Coach Maddie and the Marine
By Blaire Edens
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He’s the one man she refuses to fall for...
After the combat death of her Marine husband, grief counselor Maddie Westerfield has thrown herself into helping other families—leaving no time for dating. Which is just fine with Maddie since falling in love again, especially with another man in uniform, is out of the question. No matter how gorgeous he is. Plus, she’s busy looking after her eight-year-old nephew for her deployed sister.
For the last eight years, Lieutenant David Sterling has lived with the guilt of losing one of his soldiers in an ambush in Afghanistan. So when the opportunity presents itself, he jumps at the chance to help the beautiful widow coach her nephew’s football team. But keeping things strictly professional between them is harder than he expected. And even though he knows a relationship with Maddie will only lead to heartbreak, he can't help falling for her.
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Reviews for Coach Maddie and the Marine
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a short, quick read. Overall, I enjoyed the story. However, I felt things between Maddie and David seemed a little rushed. Also, I would've liked to have seen a little more interaction with Andrew's football team to create some humor and to add more of Maddie and David together along with the kids. I think this story would've worked better as full length novel, but still enjoyable as it is.ARC received from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.
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Coach Maddie and the Marine - Blaire Edens
He’s the one man she refuses to fall for…
After the combat death of her Marine husband, grief counselor Maddie Westerfield has thrown herself into helping other families—leaving no time for dating. Which is just fine with Maddie since falling in love again, especially with another man in uniform, is out of the question. No matter how gorgeous he is. Plus, she’s busy looking after her eight-year-old nephew for her deployed sister.
For the last eight years, Lieutenant David Sterling has lived with the guilt of losing one of his soldiers in an ambush in Afghanistan. So when the opportunity presents itself, he jumps at the chance to help the beautiful widow coach her nephew’s football team. But keeping things strictly professional between them is harder than he expected. And even though he knows a relationship with Maddie will only lead to heartbreak, he can’t help falling for her.
Table of Contents
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
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 by Blaire Edens. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
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Edited by Allison Collins and Candace Havens
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ISBN 978-1-63375-210-8
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition December 2015
In memory of Lance Corporal Andrew J. Zabierek who made the ultimate sacrifice on May 21, 2004 in Al Anbar Province.
Your Clemson classmates will never forget you and I will always remember you as the kid who always made me smile in Botany and sent a beer to my table for any academic help I *might* have given you.
And
For Gunnery Sergeant (Ret.) Matthew E. Dordal who served his country honorably for twenty years and continues to serve the veteran community with amazing heart and tireless dedication.
I admire you more than you’ll ever know.
Chapter One
Maddie Westerfield was a fraud.
At least she felt like one. She’d graduated from lying to herself to lying to a client.
You have to move on, Julie. I know you loved him with all your heart, but he’s been gone nearly a year. It’s time to begin your life again.
She balanced her cell phone between her ear and shoulder. You’re young; someone will come along someday and you’ll remember what it feels like to fall in love again.
Ever since that day eight years ago, when the two marines in Dress Blues had knocked on the front door and told her that her husband, Frank, had been killed in combat, she’d told herself the same thing—that another love would come along and expand her heart again. So much for that. Becoming a grief counselor had done little to ease her own private pain.
By the time Julie was calm enough for her to disconnect, her ear was sweaty and her nerves were shot.
She took a deep breath and leaned back in her leather chair, taking a minute to appreciate the serenity of her home office. The walls were painted soft lavender, and the desk was last year’s birthday present from her sister, Callie—a thrift-store find refinished in a crisp white. Flower prints in matching distressed frames dotted the walls. The office had the overall feel of a cozy English cottage and she loved it.
A glance at the clock opposite her desk startled her back to the present. Seven thirty? Could that be right?
She’d done it again—gotten so involved with her work that she’d forgotten the time. Forgotten that a child needs a balanced dinner, preferably a warm one.
Andrew,
she called to her nephew as she hurried down the hall toward the den. Are you okay? Andrew?
