Homecoming at Hickory Ridge

She was relieved when he changed the subject and asked about her sister.

“Did you two grow up in Milford?”

“Charity did. With her mother.”

“You’re half sisters?”

Julia couldn’t help smiling as her sister’s image filtered into her thoughts. “If you’d met her, you would have wondered about that. We have different mothers. We look a little alike, but in our hair and coloring, Charity’s as light as I am dark.”

“Like my brother and me, huh?”

He was trying to be funny, but his words rang flat in her ears. He’d made several comments like that today, seeming to wield self-deprecating humor like a shield. It bothered her that he thought he needed to protect himself from her judgments.

When Julia didn’t make another joke at his expense, as he seemed to expect, he leaned forward. “You were saying about your sister…”

“I was in college before I ever learned that my father had an ex-wife and another daughter.”

The surprise in his eyes reflected some of the shock she’d felt when her father had first told her. She couldn’t begin to describe the sense of betrayal that accompanied the revelation.

“That had to be a shock,” he said. “Your mom didn’t tell you, either?”

Julia shook her head. “She always knew, but she thought it was Dad’s place to tell me. Mom had already been gone a few years—complications from diabetes—when he finally did tell me.”

“That’s tough. You must have been furious with your dad for keeping the truth from you.”

“Sure, I was at first. As mad as Charity, though she had more reasons to be angry. Dad hadn’t fought harder to find her when her mother had disappeared with her. Charity’s mother even told her that her father was dead, so she had that lie to deal with, as well.”

Kyle shook his head. “How does anyone get past that?”

“With God’s help, we can get over anything, don’t you think? Besides, everyone deserves forgiveness. Everyone deserves a second chance. I’m just glad we all started to heal before it was too late.”

“Too late?” His eyes widened as if he could already guess the answer.

“Five years ago, just a year after Charity located Dad, he passed away. But at least they had the chance to get to know each other. I got to know my sister, too. We attended Charity and Rick’s wedding together, and Dad was so proud.”

“How’d he…”

“The doctors said it was a heart attack, but I think it was from a broken heart. He never got over losing Mom.”

Kyle shook his head, an incredulous expression on his face. “And here I figured your life was downright—”

“Perfect?” she finished for him. “Nobody’s life is that. God allows us all to experience trials, but He gives us the strength to survive and even thrive.”

He grinned at her. “Has anyone ever mentioned that you’re a bit Pollyanna?”

“I prefer to think I’m an optimist.”

“Okay, an optimist. Still, your life hasn’t been the stuff of a Frank Capra movie. How did you keep that positive attitude?”

“I haven’t always had one, especially on those dark days. Like when Mom’s blood sugar was so out of whack that an ambulance was always in our driveway. We prayed constantly, but there was nothing any of us could do for her.”

His understanding gaze unsettled her, as if he’d heard more than she’d said out loud. She didn’t like being that transparent. She wondered if Kyle could see how conflicted she’d always felt over her mother’s illness—helpless to take her mother’s pain away, sometimes resentful of the burden her mother’s disease had placed on the family and guilt-ridden over her resentment.

“Well, as you said, God helped you to survive—no, thrive.”

He smiled as he said the last word. The wariness that she’d seen in his hazel eyes the other night had been replaced by warmth so pervasive that her cheeks heated under his study. Did he like what he’d seen? Did he find her pretty? It shouldn’t matter what he thought, but there was no denying that it did. Butterflies seemed to continually take off and land on runways inside her belly.

“That’s me, a thriving lady,” she choked out.

As he continued to watch her, Kyle tilted his head forward and a lock of his unruly hair fell over his eye. The impulse to reach out and brush his hair aside surprised her so much that she glanced over his shoulder to break the connection. She grasped for the safety of their earlier subject.

“About surviving, I’ve been blessed to have Charity and Rick around. They’ve helped so much. You know how important it is to have the support of family—”

Julia stopped herself, but she could see from the way Kyle shifted that it was already too late. How could she have forgotten, even for a second, that Kyle didn’t have supportive family members like her sister and brother-in-law in his life? Kyle needed a friend—not a girlfriend—to help him readjust to his new life. They were here for that reason alone, and she needed to remember that.

