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Easton's Claim (Colebrook Siblings Trilogy Book 3)
Easton’s Claim
Kaylea Cross
Copyright © 2016
by Kaylea Cross
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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ISBN: 978-1-928044-18-5
Dedication
For all my readers out there who love the friends-to-lovers trope as much as I do. It’s one of my all-time favorites and I hope that after reading this story, it will be one of yours too.
Dear readers,
Here we are already, at the end of the
Colebrook Siblings Trilogy
. I’ve enjoyed getting to know this family, and I think I’ve saved the best for last.
For those of you who’ve asked, yes, Charlie will definitely be getting her own story. She’ll star in one of the books in my new series, which will be about the DEA FAST squad guys. Woot!
Happy reading!
Kaylea Cross
Table of Contents
“You seriously flew into town and then left again without even stopping by to see me?”
Easton Colebrook grinned at the outrage in his sister’s voice. “It was only a pit stop, so I didn’t have time, and that’s why I’m calling you now. I’m already on the road.”
“Why the big rush to get home? Dad’s fine.”
“No reason.” A total lie. He was a man on a mission. In some ways, the most important mission of his life. But unlike all previous missions, conducted with his teammates to back him up, this time he was going in solo.
Charlie grunted. “I was thinking of maybe coming down for the weekend. Been a few weeks since I was home. I owe Dad a visit, and I guess it’s the only way I’ll get to spend time with you before you ship out again.”
“Perfect, we can catch up then.”
“You’re up to something,” she said in a suspicious voice. “I can feel it.”
Yep.
“Nah. So what day do you think you’ll drive down?” She worked for the DEA as a computer forensic examiner in D.C., just a few hours’ drive from their family home in the Shenandoah Valley.
“Maybe Friday night, just depends on my work schedule. We’ve been doing a lot of overtime on this latest case.”
“Can’t wait to hear all about it. Look, I’m just outside of town now, so—”
“Okay, I’ll let you go then. Say hi to Dad and Wyatt, and I’ll see you on the weekend.”
“Sounds good. Bye, Charles,” he teased, because she hated it when he called her that.
He ended the call before she could respond and passed the sign that read
Welcome to Sugar Hollow
with a mix of peace and anticipation building inside him.
Four long months had passed since he’d last been home. Four months of dust and sand and grit, living in a warzone where enemy attacks could happen at any moment, and often did.
The constant grind of the deployment cycles to Afghanistan were starting to wear on him, and his body was beat up and sore. More than ever he craved the stability of home and family. Being here gave him the chance to recharge and unwind.
And to finally go after the woman he’d loved for more than a decade.
Piper had been on his mind constantly this last rotation. She’d been part of his life since he was thirteen, when she’d first moved to Sugar Hollow with her father as a high school senior.
Easton had still been too young for her to notice him back then, but even at thirteen he’d been pea green with envy that his eldest brother Wyatt had taken her to prom, then dated her briefly before leaving for boot camp at Parris Island.
Easton had finished school and joined the Corps. He and Piper had remained good friends throughout those years but nothing more, and when he’d been discharged and come home, she’d been engaged.
He’d thought he’d lost her forever then, but over the past couple of years her marriage had crumbled. He hadn’t realized how bad things had gotten. During his last visit home in May, he’d found out she was separated, and waiting to file for divorce. That day marked the first time he’d ever had a shot with her, and it had changed everything.
Including him. From that day on he’d severed contact with the handful of women he’d been seeing over the past year, his mind locked on one single goal: making Piper his.
Singing along to his favorite country song on the radio, he drove through the heart of downtown. Down Main Street, past all the brightly painted Victorian-style shops, restaurants and charming little B&Bs brimming with bright bursts of color from flowers spilling out of hanging baskets and window boxes.
No matter how much the world changed, the unique core of Sugar Hollow never did. He took comfort in that.
Two miles out of town he turned west, out toward the rolling farmland that made up the heart of the Shenandoah. It was late September, the days still warm and sunny, the nights crisp and cool. His favorite time of year. The oaks and sugar maples were just beginning to turn color. In another few weeks, the entire valley would be ablaze with spectacular fall color.
When he turned up the long driveway a few minutes later and his childhood home came into view at last, he let out a sigh of appreciation.
The two-story, pale yellow farmhouse sat in the middle of a sixty-acre parcel they used as a horse farm, handed down through the generations since before the Civil War ravaged the Valley. A lush green lawn spread out in front of it, and tidy flowerbeds hugged the base of the wraparound porch.
Coming home always relaxed him, reminded him of what was important in life. He’d have a quick visit with his dad, hit the shower, get a hot meal in his belly and turn in for the night. Tomorrow was a big day, years in the making, and he’d spent the past four months planning it carefully.
Everything hinged on how Piper reacted to what he was going to say, and he was nervous as hell about the outcome. Her douche of an ex had hurt her, destroyed her confidence. She’d always seen him as a friend, as Wyatt’s little brother. So his feelings toward her were going to come as a hell of a shock.
