Winning Back Her Heart

Pretending to be in love…or building a new future?

Nothing wrong with helping out an old friend...

But she’s so much more to him.

When his ex-girlfriend returns home and hires him to overhaul her family’s general store, contractor Bo Carter’s determined to keep an emotional distance. But to convince her old boss she’s home for good, Toni Redding needs another favor—a pretend romance. As Bo starts to fall for her all over again, might their fake love lead to a real second chance?

ALLIE PLEITER, an award-winning author and RITA® Award finalist, writes both fiction and nonfiction. Her passion for knitting shows up in many of her books and all over her life. Entirely too fond of French macarons and lemon meringue pie, Allie spends her days writing books and avoiding housework. Allie grew up in Connecticut, holds a BS in speech from Northwestern University and lives near Chicago, Illinois.

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Winning Back Her Heart

Allie Pleiter

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WINNING BACK HER HEART

© 2020 Alyse Stanko Pleiter

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She stood with her hands on her hips.

“So this is…” she glanced up into the rafters as if the word for whatever this was hid among them “…a bit weird, I know.”

A bit weird? Bo managed what he hoped looked like a calm shrug. “Doesn’t have to be.” It became immediately apparent that wasn’t the best choice of response.

“But it does have to be professional. I just want to be clear this is a business relationship. Clear boundaries.”

So she’d been worrying about this, too. The knowledge of her anxiety over how their mutual history could cloud things over only sharpened his radar. After all, she was the one who called him.

“Absolutely,” he agreed, because it seemed the safest thing to say.

Toni crossed her arms over her chest. “No extras, no cozy chats, no ‘remember whens.’”

She wasn’t drawing boundaries, she was throwing up twenty-foot walls. Given how much time together this job would take, would that even work?

Dear Reader,

Life’s choices can take us down paths we never dreamed. When we commit those paths to God’s sovereignty, however, we can always trust that they lead to our best futures. That’s a hard promise to hold when we feel our choices have tangled our lives into knots, but as Jake Sanders points out, we serve a God who specializes in impossibilities.

I hope Toni and Bo’s story gives you hope for the knots in your life. God is the great untangler, and it is my prayer that their happy ending reminds you of what is possible in your future.

If you’ve grown as fond of Jake Sanders as I have, know that his heart is the next one to find a happy ending in Wander Canyon.

Until then, you can always reach me on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram, or drop me an old-fashioned letter at PO Box 7026, Villa Park, IL 60181.

Blessings,

Allie

And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten.

—Joel 2:25

To the unseen rebuilders everywhere—those who quietly shore up homes, buildings, hearts and lives.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Note to Readers

Introduction

Dear Reader

Bible Verse

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

Extract

About the Publisher

Chapter One

Despite his every effort not to, Bo Carter found himself parked on Main Street staring at the blue-and-white awning of Redding’s General Store. Toni Redding was back in Wander Canyon for the weekend, inside that store.

Get it over with, he told himself. You can’t avoid seeing her. The Colorado town he called home didn’t have enough places to hide. Certainly not when half the town knew his history with Toni. Wander being the small-town gossipfest that it was, Bo could think of six people off the top of his head who might contrive a meeting just to see if they’d yell or hug the first time he and Toni saw each other.

He didn’t know which he’d do, either.

Bo watched the store lights flick off and the two lantern-style lights on either side of the big red wooden door come on. Bo didn’t need to check his watch to know Toni’s father, Don, was closing up for the night. Redding’s closed at 5:30 p.m. every night like clockwork. He saw the old man reaching up to flip the Open sign to Closed the same way he’d watched Don do it for years. How many long-ago evenings had he sat on the bench outside the shop waiting for Toni to be done behind the register so they could go to the movies or grab a pizza? It had to be hundreds. It felt like twice that.

How many hours had he and Toni spent on that bench? Laughing, holding hands, making up all kinds of silly dreams about what life would be like after high school. Pretending that they were meant to be together forever.