“Yeah, I know.” He must have read the confusion in her gaze because he continued. “I had the most supportive parents who ever lived. Somebody should have given them a few medals for dealing with a son like me. But there’s only so many times parents can bail their kids out before they start losing enthusiasm for it.”

“Have you seen them since you’ve been…well…?”

“Out? No. They didn’t visit me on the inside, either.”

“That’s terrible!” Julia glanced around the coffee shop that had suddenly become quiet. At least the high school track stars had long since headed home, leaving only a few straggling customers sitting around the room. When she turned back to Kyle, he was shaking his head.

“Now don’t say that. I deserved worse for all I put them through. Even as a teenager, there wasn’t a party anywhere in Bloomfield Hills that I wasn’t smack in the center of. Partying, girls, joy rides in borrowed cars—you name it.

“Mom and Dad bailed me out each time, hoping it was only a phase. And I promised every time I would do better. After the last arrest, I guess I wore out my last second chance.”

“They gave up on you?”

“Wouldn’t you have?” He moved his paper coffee cup back and forth between his hands.

She mulled over it for a few seconds, but she had to admit the truth. “Probably.”

“Mom still wrote to me every week, but she told me she and Dad couldn’t bear to see me behind the glass.”

Julia sipped down the last of her coffee that had long since gone cold. It broke her heart to think his parents weren’t on his side, either. “Are you afraid you’ll never earn their respect again?”

“I don’t know—”

“You’ll do it. Don’t worry.”

At first he looked surprised by what she said, and then his gaze narrowed. “I have a lot to prove. To a lot of people. It’s something I have to do alone.”

Before she had a chance to answer, an announcement came over the loudspeaker saying the coffee shop was about to close. Julia glanced around, surprised to see that the other stragglers had left, leaving only them and a few staff members who looked anxious to get home.

Tossing their empty cups in a trash can, Kyle and Julia stepped out into the main part of the shopping center and started down the stairs toward the parking lot behind the building. After all the details of their lives they’d shared tonight, a strange silence settled between them. Was Kyle sorry he’d opened up to her?

After an awkward goodbye, they both climbed in their cars and pulled out of the lot. As Julia drove through the deserted streets toward her house, Kyle’s words filtered through her thoughts again. Yes, he did have something to prove, and from what she could tell, it would be a challenging job.

But he’d also said that proving himself was something he needed to do alone. And he could do it without help from anyone else. She could see that now. He seemed to have an inner strength she hadn’t recognized in him at first.

Yes, he could face this challenge alone just the way he’d been in his prison cell, but there was no reason he had to be. Alone, that is. He could take a friend along for the ride, and she was volunteering to embark on the journey. She could even help him repair the broken relationships with his family, too, if he only gave her the chance.

Kyle settled back on the well-worn plaid sofa and closed his eyes. Only that dated piece of furniture, a tiny television, a mismatched card table set and a mattress and box spring—all appreciated gifts from anonymous Hickory Ridge church members—filled his downtown studio apartment, and yet it still managed to look cramped.

“Bigger than a prison cell,” he mumbled, reminding himself to be grateful.

He wouldn’t have this tiny space and a door that opened at his will if he hadn’t received probation, and more than that, he wouldn’t have had a chance to close down the coffee shop with Julia Sims tonight. He should have been thrilled on both of those counts, particularly the part about sharing the evening with a beautiful woman. Yet a seed of discontent had been growing inside him from the moment they’d walked out of the coffee shop and he’d climbed inside his junker of a used car to drive to his apartment. He couldn’t explain it. They’d had a nice time together, even if he’d recklessly shared more with her than he’d told any of his fellow inmates in thirty-six months at Lapeer.