Her voice cracked. She didn’t hear any of the sounds that usually went with an eight-year-old boy: the revving of imaginary car engines, the rhythmic bounce of a ball, an ongoing sports commentary. The house was quiet. Too quiet.
Andrew wasn’t in the den. Or the kitchen. His room was empty.
She shoved her feet into the flip-flops by the back door, and flew out the kitchen door and down the concrete steps into the backyard.
Empty.
Andrew,
she yelled, hoping he’d just thrown a ball into a neighbor’s yard and would hear her calling to him. The street was quiet, with only the occasional squawk of a bird, and in the far background the bass drum of artillery guns firing practice rounds at nearby Camp Wilson.
She glanced at the small shed in the corner of the backyard. Andrew’s bike was always propped up against the side of the shed. Missing.
Her heart plummeted, switched places with her stomach—the same sickening feeling she always got at the top of a tall hill on a roller coaster. Thread-like tentacles of fear prickled and crawled across the crown of her head.
She could cover the neighborhood faster on her bike so she took it from the shed. Pedaling fast through the grass, she hit the sidewalk and raced to the street. The asphalt shimmered with the late summer heat. The air, heavy with humidity—a hazard of central North Carolina in the summer—had the viscosity of motor oil and her lungs had to work to drag the oxygen out of it.
She turned left, automatically headed toward Andrew’s best friend’s house.
Andrew, Andrew!
She heard the raw desperation in her own voice. She told herself to stay calm. Not to overreact.
It was difficult to yell the boy’s name, search the area, and manage to keep the bike from crashing. As she neared the tidy 1950s brick ranch, there was no sign of the boys. No discarded bikes in the grass, or any sports detritus.
She skidded to a stop and ran up the walkway to the front door. She pressed the doorbell and then immediately banged on the etched glass. No sounds came from the inside of the house. No footsteps, not even the clicking of dog’s paws across the hardwood floors. She walked to the garage and peeked through the dusty glass.
Empty. Damn. Where is Andrew?
Swallowing a growing lump of panic, Maddie hopped astride the bike and pumped the pedals hard in the direction of her house. Her thighs burning with exertion, she tried to formulate a plan.
She would call all his friends first. No, she would get in the car and drive through the neighborhood first. Surely he’d just gone to a friend’s house. Maybe he’d shouted to tell her while she was working on the phone and she just didn’t hear. She had a list of phone numbers somewhere. Callie put the list in alphabetical order and laminated it before she left. Where was the list?
When she reached the house, she jumped off the bike while it was still moving and rushed through the back door. Keys in one hand, cell phone in the other, she used her pinky finger to open the drawer by the phone. In the very bottom, she found the laminated sheet.
Just as she dialed the first number, the doorbell rang.
Oh my God, something’s happened to him,
she murmured.
As soon as she said it, she realized how irrational the assumption was.
But, unfortunately, her head couldn’t convince her heart. It was pounding in alarm.
She wanted to race through the house to the front door, but her legs wouldn’t move. Paralyzed. Frozen. She looked at her feet, clad in flip-flops worn smooth from all the walks to the library and the post office. Walks she’d taken with Andrew. Her heart contracted like a vise—she’d been here before.
The doorbell rang again. Prosaic tones she’d heard hundreds of times. A chill ran through her.
It couldn’t be good news. All her friends used the side entrance and entered the house through the kitchen.
Maybe it was just a kid selling magazines. Although, in truth, it had been years since kids sold school fundraisers door to door.
She willed her legs to move, taking one step, then another until she reached the front door, bracing for the uniform on the other side. This time it would likely be law enforcement instead of the Corps. The royal blue of the Springdale Police instead of the dark navy of the United States Marine Corps.
Oh my God, I can’t do this again.
She placed her hand on the cool brass doorknob and took a deep breath to calm down. In. Out. She opened the door.