It was a risk he was prepared to take, because now that he was home, he couldn’t hold back another day. Whatever it took, he was going to show Piper that he was the man she was meant to spend the rest of her life with.
He parked out front of the house and grabbed his duffel from the back seat before climbing the steps up to the porch. As always, the front door was unlocked. Stepping inside, the familiar, comforting scents of wood, lemon soap and gun oil wrapped around him.
“Easton?”
Dropping his bag, he headed left into the study. His father sat at his desk, cleaning his favorite sidearm. Easton slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he stood in the doorway. “Hi, Dad.”
His father’s weathered face lit with a warm smile as he set his cleaning kit down, the right side of his mouth and eye drooping slightly. “Good to see you, son.” He pushed to his feet and grabbed his cane to shuffle around the side of the desk, his plaid flannel shirt unbuttoned over an ancient olive drab USMC T-shirt.
Easton accepted the welcoming one-armed hug with a smile and wrapped his arms around his father’s shoulders. They weren’t as solid as they’d been before the stroke that had left him partially paralyzed, but they weren’t frail, either. His old man was still tough as nails, and going to the local pool four times a week helped keep his muscles from atrophying.
Easton eased away but kept his hands on his father’s shoulders. “You’re looking good.”
His gave a half shrug. “Can’t complain.”
He never did.
“When did you get back?”
“Yesterday afternoon.” He’d gone straight to his apartment in Alexandria to shower and crash. After a solid twelve hours of sleep he’d done a load of laundry then packed up and headed here.
“Well it’s a nice surprise. How long you here for?”
“About a week, maybe a few days longer, just depends.” Provided nothing came up at work that he’d be called back for. “A buddy of mine might come out and spend a couple days here, not sure yet.”
God knew the entire team could use the downtime this break afforded them, because this last rotation in Afghanistan had been tough. If he did, his friend would have to entertain himself for the most part though. Easton’s priority on this visit home was Piper. Everything else was secondary.
“Jamie?”
Easton had mentioned their newest FAST team member to his dad in a couple of e-mails. “Yeah.” The stroke hadn’t affected his father’s mind any. It was still as sharp as ever. “How are Wyatt and Austen? They set a date yet?”
“Nope, they want to finish renovating the house first, and I think they’re waiting to see when Brody and Trinity want to get married.” Brody was the middle brother, and had just gotten engaged a few weeks ago.
“I still haven’t met the mysterious Trinity, but she sounds interesting.”
“You’ll like her. She’s badass.”
Easton grinned at the description, because from his old man, those words were the highest form of praise. He just hoped he’d be stateside when his brothers got hitched, he’d hate to miss either wedding. “I’ll go over and see Wyatt and Austen tomorrow.” At some point he had to talk to Wyatt about Piper, and he’d have to tell his sister as well.
No one in his family had a clue how he really felt about Piper. And even after they’d broken up, Wyatt had always been insanely protective of Piper, so telling his big brother about his true feelings for her was going to be interesting.
“Charlie said she might pop down for the weekend as well, if she doesn’t have to work.”
“Yeah, I already talked to her.” He was closest to her out of all his siblings, and the conversation about Piper needed to happen face-to-face.
Again, he was prepared for awkward. Charlie and Piper were good friends, and stayed in touch regularly. More than he and Piper had, with the exception of this last deployment, when he’d made a point of calling or e-mailing her at least twice a week.
He didn’t think Charlie had noticed a change in his feelings for Piper, because she would have said something. There was no way Charlie would ever keep something like that from him; she would explode, trying to hold something like that inside.
“You gonna stay in here with me, or take the cabin? There’s not much furniture in there now that Wyatt’s moved most of his things to their house, but it’ll still be comfortable enough,” his dad said.
“Here’s good.” He didn’t get much time with his family, so he wanted to make the most of this visit. “Maybe we can go for a ride tomorrow.” It had been a while since he’d been on horseback and it always relaxed him.
“That sounds good,” his father said with a fond grin. Now that Wyatt had moved out, it had to be lonely for him here. Even with his eldest brother coming by to help with the farm and take care of the horses with the other guys they’d hired on as part time help, it wasn’t the same as having Wyatt live on site. “You eaten dinner yet?”
“No.”
His father nodded and gestured for him to follow. “Come on, then. Let’s see what I’ve got in the fridge that we can cook up.”
Easton followed him out into the hall and into the kitchen, loving that things always stayed the same here at the farm. The bright, cozy room was spotless as always, the long farmhouse table dividing the open floor plan in half.
Over in the family room section, framed family pictures graced the white mantel. His mom had died when he was just a kid, and while he didn’t have as many vivid memories of her as his brothers did, he could still see her presence in the house everywhere he looked. The comforting, familiar smells and sights of home surrounded him, but this homecoming was different.
His entire life was about to change, depending on what happened with Piper. It seemed like everything had been leading up to this moment, and now that he was standing on the cusp of it, raw exhilaration coursed through him, the biggest rush he’d ever experienced.