Hart's Harbor
By Deb Kastner
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Kyle thought masquerading as an engaged couple was a brilliant solution. But that was before he found solace and a purpose in the small town. And before he fell in love with Gracie. Kyle knew Gracie was exactly what he needed in his life, but she yearned to spread her wings. Could Kyle convince her that the only place she truly belonged was by his side?
Deb Kastner
~Love Courageously~Award-winning author Deb Kastner writes stories of faith, family and community in a small-town western setting. Deb’s books contain sigh-worthy heroes and strong heroines facing obstacles that draw them closer to each other and the Lord. She lives in Colorado with her husband. She is blessed with three grown daughters and two grandchildren. She enjoys spoiling her grandkids, movies, music, reading, musical theater and exploring Colorado on horseback.
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Hart's Harbor - Deb Kastner
Chapter One
"Dr. Hart! Wait up!"
Dr. Kyle Hart whirled on his heels and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his white lab coat, automatically searching for one of the apple-flavored candies he’d placed there earlier. Closing his fingers around a candy, he quickly and one-handedly unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth, while his other hand automatically brushed back through his thick black hair.
His flame-haired, emerald-eyed, swift-smiling and enchantingly gregarious nurse, Gracie Adams, was heading his direction, patently limping on her high-heeled pumps and waving a clipboard over her head, papers flapping and pencils flying everywhere.
Kyle pursed his lips, trying to hide his amusement, though he knew it must show from his eyes. A person would think, looking at Gracie, that she was in the direst need of his assistance.
He highly doubted it. In the small, cozy town of Safe Harbor, Wisconsin, very little rated of truly direst need. Gracie Adams just happened to be one of those women for whom everything was an emergency.
He smiled as she approached, and gestured lightly in the direction of her clipboard. What is it this time, Gracie?
She looked him straight in the eye, which surprisingly wasn’t hard for her to do. At six feet two inches tall, Kyle towered over most women and a good many men; but Gracie was tall and lithe, a natural-born model if ever there was one.
New York would love her.
Gracie ought to be a fancy New York runway model, now that he thought about it. She would be a raging success in the city with that hair and that figure.
But Kyle would never be the one to suggest such a thing to her. Gracie possessed a sweet, small-town charm he wouldn’t want to see her lose, much less be the one who pointed her in that direction.
Kyle knew firsthand how dark a big city could feel, what being around a profusion of cynical people could do to a man.
Or a woman.
He wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy, and definitely not on a small-town sweetheart like the lovely and spirited Gracie Adams.
Kyle smiled at her, and Gracie returned his grin with one of her own contagious smiles. Her expression, however, remained just a little bit suspicious, from Kyle’s perspective. He wondered what she had to be suspicious about.
What do you need?
he asked again, wondering if he really wanted to hear the answer, and deciding that, whatever the risk, he did want to know what was going on in that pretty head of hers, though he might live to regret it in the long run. What is it you need me to do for you, Gracie?
I think we ought to run off together.
Kyle’s jaw dropped, and for a moment he did nothing but stare at her, stunned immobile from the top of his head to the tips of his cowboy-booted feet. Even his tongue refused to work, though he tried frantically in that one moment to make a witty comeback. Or at least to say something. Anything.
The moment seemed a lifetime to Kyle, but he knew in reality it had only actually only been the space of a breath. He blinked hard and recovered nearly as fast as he’d frozen, straightening and looking her right in the eye with a wink.
Gracie was obviously trying to unsettle him. Which, he admitted wryly, and only to himself, she had done quite successfully. For that one small moment in time, he’d almost believed her.
Almost.
Not that he was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she’d yanked the proverbial rug from under him. He had his pride.
Where do you want to run to?
he asked cryptically. Paris? London? A tropical island in the Bahamas, perhaps?
She groaned and shook her head fervently, waving him away with the open palm of her free hand. Anywhere, as long as it’s not here.
He chuckled at her candor. "And what is wrong with here?"
Mmm. Yes, well, let’s just say I want to see the big, wide world before I settle down to small-town insignificance.
Her tone was teasing, but Kyle sensed the truth behind her words. He reached out an arm and grasped her elbow, half to guide her down the hall, and half to reassure her she wasn’t alone. He took her clipboard and tossed it on a nearby counter. Believe me, Gracie, you’re not missing anything. Safe Harbor is as good as it gets.
She looked at him, her gaze wide, and her full lips turned down with just enough stubbornness to hint of a pout. Don’t be discouraging.
"Well, it’s true. And you’re avoiding my question. What’s wrong with here, anyway?"