He should have known better, but something about Julia made him want to trust her in a way he hadn’t trusted anyone in a long time. Maybe it was the fact that her life wasn’t as picture-perfect as he’d first assumed. She’d had more than her share of pain, and yet Julia was still content with her life, even grateful for God’s blessings in it. If only he’d learned years ago to be content and appreciative.

But more than his respect for her, Julia’s confidence in him appealed to him more than it should have. She seemed confident he would be able to earn his family’s respect. How could she be so certain when he was anything but?

If he had any sense at all, he would keep a careful distance from her. Not only had he filleted himself and spilled his guts like a guy who enjoyed sharing, he’d almost taken a greater risk and told her the whole story about his arrest and conviction. What had he expected? That she would believe his side of the story? No one else had. And what difference would it make if she did believe him?

Yes, he should be wary of Julia Sims. She was one of those people who needed to “fix” other people, and she’d made him her current project. Though her need didn’t offend him anymore because he understood that it came from her own scars, he still had to be cautious.

Frustration filling him, Kyle planted his feet on the floor and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs and his head in his hands. Why did he insist on lying to himself? His ennui didn’t deal with any of his excuses, though they all contributed to it. Something else entirely had climbed under his skin and refused to budge.

While they were sharing coffee and their sad stories, just for a moment he’d been tempted to see more than was really there between them. He’d thought that another time, another place, if he were someone else entirely, he might have had a chance with Julia Sims.

Chapter Four

Kyle closed his office door and started downstairs to the main level on a Friday afternoon more than a week later. This part of the church wasn’t newer construction like the vestibule and the sanctuary, but it had its own charm. The two-story section was part of the stately home that once housed all of the church’s programs.

He liked the statement that the structure made: it showed a commitment to the church’s roots even as the congregation grew. He’d found a lot of things to like about Hickory Ridge in his first week of working there, though, admittedly, he hadn’t made much progress on the development of the prison ministry. Reverend Bob had assured him they were still working out some final details for joint funding of the ecumenical ministry.

Since waiting wasn’t one of his more developed skills, he itched to make some progress. The sooner the program was well established, the sooner he could leave it to more capable hands.

Today would be another day of negative progress toward that goal. He knew that. And it should have frustrated him more than it did, but he didn’t bother kidding himself that he minded. She would be there. Okay, he didn’t know for sure, but she might.

He hadn’t seen Julia at all since Sunday services, and even then they hadn’t had time to talk when he’d sneaked in late and slipped out right after the benediction to avoid another confrontation with Trooper Lancaster. He’d avoided Wednesday prayer meeting for the same reason, though he’d wondered if she might have been there.

So today when Reverend Bob had assigned him to work on the same committee Julia had mentioned before, he’d looked forward to it more than he had any business doing. Even lecturing himself about it hadn’t stopped the anticipation he felt as he entered the main office.

“Hey, Kyle.” Hannah waved from behind the counter. “Need something?”

“Just the paperwork for the Search and Invitation committee.”

“Oh, you’ll be working with that? Julia took a lot of it home, but there are a few files in the storage room.”

Hannah indicated with a tilt of her head a doorway behind her, the smallest smirk on her lips. Kyle moved around the counter and headed in the direction she’d indicated.

He couldn’t help being disappointed that the room was empty. Just as well, he decided. At least he could focus on this new assignment and not on Julia. On a long folding table, several large brown accordion envelopes had been arranged, one for each of the subcommittees Reverend Bob had mentioned. He claimed the one for the committee he’d been assigned to and unwound the string holding its fastener closed.

He hoped Julia had a lot of the materials at home because the contents looked a little sparse. Still, he pulled out a manila folder and tucked the container under his arm. He could do Internet searches from his own desk PC upstairs.

Trying to balance the file with his free arm while opening the folder in his hands, he crossed back through the office and out the door.

“Find some interesting reading?”

Kyle glanced up toward the voice he recognized, somehow managing to avoid scattering the file over the floor. Julia grinned at him.

“It’s not The Grapes of Wrath, but it’ll do.”

Their gazes connected the way they had before, but this time Julia was the first to look away.

