Finding Abigail

Finding Abigail

by

Carrie Ann Ryan

http://www.carrieannryan.com/

Copyright Fated Desires Publishing, LLC

Carrie Ann Ryan

February 2013

Cover by Scott Carpenter

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Finding Abigail Summary

Tyler Cooper is the town sheriff and, in the past, had been the only person keeping Holiday steady. Though the community is now finding out that it’s town is magical, Tyler has always known it—it’s in his blood. He has always known his fate of becoming a cupid, striking love into the hearts others, but an enemy from his past is set on keeping him from finding his own destiny—and love.

Abigail Clarke is leaving Holiday for good. She has to. After years of trying to fit in and make Tyler notice her, she’s giving up. She’s watched her friends fall in love and it’s heartbreaking. Acknowledging that the one man she’s always loved doesn’t want her, it’s time to move on and find her own future.

Right when the stars align and Tyler opens his eyes, his enemy is back and has his sights on Abigail. Abigail is in danger and Tyler may be the only one to stand up to him and save her.

Warning: Contains one sexy sheriff who turns into cupid, complete with bow and arrow, the sweetest teacher you’ll ever meet who needs to find her bad girl side, and a love of candy hearts that’s sure to bring them together.

Dedication

To my Street Pack who wanted Abby’s story before I knew I wanted it even more.

Acknowledgments

This was one of my favorite books to write because the people around me wanted it as much as I did. Thank you Lia Davis for helping me and being my right hand.

This book wouldn’t have been written without the help and support of my Pack, Tamara, Karen, Jo, Kelly, Fatin, and Lia included. Thank you!

Scott, your covers are amazing. You spent way too much time on this one since I didn’t know what I wanted, but thank you so much for finding the model, George. He’s my perfect Tyler.

And thank you to my readers. I hope you guys get to enjoy a special Valentine’s Day treat and get to love the Coopers as much as you do the Redwood Pack.

Chapter 1

“
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Have you found your love yet?
”

Tyler Cooper turned off the radio and cursed. No, of course he hadn’t found his love yet. He didn’t want to. Who in their right mind would want to be with someone on Valentine’s Day? All that love, warmth, and togetherness crap was nauseating. Plus, as soon as someone had a date for Valentine’s Day, suddenly warm and fuzzy images entered their minds and visions of wedding bells and engagement rings filled their dreams. It turned into crack for the lovebirds.

It was enough to make a grown man want to lock himself away in his apartment for the entire month of February. Though with the way the Coopers were falling around him, he had to be careful. Matt and Justin were already down for the count with their women; he didn’t want to be next. No women for him on that
special
day. No, he’d be in hiding—no, staying in because Coopers didn’t hide. Yeah, that sounded like a plan.

Yes, because rationalizing it like that made it
so
much better.

The sun beat down on Tyler’s face as he got out of his SUV, and he stopped for a minute to let it warm him. Though the coldness of a Montana winter could seem as bitter as any tundra, the ice seemed to melt away with each passing hour. Ugh, even the weather tried to warm up at the thought of Valentine’s Day, didn’t it? God, he hated this holiday. Too much pink, too many flowers, too much candy, and too many doe-eyed women who thought they’d ‘find the one’. Well, it wasn’t going to be him.

A chilled breeze slid past him, seeping into his bones. Though he’d lived in Holiday his entire life, sometimes he wished he lived in a place with a warmer climate; one where his balls didn’t feel as though they were icing over every time he had to go outside.

He took a steadying breath, then strolled to the car in front of his SUV. Yeah, never a dull moment in his Montana town. No, Mrs. Ellis, the eighty-eight-year-old busybody had been caught going sixty in a thirty-five. In some states, the woman would already be in jail for that kind of reckless driving. Or at least she should be. Why was it that, in his town, the elderly seemed to be the ones who had lead feet, while everywhere else the geriatric set would drive at a snail’s pace, just as they did with their walkers?

Oh, woe was he.

And now he sounded like a damn pansy.

He tapped his notebook on her driver’s side window and made a motion with his hand so she’d lower it. She should have known the drill by now. After all, this was the third offense in as many months. Now that the old mayor was out and his new sister-in-law had settled into the role, traffic violations could actually be dealt with and not thrown under the rug with the enticement of money. This meant that Mrs. Ellis would be losing her license this time. It was about damn time. Not only was the paperwork a bitch, but the old lady could have killed someone. He shuddered to think what could have happened if he hadn’t caught her.

Again.

“Oh, Sheriff Cooper? What brings you out in this frigid day?” She had the audacity to bat her eyelashes at him underneath her blond, curly-haired wig.

Yeah, like she was fooling anyone about her age with that.

Tyler took a deep breath and lowered his sunglasses. “License and registration, ma’am.”

“Oh, dear boy, you don’t need those. Why, I helped powder your bottom when you were a baby.” 

She had done no such thing. She had been too busy sucking up to the old money in town and didn’t want to bother with the hard-working Coopers. No matter that the Coopers had more money than most, but that was neither here nor there. 

Tyler closed his eyes and prayed for patience. He really needed to stop worrying about what people thought of him and his family. In fact, he didn’t really care; he just didn’t like liars.

Mrs. Ellis was one of the worst; the ugliest gossip in town, at least on the inside. She’d take the minimal amount of information she could get her little wrinkled hands on and blow it out of proportion so she’d be the center of attention.

