Please call me . . .
Jesse’s voice trailed off, and he once again caught her gaze. She stiffened in her seat. There was no way in the world she was getting into this discussion now. No matter how much this older adult version of Jesse reminded her of happier times.
You may call him Mr. Jesse,
she said to her daughter.
Okay. Bye, Mr. Jesse.
Nice to meet you, Cassie.
Jesse’s eyes looked suspiciously moist as he turned away. Carla twisted her hands together under the table, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
She’d briefly considered leaving with Cassie for a few days while Jesse was in town, but July was the height of tourist season for McNally Bay, and the grocery store was exceptionally busy. Besides, she never expected Jesse would stick around long enough to run into her. Much less, see Cassie.
But he had. And now he knew the truth. Even worse, it was clear he had no intention of leaving them alone.
He looked the same, yet different. Older and wiser? Maybe. Yet the moment she’d caught a whiff of his aftershave, she’d shivered as memories washed over her.
No. She couldn’t, wouldn’t deal with this now. She took a sip of her water and eyed her daughter across the table. Tell me, Cass, what kind of dog is Bucky?
He’s a Goldendoodle, which means he’s part Golden retriever and part poodle,
her daughter explained. But not a small poodle, a big one. He has golden curly hair and is super friendly. Miss Daisy says he’s a puppy with lots of energy, so I’m supposed to take him for really long walks each day.
I see.
Carla wasn’t really thinking about Bucky