She looked back at him, or, more specifically, at the labeled file under his arm. “Hey, we’re working on the same committee.”

“For a few weeks, anyway. Who else will be working with us?”

“Reverend Bob and Andrew oversee all the committees, but I’m doing most of the search work myself.”

“No wonder they thought you needed some backup.”

“It’s not that bad. Just doing Internet searches for past members in whatever city or state they were thought last to have lived. Members keep e-mailing, too, with updated info.”

“Sounds like a lot of work to me, but whatever you say. I’ll let Reverend Bob know you’ve got it handled.”

She appeared to consider that for a few seconds and then shook her head. “I don’t mind the help. The searches haven’t all been as easy as I expected, especially for families with names like Smith.”

“OrWoods,” he observed, supplying the minister’s surname.

“And I’ve discovered that a few of our former members have moved more than once.”

“What happens if you can’t find them? Have you accepted that you might not locate some of them? That some might not even want to be found?”

“Want to?” Her eyebrows drew together. “Why wouldn’t they want to? We don’t have big battles in this church.”

Kyle shook his head. “You’re right. Forget I said anything.”

Good thing she seemed satisfied with his answer because he wasn’t sure how he would explain what he’d said. Just because there were people in his life who would prefer to stay hidden didn’t mean everyone was like that.

“How about we divide the list and work individually on the easy searches?” she said. “We’ll tackle the tougher ones together.”

“Sounds good. But no lists were in the file.”

She grinned sheepishly. “Right. I took the list home to work on in the evenings. I’ll get your half to you.”

He was marveling again that Julia didn’t have more dates to fill her evenings when she snapped her fingers.

“I know. I’m going to a picnic at Central Park with my sister, Charity, and her family. Why don’t you join us? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind. I could give you the list then.”

“I don’t know.” He wasn’t even sure why he hesitated when he had to admit he’d been looking forward to seeing her.

Still, as tempting as spending an afternoon with Julia sounded, there was something about her invitation that appealed to him more. Julia had mentioned the word that had meant little to him in the past but had become so critical now: family. He wasn’t ready to face his judgmental brother again, and he hadn’t gotten up the guts up to visit his parents since his release, but he still liked the idea of sharing time with somebody’s family.

“I guess that sounds all right,” he answered.

“Oh, good. It’s going to be fun.”

“Your sister’s family? Does that include her mother?”

At first she looked surprised, but then she must have remembered that she’d shared the story because she shook her head. “I’m sure she was invited, but she tends to decline when I’m invited, too.”

“Her loss.”

She smiled at that, but sadness lingered in her eyes until she perked up again. “I hope you like cold fried chicken, German potato salad and apple pie. Charity’s an amazing cook.”

“What about you?”

“If you like boiled water, I’m your cook, but otherwise you might want to consider takeout. I usually survive on frozen dinners and canned soup.”

“Nobody can be everything, I guess.” He said it as a joke, but he was serious. A Julia Sims who was also a twenty-first-century Julia Child in the kitchen might be too much for Milford, Michigan, to handle—in his part of town, anyway. He didn’t mention that or the fact that once upon a time he’d been more than competent with a sauté pan and spatula.

Fidgeting, she tilted her head to the side. “So, we’ll meet you there tomorrow at about noon?”

“Need me to bring anything?”

“Just yourself.”

“I’ll be there. I’m looking forward to it.”

He smiled at her, and she smiled back for several seconds before looking away shyly.

“I’d better get going. See you tomorrow.” With a wave, she started for the door.

Kyle studied her as she left. Why had Julia come to the church in the first place? If she’d come for her committee work, she hadn’t brought anything, and she hadn’t taken anything with her. He didn’t mind the idea that she might have come just to invite him to the picnic. It was a kind, Christian gesture for her to include him. It also beat a Saturday afternoon of him sitting around his apartment wishing he had cable.

Anyway, there was something to be said for fun, food and family on a sunny afternoon. Though he realized it was unwise, he couldn’t resist imagining himself slipping away with Julia for a romantic walk along the river. And maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea for him to become involved with a woman right now. He was looking forward to tomorrow, all right. He couldn’t wait.

