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  When We Left

  Elena Aitken

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  Contents

  When We Left

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

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  When We Left

  She needs a fresh start. He needs her to see how he’s changed. Can time really heal everything…even a broken heart?

  Sixteen years ago, rejected by her high school sweetheart, Cam Riley ran straight into the arms of a man who wouldn’t hurt her. Or so she thought. Now, reeling from a painful divorce, and with a troubled teenager in tow, Cam is headed home to heal and start over.

  When Officer Evan Anderson pulls over the black SUV with out of state plates, he can hardly believe his eyes when the woman behind the wheel turns out to be none other than his first love. All those years ago, he hadn’t been good enough for her, and he knew it. But time has a way of changing things, and the badge on his chest isn’t the only thing new.

  Cam’s got her hands full trying to keep her daughter out of trouble and come to grips with her new life. The last thing she needs is to get involved with Evan again. He broke her heart once; she’s not about to let it happen again. But their attraction is hard to ignore, and the connection that existed between them so many years ago, is still very much alive.

  This could be the second chance they’ve always wanted, but there are years of hurt and misunderstandings between them. Never mind the truth of the past and the reality of the present that could once again threaten to pull them apart. This time for good.

  Chapter One

  When she looked back on it, she should have hung up on him. In fact, as soon as she saw his number come up on the screen, she should have tossed her cell phone out the window.

  But she hadn’t.

  No. Of course not. A sucker for punishment, Cam Spears—no, strike that. Cam Riley—now was as good a time as any to go back to her maiden name—picked up her cell phone, steered her SUV with one hand and actually tried to have a conversation with her two-timing, philandering, no-good, son-of-a-bitch ex-husband. Well, he wasn’t her ex yet. But he would be, soon. Hopefully very soon.

  She’d spent way too much time turning the other way and pretending she didn’t see what was going on right in front of her. Which was one affair after another.

  “What do you want?” It wasn’t the politest way to answer the phone, but there was no way Ryan actually deserved anything resembling manners from her anyway.

  “I’m returning your call, Cam.” He sighed in that way that might as well have said, “I’m far too important to deal with whatever it is you have to say.”

  Cam swallowed hard in a vain effort to control the wave of emotions that made her want to simultaneously scream obscenities and break down sobbing from frustration. “Right,” she said as calmly as she could manage. After all, he was right. She had called him. “I wanted to talk to you about…” She glanced in the passenger seat at her teenage daughter. True to form, Morgan had her earbuds in, eyes closed and arms crossed. She was either sleeping or contemplating how much she hated her mother. Either way, she wasn’t listening. “I wanted to talk to you about Morgan,” she continued. “I’m hoping that a fresh start in a new town and a new school will be just what she needs to get her grades up and her attitude sorted out. And since no one knows her, she won’t have to worry about the—”

  “Right. Okay.”

  Cam tried to ignore the distracted tone in his voice.

  “I’ve been really worried about her attitude lately. I mean, it’s really gotten worse since the…”

  “The separation?”

  Cam swallowed hard and nodded. It wasn’t that she was upset about the separation. Not in the way people probably expected her to be. But she was still having trouble wrapping her head around the fact that despite years of looking the other way, trying to make things work, and sacrificing her own needs and wants in favor of keeping their marriage together, it had all been for naught. The reality of what that actually meant for her and her daughter hadn’t fully sunk in yet.

  “Right,” she said. “Anyway, I’m getting concerned that maybe she’s—”

  “I’m sure you can handle it, Cam.”

  Cam swerved slightly to the right before she corrected the steering wheel. “Pardon?”

  The sigh again. “Come on, Cam. Honestly, why are you bothering me with this right now?”

  “Bothering you?” She swallowed hard and struggled to keep her emotions in check. “Because she’s your daughter, Ryan. We may be getting a divorce, but that doesn’t change things with Morgan. We agreed to co-parent.”

  “About that…”

  “About what exactly?”

  “Well, things are kind of new between me and Chastity right now and with you moving out of town…Well, I think it might be easier if you could just handle things while Morgan is with you and when she’s with me, I’ll handle things. Ya know?”

  There was no way he’d just said that. “Pardon?”

  “It would be different if you stayed in town, Cam.”

  Stayed? There was no way she could have stayed in Portland. Not after what he’d done. Which was basically outing his affair and announcing his love child all over local television. As the co-anchors for the local evening news, Ryan and his new, much younger co-host, Chastity Newberry had been openly flirting on-air for months. Every time Cam mentioned it, Ryan brushed it off. But Cam wasn’t stupid; she’d known about Ryan’s indiscretions for years. He’d always been discreet about them and considering the love between them had died long before, Cam hadn’t cared. Not really. Besides, he took good care of them, and there was no point stirring things up and blowing up their lives, just because they didn’t love each other.

