Whatever Tomorrow Will Bring
He stands to lose the legacy his family has built. Unless a miracle happens.
Clint Anderson carries around the weight of the world on his shoulders. Most men would have given up, run from their destiny. But Clint can't. He is both mother and father to his six-year-old son, Ashton. Every time he looks at him, he sees the boy's mother, who passed away when the child was born.
He would like to give him everything he wants, but how can he? Ashton wants to be a rancher, like his daddy and granddaddy. How can Clint give him that dream when he's about to lose it all?
She will repay the wrong he has done - any way she can.
Leah Jackson expects this business trip to be filled with difficulties. She knows she's about to come face to face with the one man she has hated for six years, the man responsible for her beloved cousin's death. She is determined to rip his heart out and watch him bleed.
Things change. Reality is different from fiction. Leah finds that she needs to make a choice that will alter her life. Clint must decide whether to fight for what he loves or to give in and let God take care of him. On top of that, he must decide whether he can open his heart again and start new.
Will they accept whatever tomorrow may bring?
Here is a a scene for you
Deep in thought, he walked back to the trailer, the jack in his hand. He saw the shiny SUV coming. He knew that the driver was going much too fast. He figured they would swerve around the ginormous ocean of mud that sat in the middle of the dirt drive – only two feet from the flat tire. Without giving it another thought – because a normal human being would try to avoid him – he bent down and rammed the jack under the trailer.
And then it hit him.
Like icy shards, mud splattered him from his beaten-up hat down to his already muddy boots. It gathered underneath the collar of his jean jacket, saturating his jeans to the skin.
He heard the crunching of tires as the vehicle came to a complete stop, beyond the rut that was now surprisingly devoid of murky water. Clint rose to his feet, ready to tear into the moron who had splashed him so thoroughly.
Something deep and fierce burned in his chest. The frustration, worry, irritation of the day was giving his anger a push, and he would unleash it on the cretin who was in the process of opening the door.
His eyes wandered up the tall, form-fitting high-heeled black boots that really had no place here on the ranch, to two elegant and shapely legs, and grazed the curves until they met the face of the offender. Oval shape, deep-set green eyes that flashed with their own annoyance met his – unflinching. As they took in the mud dripping off the brim of his hat and the soaked condition of his clothing, the woman's lip caught in between her teeth and she sucked in a sharp breath.
Yeah, she'd better!
“What were you thinking?” He let the fury that had knotted for so long in his gut lash out on her. “You come here, driving like it's the Motor Speedway, not caring that we have animals and children running around. Didn't you see me, lady?”
So, that felt pretty good, until those eyes spewed out daggers of her own.
“I'm sorry,” she hissed, not at all demure or apologetic. She even squared her shoulders and lifted her pert chin. “I didn't see you-”
“Of course you didn't, going the speed of light past MY barn! What if one of my horses had gotten out? Would you have plowed them over too?”
Her lips parted slightly, her hands fisted onto her hips. And then, “Look, cowboy. I wouldn't hurt a horse. If you had put some warning triangles up, I would have seen you crouched by the side of your trailer. I'll have your clothes dry-cleaned – if that is something you do here in the sticks.”
Oh, now she was hitting below the belt. Clint stepped close, dripping down on her, towering over her. This woman was rubbing him against the grain. She had this hoity-toity attitude that he was so sick of. He'd had to deal with it from all sorts of tourists and today was not the day to mess with him.
Interview with the characters
Allow me to introduce the main characters, Clint Anderson and Leah Jackson, who sat down with me for an impromptu interview recently.
Me: Thank you for your time. I know you are both busy.
Clint Anderson: Yes. I really need to get back to my son and the ranch.
Leah Jackson (shifts as far away from Clint as she can): Yes. Please ask your questions.
Me (taken aback slightly and fidgeting with the piece of paper): Right. Clint. We've known you from the other two books in this series. How would you describe your last six years?
Clint Anderson (blows out a long breath): Rough. So many changes, most of them difficult. Of course, there's Ashton. He's amazing. You need to meet him.
Me (smiles and nods): I think I have.
Clint (scratches his head): Right. Yeah. I forget I'm only a puppet to your imagination.
Me: Leah. What do you think of this trip to Montana?
Leah Jackson (scoffs and brushes a piece of lint from her designer jeans): I can't stand the country. Give me New York City any day. I can't wait to get back there.
Me: But you've been able to reconnect with your cousin, Cady. And getting to know Ashton must be a treat, also.
Leah: I suppose. Yes. It's nice to see Cady. Ashton is... cute for a little kid.
Me: And how are you two getting along?
Clint (shifts uncomfortably): I got no beef with her.
Leah (looks at Clint with disgust): Do you have any more questions?
Me: I think I'm out of questions.