“Would you stop fidgeting?”

At her sister’s voice, Julia looked up from her hands that were indeed fidgeting. In fact, the wrestling match of her wringing hands had become downright painful.

“What do you mean?” Julia asked, but couldn’t keep a straight face.

Charity frowned at her, but her expression didn’t stick, either. She slipped onto the picnic table bench across from her younger sister. “Don’t worry. He’ll be here. Nobody skips my fried chicken.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

Nodding, Charity glanced over Julia’s shoulder to the parking lot. “I wondered about your plan. It’ll probably be fine, though. He’ll appreciate the effort.”

Charity’s uncomfortable expression suggested she wasn’t as confident as her words. Julia tried not to let her sister’s unease shake her confidence, not when she knew she was doing the right thing.

Rick called out to his wife from the blanket just outside the park shelter. “Hey, Charity, take a look at this.”

Both women looked up in time to see ten-month-old Grace take an unsteady step toward her daddy. The tiny golden ponytail on top of her head bounced with the effort of this new skill, but her eyes shone with excitement. The next three steps came in a rush before she landed on her diaper-padded behind. With a wail, the baby held out her arms for her mother.

“When it’s playtime, she wants Daddy, but when something hurts, it’s all Mommy,” Charity said, already off the bench and gathering her child in her arms.

“She just knows which of us gives softer hugs.” Rick grinned as he leaned down to wipe a tear from his daughter’s tiny pink cheek.

Charity glanced toward the parking lot again. “Oh, he’s here.”

Swallowing, Julia looked over her shoulder to determine which he had arrived first. Kyle had climbed out of his car and was reaching back inside it for something.

Julia took a deep breath to steady her nerves, but it didn’t help. Somehow this didn’t seem as good an idea as when she’d come up with it yesterday, and not just the surprise part, either. She’d hoped to develop some immunity to Kyle by now. She’d kept her distance for a whole week, figuring time and space would help her put her thoughts about him into perspective. Kyle was the kind of man she should be willing to reach out to as he tried to repair his life, but he wasn’t the type she could ever see socially. Unfortunately, his past did make a difference.

So why, if she realized he was a poor choice for her, couldn’t she stop these feelings of attraction she felt whenever she was around him? Even now as she watched him bend to pull several shopping bags from his car, she couldn’t help noticing how his polo shirt stretched across his shoulder.

The shirt’s deep green color would bring out the flecks of green in his hazel eyes. She wished she didn’t know that.

Glancing to the side, Julia discovered that Charity had come to stand beside her and now balanced Grace on her hip. Julia could only imagine what she’d seen because that knowing smile Charity wore was something only a sister could love.

Julia couldn’t meet her sister’s gaze. “I told him he didn’t need to bring anything.”

“That’s what I told you, too, and look at how well you listened.”

The bags of bakery goods from where she’d pillaged the local Kroger’s spoke for themselves, but still Julia explained, “I just didn’t want us to run out of food.”

Kyle started in their direction, his saunter confident and un-hurried. Julia liked seeing this self-assured side of him, so unapologetically male.

“That’s unlikely.”

“What’s unlikely?” With effort, Julia drew her attention back to her sister.

“Like you said. That we’d run out of food.” Charity indicated with a tilt of her head the picnic table they’d commandeered and then loaded with enough picnic fare to feed a small army—or at least a start-up militia.

“Oh. Right.”

Kyle had reached the edge of the parking lot, so Julia waved to make sure he’d seen them. His smile was so warm that she felt rooted in place by it with no thought of anything but staring back at him.

“Hi, there,” he said when he reached her.

“Hi.”

Kyle looked at the shopping bags dangling from his hands. “I didn’t want to show up empty-handed.”

“Thanks. Here, let me get those.” Rick stepped forward and relieved him of the bags, setting them on the picnic table bench.

Julia cleared her throat. “You met my sister and her husband at church, right?”