  The ostrich approach had worked out well for Cam, too. At least until the weatherman, on the six o’clock news, with the entire greater Portland area watching—including everyone they knew—made an offhanded comment about the happy new family to be. There wasn’t a sandbox deep enough for Cam to bury her head into after that.

  She’d been humiliated in front of everyone. When Ryan came home, and told her he was in love with Chastity, and he wanted a divorce, Cam knew there was only one place for her to go.

  “You know I couldn’t stay.” The words came out too soft, almost sad. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Besides,” she said with a much stronger voice. “This isn’t about me. It’s about Morgan. I need you to—”

  “You don’t need anything from me. I’ll always be there to love and support her and she knows that, but I can’t get involved in your little parenting dramas right now. Besides, my lawyer doesn’t think it’s a good idea for us to be communicating. Not until the divorce is final.”

  Divorce. He made it sound so simple. So cold and clinical. As if almost fifteen years of marriage could be erased with a few pieces of paper. She didn’t want to care, but she did because the truth was, even thou
gh she hadn’t been in love with Ryan for a long time—maybe ever—there had still been a lot of positive in their relationship. A lot of good times, happy times and special memories. That couldn’t just be wiped out with a few signatures on a piece of paper. Could it?

  She ignored the feelings that tried to bubble up and tried to get back to the point. “Ryan, you’re only going to see her once a month. That’s hardly—”

  “About that,” he interrupted her. “I don’t think that’s very practical for me and with Morgan getting settled into a new school and everything—maybe if we did one weekend every two months instead?”

  “What?”

  “I’ll have my lawyer contact yours.”

  The car jerked to the left. Cam quickly corrected it. “Wait.” She struggled to wrap her mind around what he was saying. He didn’t want to see their daughter? For everything she might have thought about Ryan as a husband, she never would have guessed that he’d be a bad father. “I don’t—”

  “Distracted driving is against the law, Mom.”

  Cam’s head swung around to see Morgan staring at her, her lips pressed together, her eyes narrowed and attitude radiating from her pores. She was awake? How much had she heard?

  “I’m not driving—”

  “Yes, you are.” Sighed with the drama that only a teenager was capable of.

  “Cam, are you driving right now?”

  “And there’s a sign over there that says distracted driving is against the law in Washington.” Morgan tapped her finger against the glass.

  “I know it is, but…” She had bigger problems than holding a phone to her ear. How much had Morgan heard her say? “Morgan, you shouldn’t have heard—”

  “What?” Ryan barked in her ear. “Is she right there? Did Morgan hear you talking? Dammit, Cam. You should know better than—”

  “Mom?”

  “Cam. I can’t believe you’d be so irresponsible.”

  “Me?” She slammed her hand down on the steering wheel. “I shouldn’t be so irresponsible?” She yelled into the phone, no longer caring what Morgan overheard, at least for the moment. “Are you kidding me right now?”

  “Mom?” Morgan glanced quickly behind her, but Cam barely noticed. “You should put your phone down.”

  With voices coming at her from all sides and her stupid emotions threatening to get completely out of control, Cam could hardly think and she definitely couldn’t concentrate on the road, let alone on what anyone was actually saying. That’s why when the siren sounded behind her, her first reaction was to slam on the brakes, followed by a loud, “Shit!” when she saw the flashing lights of the police car in her rearview mirror.

  “Cam, what is—”

  She ended the call, cut off Ryan’s voice, and held the offending phone in her hand as though it were going to explode. She looked to Morgan for backup, but her daughter just shook her head and rolled her eyes.

  Cam watched through the mirror as the officer stepped out of his car.

  “Shit. Shit. Shit.” Cam shook her head before she realized what she’d just said. As a positive example, she was doing a lousy job lately. To put it mildly. “Oh, Morgan. I’m sorry I swore. I shouldn’t have used obscenities just because I was stressed out.”

  “Whatever.” Morgan shrugged with indifference, but the satisfied smirk on her face gave her away. “I told you you should have put the phone down.” She put her earbud back in and looked out the window.

  There were a lot of things Officer Evan Anderson could ignore. Parking a little too close to the stop sign to run in and grab a coffee at Daisy’s Diner. Sneaking up a few miles over the speed limit right at the edge of town where, in his opinion, fifteen miles was ridiculously slow anyway. Jaywalking across Main Street to say hello to a neighbor. These were all things Evan had no problem ignoring.

  Driving erratically while talking on a cell phone was not one of those things. Distracted driving was dangerous and there was no way Evan was going to let it happen. Not in his town. Especially from someone with out-of-state plates.