It wasn’t the Springdale Police. It was a marine. Only he wasn’t in uniform. He wore a faded gray T-shirt with Semper Fi emblazoned across the chest, and black running shorts, and had one arm draped around Andrew.
Relief washed through her, soaking into every cell of her body. She was torn between the need to cry and the desire to laugh hysterically. She struggled to get her feelings in check, not wanting a total stranger to glimpse the raw emotion just below the surface.
Ma’am?
he asked in a deep, bass voice. I’m Lieutenant David Sterling. I met Andrew at the track just before I started my run and I followed him home on his bike.
The name hit her like a Mack truck.
She took a deep breath, but it felt like she was breathing through a blanket.
Lieutenant Sterling. Frank’s commanding officer. He’d been with him when he was killed. It couldn’t be. Surely there was more than one Sterling in the Marine Corps. Fate wouldn’t do that to her.
She forced her mind back to the present. She continuously looked for a link to the past, a way to make sense of Frank’s death. There was no reason to think this was the same man. What were the odds? Even if Sterling wasn’t a common surname, surely there was more than one in the Marine Corps.
She was lying to herself but couldn’t seem to stop.
If she weren’t flooded with adrenaline and relief, she might be able to think more clearly. Her hands shook and she tucked them into the pockets of her shorts.
Andrew shuffled his feet and looked down at the floor of the porch.
She bent so that she was eye to eye with the child, lifted his chin with her palm and said, Where have you been? It’s after eight o’clock.
She pulled him toward her, attempting a hug, but he resisted. Looking him over, she checked for scratches or bruises. Satisfied he was unharmed, she said, I was scared that something terrible had happened to you.
He bowed his head, ducked and ran past her down the hall. She stood and turned. Come back here this instant. You need to apologize.
The slam of his bedroom door echoed down the hall.
Maybe she should’ve tried a softer approach, but that might have turned on the waterworks that always seemed to be so close to the surface these days.
I’m sorry,
she said, turning to the marine, embarrassed. With one hand on the doorknob, she leaned into the door. I appreciate you bringing him home.
Ma’am? I’d really like to talk to you for a second.
Oh, well, I really need to handle this situation with Andrew.
She eased the door forward a couple of inches.
Maddie wanted to shut him out more than she’d ever wanted anything. In her heart, she knew he’d been with Frank at the end and she’d worked so hard to get past her husband’s death. She wouldn’t let anyone threaten her progress.
She was determined to forget.
She’d loved Frank more than anything in the world and his death left a hole so deep she was certain it could never be filled. There would never be another Frank.
It’s about Andrew and I think it’s important.
His amber eyes were filled with concern.
Okay, well, in that case, please come inside.
She reluctantly stepped back from the door and extended her arm. She really couldn’t deny his request. After all, he’d brought her nephew home safe and sound.
As he moved past her, his scent filled her nose. An intoxicating mixture of woodsy, clean aftershave, and the salty tang of sweat.
Her body reacted to him in a way she wasn’t expecting. It had been a long time since she’d felt that sizzle and it made her even more nervous and edgy.
He towered over her, easily standing a couple of inches over six feet. His thick dark hair, cropped close to the head, hinted at a tendency to curl. Under the thin T-shirt and loose shorts, it was easy to tell that he had the body of a well-toned athlete. His was not the kind of body that ran a couple of miles a day, but the kind that could compete in The Ironman.
She tried not to look and failed.
Thank you, Ms… I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.
Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Maddie Westerfield.
His eyes went wide. But Andrew said his last name was Ingle.
It is. Westerfield is my husband’s name. Was my husband’s name.
He stepped backward and blinked rapidly as if it was too much to take in at once. Finally, somewhat recovered, he took her hand in his and shook it. His hands were large, nearly double the size of hers.
Have a seat.
She gestured toward the couch. What was Andrew doing at the track in the first place?
He looked at the sofa and then back at her. I’m okay. I’ll stand.
Please, you did me a huge favor by bringing him home safely.
He sat on the edge