Falling For Zoe (The Camerons of Tide's Way #1)

Falling for Zoe

Jake Cameron won’t risk hurting his best friend by admitting he loves her.

Little does he know . . . that’s what hurts her the most.

Zoe Callahan, pregnant with the child her ex-boyfriend doesn’t want, adores her ramshackle new home in the seaside town of Tide’s Way, North Carolina. When she meets handsome Jake Cameron, her next-door neighbor who offers some fixer-upper help, her heart goes out to him instantly. He’s the doting dad to three daughters and the kind caretaker to a mom-in-law with early Alzheimer’s. Jake is equally smitten with Zoe.

But Jake, a contractor and volunteer firefighter from a close-knit family of brothers and a sister, won’t risk a romance that could disrupt his family after his ex-wife nearly destroyed it.

Despite Jake’s efforts to hide his feelings, he and Zoe quickly form an unbreakable bond. Zoe discovers love hasn’t given up on her, even if the father of her unborn child did. Now she just needs to figure out why Jake is so determined not to let the heady attraction that sizzles between them turn into something more than friendship.

Then disaster strikes, and Jake is Zoe’s rescuer. He already has her heart, but now, in spite of the rift that has come between them, she must trust him with her life and the life of her baby. And Jake must trust himself.

———

“With a deft hand and engaging style, Skye Taylor creates a realistic story with heart that captivates. Falling for Zoe is a story of tough pasts, tough choices. Ms. Taylor proves that while real families are messy, if you keep your heart open, love heals the deepest wounds. Don’t miss this book.”

—Vicki Hinze, USA Today Bestselling Author

“Falling For Zoe is a romantic gem.”

—
Cheryl Reavis
,
author of
The First Boy I Loved
and RWA RITA Award winner

Other Titles by Skye Taylor from Bell Bridge Books

The Camerons of Tide’s Way Series

Book 1: Falling for Zoe

Book 2: Loving Meg
(Coming in 2015)

Falling for Zoe

Book 1 of The Camerons of Tide’s Way Series

by

Skye Taylor

Bell Bridge Books

Copyright

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events or locations is entirely coincidental.

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For Evelyn

Mom, you were the wind beneath my wings, and I miss you.

To My Readers

The Camerons are a big, close-knit, often noisy, sometimes pesky, but always loving family. Descendants of hard-working folk who came from Scotland with little more than the clothes on their back and a steadfast faith in God, the Camerons are a patriotic, enterprising clan more apt to spend their spare time volunteering in the service of others than playing golf or checking their investment accounts. They’ve settled in Tide’s Way, a little town that grew up around the old Jolee Plantation in Coastal North Carolina, and planted their roots deep.

An orphan at eighteen, Sandy Marshall Cameron always dreamed of having a big family. Then she married Cam, and her dream came true. She loves every moment of it, especially worrying about her grown children when they let her and fussing over a growing brood of grandchildren. Jake is her baby, and he’s made a few mistakes in his life, but she’s proud of the man he’s become. She can’t kiss away his hurts as she did when he was little, but her love and encouragement are always there when he needs it most. So come on down to Tide’s Way and meet Jake and his family, and the new neighbor, Zoe, who challenges everything Jake thought he knew about himself. I hope you enjoy
Falling for Zoe
as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Chapter 1

JAKE CAMERON sorted through the stack of mail as he walked back up his driveway from the mailbox. With the afternoon sun of a perfect North Carolina spring day glaring off the white envelope, Jake shaded his eyes with one hand. As his eyes adjusted, he focused on the official court seal and hesitated, struck with a sudden sinking sensation. Then he flipped quickly past it, past two bills and a grocery store flyer, to a small pink envelope.

He plucked the pink envelope from the bundle and sniffed it. He studied the neat, unfamiliar handwriting. The return address was unfamiliar. A faint hint of perfume intrigued, yet puzzled. Jake had a houseful of females, but no one special who might send him scented notes. He gave up trying to figure it out and opened it.