God, he hated small towns sometimes.

“Ma’am, I need your license and registration,” he said, this time in a firmer tone that didn’t quite hide his impatience. If he wanted, he could have her arrested if she continued to refuse, but that was the last thing he needed. 

God forbid he had to deal with the glares and upturned noses of the other busybodies if he put their leader behind bars. Though the picture of Mrs. Ellis behind bars in an orange jumpsuit did put a smile on his face. He quickly frowned, so she wouldn’t guess what he had been thinking about.

Mrs. Ellis huffed and rolled her eyes. Yes, that was a perfect example of maturity. Or not. She handed him her paperwork then drummed her fingers on her steering wheel. With each staccato beat, his tension increased and his shoulder blades itched. He had no idea why the latter was happening, but it must have something to do with the crazy woman in front of him.

“So, Tyler, dear, are you sure you need to write me a ticket? I wasn’t going that fast, was I?” She fluttered her eyelashes again, and Tyler, again, resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had to remain the adult in this situation.

“Mrs. Ellis, you were going sixty in a thirty-five. You could have killed someone. School’s about to let out. How would you have felt if you’d have hit one of those kids because you were going too fast?”

The color drained from her face before she waved her hands. “Oh, I would have stopped for them.”

Tyler shook his head and wrote her a ticket. “You don’t know that. The laws are in place for a reason. Use them.”

Mrs. Ellis turned up the radio and shook her head, clearly wanting to avoid the situation. “Can you believe this? Only two weeks until Valentine’s Day, and they’re just now working up the dance invitations. In my day we had the whole dance set up after Christmas, and the dates worked out accordingly. There were no stags or lonely ladies home at night, no sir. Now look at it. It’s as if people don’t care about the holiday at all.”

Tyler signed the ticket and handed it to her while trying to tune out her droning voice. He hated this holiday more than most, but really, he had good reasons. He was connected to it more than anyone he knew, and he didn’t want to find love. He didn’t need it, nor did he want to hear about it.

“So, dear, do you have a date for the dance? Such a young, virile man like you probably has no trouble getting a date.” She fluttered her eyelashes again, and Tyler held back the urge to roll his eyes,
again
.

“No, ma’am. I’ll probably be working.” He handed her the ticket, and she curled a lip in disgust. Not his problem anymore.

“Oh, dear, that just won’t do. What would your mother say about you shirking your responsibilities as a handsome man on a night as important as Valentine’s Day?”

The sharp, familiar pang at the thought of his mother echoed through him, and he fisted his hands. 

“Take care of that ticket, ma’am,” he bit out, then turned on his heel and walked backed to his SUV.

That woman had no right bringing up his mother, had no right barging into his life…had no right to anything having to do with him. He watched as she drove off—a little too quickly for his tastes—then closed his eyes. 

Thank God that was his last stop. As of five minutes ago, he was officially on a two-week vacation. Yeah, he’d lied that he’d have to work at the dance, but he didn’t really care.

A sharp itchiness attacked each of his shoulder blades, and he rubbed his back against his seat like a bear in the forest. Holy fuck it hurt. It had been happening off and on for the past year, and he knew what it was about. 

That didn’t mean he wanted to think about it. Fuck, everything was catching up with him, and he wasn’t ready. He’d had his whole life to be ready, yet everything was coming too fast.

He started his SUV and drove home, scratching his back against the seat as he did so. He was damn lucky he didn’t get in an accident. Yeah, that’s all he needed, the sheriff getting involved in a collision because he’d been too busy trying to scratch an itch on his back. 

Classy. 

He pulled up to his apartment complex and turned off the motor, letting his head calm. He ran a hand through his dark, closely shorn hair and sighed.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

He’d thought he’d have more time before it all caught up with him. But, no, he was a thirty-two-year-old man who had a path to follow that he hadn’t wanted. 

Fuck. He banged his hand against the steering wheel and shook his head. He sounded like a petulant teenager. He got out of the SUV, slammed the door, and stalked up to his apartment. He nodded at his neighbor as she watered the potted plant the landlord let her keep out. 

It wasn’t a rundown place by any means, but it wasn’t really home. It was more of a waiting place, a purgatory, before he moved on. Yet, he had no idea what he wanted to move on to. He closed the door behind him and set his keys on the table by the door.

He undid his tie and set his hat next to his keys while he looked around the place. He’d painted the walls a cream color, bland and boring, and had kept his college furniture so it looked like the bachelor pad of a man who needed to grow up.

Oh, that was just great. Now he was disparaging his own home. Shit. He stalked toward his fridge, took out a beer, and had swallowed half of it before his headache started to recede. The itch and burn increased on his shoulder blades, and he cursed. He took another drink of his beer then set it down, the pain in his shoulders intensifying.

His body shook, and a cold sweat trailed down his spine as he took wobbly steps toward his living room. He gripped the edge of his couch, his fists bunching the fabric, tearing it at the seams. He felt the veins on his temples bulge, pulse.

Shit, what the hell?

He hadn’t though it would hurt this much.

He let go of the couch, his body overheated, needing release. Tyler stripped off his shirt, buttons hitting the ground at his reckless strength. He felt the skin on his back tear and stretch, and something foreign unfurled off his shoulder blades. A slight pain shot through him, then a sudden pleasure like the release after cracking his knuckles slid around him. With each tug and slide, he felt like something was suffocating him—his future altering with each change.