This is a bad idea. You’re not ready to see her. Go someplace—anyplace—else. Bo knew the smart thing to do would be to drive off when Don shuffled out the door. He shifted his truck out of Neutral. Any street in Wander Canyon would be safer for him than where he was right now.

Still, when he caught sight of the particular shade of red that was Toni’s hair—a color he figured would never leave his memory—he froze. The ridiculous belief that if he stayed still she wouldn’t see him pinned him to his seat. Impossible, since the truck door panel directly below his window read Car-San Construction. Toni knew he’d launched this business with his high school buddy Jake. She’d know it was his truck.

She’d know it was him.

It happened just like he knew it would. The air changed when she came into view. The crazy curls of her red hair had softened to sophisticated waves, but he’d know those dimples anywhere. She had a big-city polish about her that was poised and beautiful.

He, on the other hand, was as grimy and rugged as he was after any long day at his construction business. Why didn’t he choose a time when he was clean and showered and ready? Because you’d never be ready, that’s why.

He knew the moment she saw him. She stopped helping her dad, frozen by the sight of him even though he was clear across the street. Bo had the odd sensation that he could have been standing halfway across the canyon and she’d have seen him.

He had hurt Toni. Badly. He’d always known that, but in this moment he knew it down to his bones. Her eyes told him so. He’d made the choice back then to end things badly—cowardly on his part, but his pride had tangled his sense, convincing him it would hurt less to let her leave if she hated him. He couldn’t have stood knowing she had walked away still loving him.

But it had hurt either way. It hurt like an avalanche roaring through him, taking down everything in its path. And as he caught the ice in her eyes just now, the wound ripped wide-open, as if she’d said goodbye yesterday.

He forced himself to breathe when Toni said something to her father and headed toward him as Mr. Redding made his way over to the bench in front of the store.

A wordless gulp of a prayer, something along the lines of Lord, please let me not be a jerk, rose up as Bo turned off the ignition.

Toni was a beauty, still, but there was something new about her he couldn’t quite name. A strength? A grace? Confidence? Whatever it was, it made her twice as gorgeous, and Bo felt his pulse rise as she came closer.

“Hello, Bo.” That voice. She’d always had a silky alto, but somehow it had deepened and become even more smooth. This was a bad idea. He should have gone straight home.

“Toni.” He couldn’t quite figure out what else to say.

She exhaled and shifted her weight. “I figured I was going to bump into you at some point.”

He scrambled for some shred of conversation. “I’d heard you were back for Mari’s bridal shower. And the wedding in a couple of weeks.” He tried to shrug. “Wyatt Walker. I didn’t see that one coming.”

She gave a tense laugh. In truth, the unlikely pairing of local rebel Wyatt Walker with the sweet mother of young twins really did raise a few local eyebrows. “I know, but Mari’s really happy. She’s had a rough go of it, so I’m glad for her, you know?”

“Yeah.” Being widowed at a young age was tragic enough, but Mari Sofitel had been betrayed by her late husband and left alone with twin daughters. It had been the talk of town for a while.

“I had ideas,” Toni said, “about what I’d do when I saw you again.”

“Like maybe a good solid slap across my face?” he joked, then regretted it instantly. It was a stupid thing to say. He hadn’t expected her to unnerve him quite this badly.

“As a matter of fact...” she began. “Not that I would.” She looked back over her shoulder at her father, and for a split second they were teenagers again, vying for time under a parent’s watchful eye.

“I’d deserve it.” He would. There were a hundred better ways to part with Toni than what he’d chosen. Being eighteen and heartbroken didn’t excuse the jerk he’d made of himself that fall. He should say something mature and heartfelt. The only thing he could manage was “How are you?”

That softened her. Not a lot, but a bit. “I’m good.” She cast her glance back over her shoulder again. “Worried about Dad, I suppose.”

“Don? He’ll go on forever.” Which wasn’t true. He looked at Don as he sat on the bench. It was as if someone had peeled a film off his vision and he could see how the man had aged since Toni’s mom, Irene, had died. The slump of his shoulders, the way he leaned on a cane with the weariness of someone well beyond his years. The store needed a paint job and a hundred other repairs. Irene used to sweep off the sidewalk in front of the store every morning, but no one did that anymore. Hadn’t Hank Walker at church said Don had been having health issues?