Dear Mr. Cameron,
the note began in the same neat feminine hand.
You insisted you were just doing your job, but I had to write to tell you thank you again. Your courage, going back into that house when all appeared lost to bring my little dog out, means everything to me. Buttons is all I have left in this world and I would have been so lost without him. It’s reassuring to me to know there are men like you in the Tide’s Way Fire Department watching out for our safety. Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. Dorothy Ostringer

Jake slid the note back into the little envelope. Suddenly the name Ostringer flashed in his brain like a warning light on the dashboard of his car. His heart lurched as if he’d been punched in the solar plexus. Were they related? Couldn’t be. In spite of the uncommon name. It had to be a coincidence.

Karen Ostringer and her little boy lingered in his memories, the what-ifs playing out in his imagination far too often. Logically, he knew his accidental presence at the birth of that baby had not in any way been responsible for the frail little preemie’s failure to survive, but Jake couldn’t help wishing things had been different, and it haunted him. He felt honored to be part of the volunteer fire crew and found it satisfying and rewarding. But back then he’d been a raw recruit, off-duty and alone, and he wasn’t a trained EMT even now.

He shoved the pink envelope back into the pile. Then he glanced again the court seal on the large white envelope. He closed his eyes and tried to regain the sense of contentment he’d had before going out to retrieve the mail. He listened to the soft snap of his flag fluttering in the breeze and the cheerful chatter of his twins up in their tree house where they were engaged in some intense project involving beach shells and copious amounts of glue. Ava was in the kitchen fixing something new for dinner, and at least so far today, Celia hadn’t done anything dumb. It might not have been what he’d once dreamed of for himself, but it was a life he’d become comfortable with.

The rumble of a diesel engine and the grinding of gears caught his attention. He opened his eyes to see a red and white van with the familiar logo of a well-known Wilmington moving company. Thankful for any diversion to replace the unwanted melancholy, Jake tossed the stack of mail onto the bench inside the garage door and stepped back outside to watch the movers.

The big van negotiated the sharp turn between the crumbling old brick gateposts guarding their little cul-de-sac and eased around the grassy little island in the center. Jake whistled in mild astonishment as it pulled to a stop in front of the once elegant Jolee homestead that squatted firmly on the rise between the road and the tidal marsh beyond. The real estate market was still agonizingly sluggish, and the neglected building had been vacant ever since the former owner had passed away. The nineteenth century homes with antiquated everything just seemed to sit forever waiting for buyers with an interest in the unique and historic, or for investors on the lookout for cheap properties they could fix and flip.

A battered Toyota pickup truck swung around the van and pulled onto the crushed shell drive. Jake started across his lawn, intending to be neighborly and welcome the new guy on the block, whatever his plan for the place.

The person who slid out of the driver’s seat took him by surprise. She had a wild mane of reddish-gold curls and a figure to grab any man’s instant attention. Jake hesitated, waiting for a husband to appear from the passenger seat, but none did. The woman turned, saw Jake, and flashed him a friendly smile.

“Hi!” the woman called in an engagingly musical voice. “Are you my new neighbor?”

Jake yanked himself out of his momentary confusion and finished covering the distance to the drive. He held out his hand. “If you’re moving into this place, then that would be a yes. Name’s Jake Cameron.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake.” Her eyes traveled down over his paint-stained T-shirt and frayed khaki shorts and came back to his face with a curious sparkle in their greenish-brown depths that made him wonder if he’d left his fly down. “I’m Zoe Callahan.”

“Sorry, I’m kind of a mess. Been painting.” He forced himself not to check the status of his zipper as he shook her hand briefly before jamming his hands into his pockets.

She wasn’t as young as he’d first thought. Late twenties maybe, or early thirties. She was attractive in a fresh-faced, girl-next-door sort of way. What, he wondered, could have induced this engaging young woman to buy a house that was going to need an army to put it to rights?

“This time next week, I’ll be the one apologizing.” Zoe jerked her head in the direction of the house. “Everything will need painting inside and out, I’m afraid.”

“It’ll take a lot more than a coat of paint to get this place ready to put back on the market.” Jake studied the peeling paint and derelict railings more closely, reflecting on how really bad it had gotten over the months the house had been vacant.

“Oh, I don’t plan to sell it.” Zoe’s hazel eyes widened in exaggerated enthusiasm. “I’m here to stay.”