Gracie just stared back at him without answering, her sparkling eyes full of the thoughts she refused to speak aloud.
He stopped and turned in front of her, forcing her to look up at him. Gracie, why do you want to run away from home?
The silence was deafening, at least from Kyle’s point of view. He made it a rule to stay out of others’ personal lives, and the one time he’d made an exception, he’d managed to stun his usually chatter-friendly nurse into complete silence.
I’m afraid I can’t do Paris this afternoon,
he added when she continued to stare at him as if he’d grown a second nose. I have patients scheduled for this afternoon, and I wouldn’t want to let them down. I’m sure you have patients of your own to attend to. But we can do lunch if you’d like.
Lunch?
She still looked dazed, but at least he had her talking.
Sure. You know, a little food, a cup of strong, hot coffee…we can set every tongue at the Women’s League wagging without even leaving town. Stir up a little gossip, you know?
She arched an eyebrow, and he chuckled softly at his own joke. What do you say? Does that sound good to you or not?
He turned to her side, put a hand to the small of her back and gestured her to the right, down another hallway that led to the rear entrance to the building. He didn’t really want any tongues wagging—not with his name attached to them, anyway. He was staying here in Safe Harbor to lay low for a while, not to become a public spectacle ripe for town gossip.
But for some unexplained reason, he felt obligated to Gracie Adams. Somewhere within the conversation, he had become personally committed to getting that beaming smile back on her lovely face, even at the expense of his own anonymity.
As if summoned by his reflection, her smile returned, illuminating her face like the lighthouse at the end of town. It has potential.
What has potential? The wagging tongues, or the food?
She pursed her lips, then answered decisively. Food.
He chuckled and shook his head. So what are you in the mood for? What sounds good to you? The Bistro or Harry’s Kitchen?
He realized as soon as he asked the question how obvious, almost foolish, it sounded. The Bistro was clearly the type of restaurant tantamount to Gracie’s unique style and personality. A real gentleman would not have hesitated. He’d simply have taken her to the classy joint.
Harry’s,
she said immediately, to Kyle’s surprise. She tugged on his arm so he would face her. And I’m buying.
His pride welled up in quick defense. I was the one who suggested it, Gracie. I’m buying,
he retorted in a vain attempt to salvage what was left of his injured male dignity.
Gracie snorted a laugh and took his arm, pulling him down the hallway. What annoyed him most was that he let her do it.
Don’t be stubborn, Hart. I’m going to buy you lunch, and you’re going to let me.
The pixieish smile she flashed him let him know without a doubt she’d won this battle.
And she knew it.
Do you always get what you want?
he asked, holding the door for her as they exited the Safe Harbor Family Practice building where they’d both spent a busy morning helping patients. The sun was shining brightly, and they both donned their sunglasses as they walked.
Gracie shrugged, appearing not to take the least offense at his less than innocent question. Oh, pretty much.
She paused and met his gaze, her smile fading into a playful pout that left him wondering what she was really thinking. Except when it really counts.
Leaving Safe Harbor,
he supplied for her, taking a stab in the dark.
She nodded.
Kyle wondered not for the first time why Gracie was so intent on leaving such a charming small town. The town she’d been born and raised in.
He was certainly glad to be in Safe Harbor, and he was especially glad Gracie was here now, with him. Apart from his friends Robert and Wendy McGuire, who’d been fundamental in bringing him to Safe Harbor a couple of months ago, Gracie was one of the few people here with whom he felt genuinely comfortable talking, at least beyond exchanging simple, civil niceties.
She was brutally honest, but he found he liked that in a woman—or at least, this woman.
Besides, she was a real trip to be around. He never knew what to expect with her. Never knew what she would say or do. In his staid and somewhat stoic life, she was a refreshing breath of air.
He’d never before been in as intimate a situation with her as this lunch situation proposed, but she was a close friend of the McGuires and had been introduced to him early on in his stay at Safe Harbor as someone he particularly ought to get to know. Perhaps there had even been a certain suggestive gleam in his old friend Robert’s eyes. And since she also worked in the clinic with him, he’d had ample opportunity to get to know her.
At least superficially.
This was the first time she’d shared any information of any real depth with him, though she was certainly friendly enough in offering cursory details of her life. He’d always known there was more to her than she was letting on, layers she was merely hinting at in her conversation.
But whatever she had tucked away in that pretty head of hers had remained that way, and he’d respected that privacy up until now.
He had his own secrets to keep, too.