“I...um...well, I suppose you should hear it from me.” Toni twirled a strand of hair around one finger the way she always did when she was nervous. “I’m back.”

“Well, sure,” he replied. “For the shower and the wedding and all.”

She shifted her weight again. “No, I mean I’m coming back. For good.”

Toni watched Bo take in the dramatic declaration she’d just made. The decision to stay in Wander was minutes old—or months, it was hard to say. The sensation that she was approaching a tipping point in her life had filled her since she got off the plane this morning. Spending the afternoon with Dad at the store, she’d been startled by the state of his health and the decline of the business that had been her family’s whole life.

Within those few hours, the realization crystallized: she wasn’t back just for a visit. She was coming home for good. Sure, it was sudden, but this wasn’t impulsive. It was decisive, and that was a different thing entirely.

Still, this moment was the first time she’d said it out loud. And to Bo Carter, of all people.

He looked stunned. He had every right to. It was a stunning moment.

“I’m moving back to Wander,” she repeated, almost more for herself than Bo. It should have felt like an enormous pronouncement, a whiplash turn of events, only it didn’t. Even if her motivations were still a bit on the fuzzy side, her words felt like this was the right thing to do. “I’m going to run the store. I’m going to turn it into my version of Redding’s so Dad can retire.”

The only catch was that Dad didn’t know. Yet.

Surprise raised Bo’s eyebrows. “Wow. He must be happy about that.” He’d always had a gift for saying either the right thing or the thing to pull the rug out from under her. Clearly, he still had that gift.

Toni felt her face redden and a new wave of uncertainty wash over her. “Well, no,” she stammered. “Because he doesn’t actually know. Well, not yet, anyways.”

Bo’s face took on the “you gotta be kidding me” expression she knew so well from high school. “Don doesn’t know?”

Coming home to Wander Canyon and taking over Redding’s was the solution to all the questions and frustrations that had been piling up for the last two months in New York. For the last year of nearly buckling under the pressure of working for someone as impossible as Faye Collins.

Of course, there was the little matter of how, but she’d figure that out. While loads of people had gotten themselves fired, no one dared quit on Faye Collins. It just wasn’t done. Still, God would clear a path if it really was the right thing to do, wouldn’t He?

Toni planted her hands on her hips. “I’ve only just now decided.”

Bo’s deep brown eyes gave her a “tell me more” gaze that could always render her defenseless. “How recently ‘just now’?”

“About thirty minutes ago.” She straightened her spine and added, “But I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Months, actually.”

His expression shifted and warmed. Bo chose his words carefully, and it unnerved her that he seemed to sense how fragile an idea this was for her. “I’ve always thought you were born to run the place. And not just because your last name is Redding.” He shifted his hands on the truck steering wheel, and she noticed the scar on the back of his hand that he’d gotten when they went fishing once. There was so much history between them. It made it hard to know how to act, what to say. “So I take it New York is not so great anymore?”

How had he summed it up in such simple terms? The reasons why she was ready to leave were a four-hour conversation, not an exchange of words on the sidewalk while Dad was waiting. “You could say that.”

“Or is it on account of Don?”

“Little bit of both.” Dad might be the reason she was ready to come home, but Faye was a big part of the reason she was ready to leave New York.

She’d grown disillusioned with Faye Collins and her job at Hearth Homegoods. Being Faye’s personal assistant had been the job of a lifetime, but it had consumed her whole life. She no longer loved her work. The prestige of scoring the assistant position straight out of college, of being considered Faye Collins’s protégée, had swept her up at first. It was dazzling to be taken in by someone so influential and important. But in the past year, it had become exhausting and overwhelming.

“It’s just... Well, there are some things I want to do that I think I can only do here.” There were things about the Colorado mountains, the lifestyle here that she’d come to realize were the core of who she was. Faye had taken her in like a daughter, filled the aching hole that had been left when Mom died. But Faye had also changed her into someone else, and Toni couldn’t ever remember agreeing to that.