“Is . . . is there a Mr. Callahan?”

“Nope! Just me and the menagerie.”

“The menagerie?” Jake felt buffeted by the level of cheerful energy radiating off the woman.

Zoe waved her hand in the direction of the pickup truck. “Yup. Three dogs, two cats, and Polly. And the fish, of course. The dogs are mine. I inherited the rest when my siblings moved out and left them behind. All except Polly. She was Michael’s, but his wife refused to have her around after they were married.”

Jake felt like taking a step backwards. “Wow!” he said weakly, trying to imagine the chaotic atmosphere her
menagerie
brought with them. Was Polly what it sounded like? He gestured vaguely in the direction of the run-down mansion. “So, you made of money, or what?”

Zoe frowned. “Made of money?”

Jake belatedly realized that his comment was both rude and intrusive, although he hadn’t meant it that way. “Just . . . it’s going to take a ton of money to fix this place up. If there’s no Mr. Callahan . . .”

Zoe’s finely arched brows peaked into a challenge.

Now he was being politically incorrect.
Nice way to impress the new neighbor, Cameron!

“You think just because I’m a woman, I can’t handle it?”

“Well, no, ma’am. I . . .” Jake fumbled. If he was honest, that was exactly what he’d been thinking. It was a beautiful place. Old, rambling, and unique, but it had been left untended for far too long. “It’s just that it needs a lot of work.”

“You sound like my father.” Zoe flipped her hand dismissively.

Sounding like Zoe’s father was clearly not a compliment.

“Sorry,” Jake muttered, mentally chastising himself. The woman definitely had spunk. “It’s really a grand old place. Lots of history. Solidly built. Back when houses were built to last for generations. Here—” He reached for his wallet and dug out a business card. “Maybe you’re already in the business, but if not, I’m in construction. I’d be glad to check it out for you. Give you some estimates. Make sure there aren’t any serious problems you’ll need to address right off. I can steer you in the direction of some good craftsmen. Might even be able help out myself on some of the stuff.”

That’s nice! Really nice. Like I don’t have enough to keep me busy as it is?
Yet, even as the warning flashed into his head, his fingers relinquished the card.

Something about Ms. Zoe Callahan had grabbed his attention the moment she’d slid from the truck and wouldn’t let go. She wasn’t beautiful, at least not in the classic sense. Nor did she appear to be the kind of siren who would be all over his brand new return to bachelorhood. Maybe it was the way her lips turned up at the corners as if she found life amusing and dared everyone else to join her. Or perhaps it was the challenge in her peaked brows, when Jake had questioned her intentions for the classic old home.

What was he thinking? Didn’t he already have a houseful of women who tested his peace and sanity? On a daily basis! Had he really just volunteered to add another?

Zoe studied the card then stuck it in her pocket. “Thanks. I just might have to take you up on it. I’m new at the whole homeowner thing.”

“Hey! Ms. Callahan! You need to get inside and tell the guys where you want things put.” The driver of the van approached with a clipboard in one hand. “And I need your check for the balance due, ma’am.”

Before Zoe could turn away, Jake opened his mouth. “You have any plans for supper? You haven’t even unpacked yet, and you probably haven’t shopped for any groceries, and you’re bound to be hungry.” He was babbling, and he must sound like an idiot. But her kitchen wouldn’t be ready to cook in until sometime tomorrow at the earliest. There was always room for one more at his table.

Zoe’s mouth stretched into an engaging smile that warmed him right down to his toes and rewarded him for his impulsive offer. “That would be wonderful.” Then she looked at her watch. “What time?”

“Sixish sound okay?” Jake would have to warn Ava that there would be a guest for supper.

“Six is great. Any meal I don’t have to prepare myself sounds heavenly.” Zoe flashed him another captivating grin and turned back to the van driver.

What have I done?
Jake shook his head in disbelief.
The last thing I need is another female in my already crazy life no matter how cute she is. I can’t believe I just gave her an open invitation to add her projects to the demands on my time and energy. That place is going to need a mountain of fixing up.
He had the sudden, uneasy conviction that Zoe Callahan’s arrival in his life was going to turn out to be even more unsettling than the arrival of the divorce decree.