But now, he’d accidentally scratched beneath the surface of Gracie’s because of the guess he’d made about her desire to leave Safe Harbor. Which was, he mused uneasily, nothing more than conjecture for him.
Who would have known a man like him, who preferred a medical manual to any kind of emotion whatsoever, would be able to come remotely close to—never mind actually being able to guess—the inner motives of a young woman with so much going for her right here in town?
Gracie loudly cleared her throat, and Kyle was pulled from his musings to discover she was staring at him as if he’d grown two heads.
He shrugged his shoulders and flashed her a crooked, apologetic grin.
Let’s walk to the restaurant,
Gracie suggested, stepping one foot off the curb and looking back, eagerly holding her hand out for him to follow and smiling in earnest.
Kyle readily agreed. How could he resist? It was a warm spring afternoon, slightly exceptional for May in Wisconsin, though in fact he wouldn’t know personally since this was his first, and probably only, year in the state, having been born and bred in the Lone Star State.
Texas.
Kyle took a deep, ragged breath and forced his dark memories as deeply as they’d go into the back recesses of his mind. Now wasn’t the time to be treading back on his melancholy. He’d already been brooding enough in poor Gracie’s company.
It was a wonderful, sunshine-filled day, and he was with a beautiful woman. The air was ripe with spring, with the pungent scent of budding flowers and fresh green grass just after its first spring mow.
A man couldn’t ask for more blessings than that, now could he?
Gracie, Kyle realized with a start, had been chattering along as they went, while he’d been completely consumed by his thoughts. And, he also realized bluntly, he hadn’t a single clue as to what she had said.
She was quiet now, though, observing him with a tantalizing tilt of her head that sent the sunlight shimmering off the highlights of her red hair.
A penny for your thoughts,
she said, her voice rich and warm.
He chuckled awkwardly and jammed his fingers through his thick black hair. Trust me, Gracie, you don’t want to know.
Judging from the jewel-fine gleam in her eyes and the way she cocked her hands on her hips just so, she was obviously going to argue the point, but he quickly cut her short.
We’re at the restaurant,
he pointed out, gesturing to the front door of Harry’s Kitchen. And I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry enough to eat a whole menu’s worth of items. Let’s go in and get a table before we end up having to wait.
She pressed her full lips together and surveyed him keenly. Kyle—
she began, and then stopped without finishing her sentence. She stared at him a moment more, and then said, Okay. Let’s go in.
Relief flooded through him. Thankfully, she wasn’t going to press the issue. But that emotion was quickly followed by a surprising surge of another, less familiar feeling.
Disappointment.
Look, Hart, the whole town must be in here for lunch today,
Gracie exclaimed, obviously pleased by that tidbit of information.
Kyle wasn’t so sure how he felt. He looked around at the green-upholstered booths of the eating establishment and indeed, there were many familiar faces staring wide-eyed back at him, waving him—and Gracie—inside the door with eager grins.
Feral grins, he thought caustically, at least on some of the older women he knew from church. They’d had their matchmaking eyes on him ever since he’d arrived in Safe Harbor.
In Kyle’s mind, and in his newly unattached state, there wasn’t a thing in this world more daunting than a group of determined, small-town ladies wanting to hitch a man up to the marriage wagon, and no amount of objection made a difference in their minds, or in their plans. He had protested, as politely but loudly as possible, for what little good that did him.
He was a reasonably young, and reasonably—ahem—handsome, single man in a small town with an abundance of young, single women. As far as the self-appointed town matchmakers were concerned, he was fair game. No amount of denial on his part would make them see the light.
The only light the older members of the Safe Harbor Women’s League wanted to see was candles at the end of a sanctuary aisle with a white wedding runner leading right up to it. And him in a tux, smack-dab in the middle of the whole picture.
He could see the news on the front page of the Safe Harbor Courier already—Wedding Bells Ahead for Dr. Kyle and Nurse Gracie.
It almost sounded like a soap opera. He slid a look at Gracie, but she’d already headed off toward the first table to greet some of her friends. She was grasping hands and hugging necks and kissing cheeks and being her sweet, charming self.
What man wouldn’t be proud to walk into a restaurant with a woman like Gracie Adams on his arm?
He smiled in spite of himself. Gracie was animated and pretty, the perfect woman to charm a bitter widower’s heart. It was a compliment to him that they considered him dating material for her.
But the Women’s League would have to look elsewhere to pair Gracie Adams up.
True, a man would be foolish to not want a woman like Gracie in his life and in his heart.
But Kyle wasn’t any man. He didn’t have a heart left to