  With his lights flashing, he left his cruiser on the side of the road and made his way to the black SUV. Evan knew all the cars in Timber Creek, and most of the visiting family and friends too, and he certainly hadn’t seen such a flashy-looking Expedition around town with Oregon plates before. Whoever it was who thought they could drive like an asshole in his town was about to get sorted out. He may not have respected Timber Creek the way he should have when he was still young and stupid, but that had changed. A lot. These days he took pride in protecting his hometown and making sure others respected it as much as he did.

  He scratched down the license plate number before he made his way to the driver’s side and rapped on the tinted window with the back of his hand. Evan began to talk the second the window moved down. “License and registration. Do you know why I pulled you over—”

  The words died on his lips as the driver came into view. It was easy to see the woman behind the wheel was frazzled. Likely because she’d just been pulled over. But that’s not what caught his attention, froze the words on his lips, and caused his heart to do a weird double flip in his chest. No, it was the familiar blonde hair—a little darker now—the profile of the nose he’d recognize anywhere because there had once been a time when he’d kissed the tip of it every single day, and then—when she turned to face him—her eyes.

  Cam.

  She was back? How was it even possible? He couldn’t formulate a thought. Nothing coherent anyway and definitely nothing that would be remotely appropriate.

  Fortunately, Cam spoke first. “Evan? Is that you?”

  He blinked and swallowed hard, forcing himself to call on his army training to remain as stoic as possible and not let a damn thing show on his face. There was no doubt he was failing miserably, but it was better than nothing. “Cam?”

  She smiled, but it didn’t come close to reaching her eyes. “Yeah. It’s been awhile. I can’t believe you’re a…well, you’re a…”

  “Cop?” He relaxed a little, seeing that she, too, was just as shocked. For sixteen years he’d dreamed about seeing her again. He’d fantasized about what it would be like to talk to her, to hold her, to—no. That clearly wasn’t going to happen. It was still a traffic stop, after all.

  Although writing a ticket was the furthest thing from his mind. “You didn’t know?” He instantly regretted it. Why should she know what he was doing now? She’d left town right after graduation in search of what she used to call a future. He’d loved her more than life itself but even as an eighteen-year-old kid, he knew he was way too much of a screw-up to give her the future she deserved, so he’d let her go. Leaving him brokenhearted. And her…well, she’d moved on a long time ago. Without so much as a backward glance.

  So why was she back?

  Cam shook her head. “No. I didn’t know. But I think it’s great.” There was that not quite smile again. The longing to see the warm smile he remembered so well hit him with a ferocity he didn’t expect. “I’m really sorry if I was driving too fast, or…” She glanced down at her cell phone that sat incriminatingly in her lap. “Morgan told me not to, but I was just in the middle of a conversation, and I know it was wrong, but I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry. I mean, I know you’ll have to give me a ticket and all, but—”

  “Morgan?” For the first time, he noticed the teenager sitting in the passenger seat. He’d been so focused on Cam he hadn’t seen past her.

  “Hey.” The girl waved sarcastically, no doubt very much aware of his preoccupation.

  “My daughter. Morgan.”

  Daughter? She had a daughter. Of course she did. He knew she had a kid. But it was one thing to know she was happily married and had the life and family she’d always talked about. And a very different thing to see it with his own eyes. But he couldn’t be surprised. Cam deserved it and it was all he ever wanted for her. But if that was true, why was there a flash of pain at the idea that it was somebody else who’d given it
to her?

  He smiled and nodded his head in the direction of the girl who looked as if she’d like to be anywhere but sitting in that car. “Nice to meet you, Morgan.”

  Cam’s face turned red and she flapped her hands around a little, distracting him. “Here I am, not even back in town for five minutes and I’m already causing trouble.”

  “You’re not causing trouble.” He flipped his notebook closed and tucked it away in his pocket. There was no way he was going to write Cam a ticket. “What brings you back to town anyway?” He instantly regretted the question. Not because he didn’t want to know. He did. Badly. Her parents moved to Arizona years ago, and as far as he knew, she hadn’t been back since high school. Why now? That’s what he really wanted to ask her, but when her mouth pressed into a thin line and she glanced down at her lap for just a second before she looked up again, her face now lined with a sadness and exhaustion that hadn’t been there before, he regretted asking anything at all because the Cam he once knew slipped a little farther away.

  “It was time,” was all she said in response. “And we really should get going. If you wouldn’t mind finishing up with my…”

  “Oh.” He shook his head and gave her a grin. “I’m going to let you off with a warning today. Keep your phone in your purse, okay?”

  “You don’t have to…I mean, you have to. Give me a ticket, I mean.” She stumbled awkwardly over her words and glanced over at her daughter, who watched the entire scene with veiled disinterest. “I’m trying to teach Morgan consequences, and that means that I need to accept mine, too.”