Bo didn’t offer a response, and the stretch of silence between them felt prickly and awkward. Each of them fidgeted, grappling with the idea of her permanent return. They’d see each other like this often now. Wander Canyon wasn’t so big that they could hope to avoid regular encounters. Toni hoped it would get better as time went on, because right now it felt awful.

“Can you not say anything? To anyone yet?” Toni felt her face redden again. “I’m not even sure why I just told you. I mean, before I told Dad. What’s up with that?”

Her question pricked something in Bo’s eyes. The hard truth that maybe, while they had loads of history, they couldn’t be close, not after what he’d done. It stung way deep down in her chest, a long tamped-down wound that sprang open again at the sight of him.

She’d worked so hard to make their parting sweet and friendly, and he’d gone and turned it into something awful. She’d tenderly kissed him goodbye that night on the very bench where Dad now sat. Bo had driven her home to sleep her last night in town before getting on a plane to design school and a new life in New York City.

She’d been sad to end it, of course, but proud of how they put an honorable sort of closure on the different direction their lives were taking.

But Bo had gone out later that night and made a total mess of himself. The stories reached her quickly: half a dozen girls, months of carousing, a wrecked car and enough wild behavior that he only barely escaped landing up in jail. “A total train wreck,” Mari had called it. What’s worse, people were woefully quick to decide she’d driven him to it. As if the wild boy he became was somehow her fault.

“I won’t say anything.” Bo’s reply snapped her back to the present. His words had the air of an apology. Still, anything he did now could never make up for what he’d done that night. And those months after. He’d made her feel like a heartbreaking snob, as if she were cruelly discarding him and all of Wander in her grand plans to show New York what a mountain girl was made of.

“I appreciate that.” She used to be able to tell Bo anything. He could pull the most private dreams and wishes and fears out of her. Perhaps he knew more about her way down deep inside than anyone else on the planet.

But the six years she’d been gone had changed them both. Up until this second, she’d viewed revamping Redding’s as a giant leap forward. Looking at Bo, feeling the whirlwind of emotions spinning in her at the moment, it suddenly began to feel like a dangerous falling back.

That’s not true, she told herself. Decisive, not impulsive. This is what you want. What Dad needs. Be strong enough to go for it.

“You look great,” he offered a bit sheepishly, as if he wasn’t sure that was okay to say.

Toni didn’t know how to respond. The years had sat well on him, too. He was still fit and handsome, with a touch of a boy’s mussy hair but a man’s hint of dark brown stubble on his angled features. In many ways she’d left a boy behind in Wander and was now looking at a man. One who still had brown eyes that could sparkle light or simmer dark, and a smile that could undo her in a second.

She’d purposely not kept up on his life. Mari would occasionally drop a fact here and there, but not much more. She knew he was still single and that he’d gone into business with Jake.

Bo glanced over her shoulder to where Dad was sitting. “I should probably let you go.”

“Yeah.” Toni wanted to whack her forehead at the ridiculous small talk they could only seem to manage despite all their history. She shrugged and turned to go.

“Hey,” he said as she took her first steps back across the street. She turned around to see that smile, just as disarming as it had always been. “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.”

“What?”

“Seeing you again. A little rough, but we powered through.” He used to say that about football practice, or chemistry exams, or when he got his wisdom teeth out.

“I suppose.”

No, it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be.

It was worse.

Chapter Two

“So that’s what I want to do with Redding’s.” Toni swallowed hard after she laid out her plans for the store to her father after dinner.

Mom and Dad had always stood behind her. She’d been amazed how Dad had encouraged her decision to move to New York. Even when it left him alone in Wander Canyon, since her mother had died just over a year before. “It’s what your mother would have wanted,” he’d said. Would Mom have approved of the proposal she’d made just now?

Dad didn’t answer right away, and it made Toni’s stomach tumble in doubt. What she’d just proposed to him couldn’t have come as anything but a shock. He had likely toyed with the idea of her taking over the store at some point. Only what she’d just outlined wasn’t just a takeover. It was a complete overhaul of Redding’s into something entirely new.