Bonnie K. Winn - Family by Design

I dont blame her for acting out. Shes
lost everyone she loves, J.C. said.

Unexpectedly, Maddie covered his hand with hers. Not quite everyone.

He stared at her long, slender fingers and pulled his gaze back to hers. My niece has been fighting with some of the girls at school, her grades are slipping. And Chrissy was miserable.

Concern etched Maddies face. Can I help? She could spend afternoons with us.

Dont have enough on your plate now?

Its what we do. You know, here in Rosewood. Shes a child who needs any help we can give her.

It was how J.C. had been raised, too. Maybe from people who have the time. Youre exhausted now. Im not going to add to that burden.

The fire in her now stormy gray eyes was one he remembered. Its not a burden. I have enough energy to spare some for Chrissy.

She was pretty remarkable, J.C. decided. Even more remarkableshe didnt seem to realize it.

Dear Reader,

Sometimes a book comes from the whisper of an idea or from experience. In an ever-shifting world, I draw from both. I was blessed with loving, caring parents. The immeasurable bond between my mother and myself was a gift from the Lord. Even when dementia robbed her memory, her love for me never wavered. I am thankful every day for what we shared and how incredibly blessed I was to have her for my mother.

I always wished to have the same relationship with my own daughter, but when she was born, it was a boy! Brian has been an incredible blessing and this last year had his first child, a baby girl, Liberty. Shes only the third girl in five generations of my family! A miracle! My daughter-in-law, Lindsey, is my girl now, too, a true daughter who I love.

The Lord knew I always wanted a sister, so He gave me friends who are my sisters. Through one, Karen, I was blessed with the daughter of my heart, Erica. She has been dear to me since she was a child, and with her I have been able to have the mother-daughter relationship that I prayed for.

Ive never known if life does indeed imitate art, but I do know that we are all incredibly fortunate to have families, whether theyre of our blood or not, who care about and love us. My wish for you, dear reader, is that your life is blessed with family, perhaps even family by design.

God bless,

Family by Design

Bonnie K. Winn

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Many daughters have done nobly,
But you excel them all.
Proverbs 31:29

For Erica Endo, daughter of my heart.

Chapter One

M addie Carter forgot to breathe. Her hand, swallowed by the doctors larger one, rioted in unexpected reaction.

Dr. J. C. Mueller smiled and she gaped, unable to think of anything coherent to say as he turned to her mother, Lillian.

So, Mrs. Carter, I understand your G.P. recommended you meet with me. He winked. Of course, I am the only neurologist in Rosewood.

Maddie stumbled on her way to the extra chair in the examining room, righting herself quickly, hoping he hadnt noticed.

How had she forgotten this man? True, hed been three years ahead of her in high school, then hed gone to Baylor, while shed attended the University of Texas, but still She couldnt stop staring. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a shock of thick dark hair, mesmerizing brown eyes and a cleft in his chin that begged to be touched.

J.C. flipped through the thick pile of pages in her mothers chart, detailing the history of strokes that had brought on early onset dementia. He put down the folder, picking up Lillians hand, placing two fingers over her upturned wrist.

Maddie couldnt still her heartbeat, instantly remembering the strength of his long fingers, the touch that tickled even her toes.

Mrs. Carter, your vital signs are excellent.

Pleased, Lillian smiled. Thank you, young man.

Id like to run a few tests, nothing invasive.

Have I met you before? Lillian questioned, puzzled.

I grew up here in Rosewood, J.C. responded patiently. His wide smile was easy, kind. And his gold-flecked brown eyes sparkled.

Maddies own pulse increased. Good thing he wasnt recording hers.

How about you, Mrs. Carter? Are you from Rosewood originally?

Maddie recognized the pattern to the handsome doctors questions. He wanted to see if her mother could remember and verbalize her recollections. Lillians worsening symptoms had prompted their G.P.s referral to a specialist.

My mother was born here, Lillian mused, her pale blue eyes reflective. My father came from the Panhandle, near Amarillo. But he took one look at her and knew he wanted to stay. Smiling, she looked up at the doctor. Love will do that, you know.

Yes, maam, J.C. agreed, stretching out his long legs.

Immediately, Maddie wondered if he was married, engaged. Surely some smart woman had snagged him long ago.

So you raised your family here, J.C. continued. Lillians short-term memory was nearly nonexistent, but she remembered quite a bit from the past.

My Maddie, yes.

J.C. glanced in Maddies direction to include her in the conversation. Just one child?

One perfect daughter, Lillian declared proudly.

Maddie felt her cheeks warming and shrugged an embarrassed apology to the doctor.

He grinned. And why mess with perfection?

Thats how we always felt, Lillian agreed with a vigorous nod as she turned to stare at her daughter.

J.C. mimicked her action.

Maddie immediately wished shed remembered to wear lipstick. And what had she been thinking when shed chosen this rumpled blouse and skirt? That her mother had let the bath water run unchecked until it overflowed. And Maddie had been zooming on full speed to get the mess cleaned up so that they could get ready for the appointment. Their small home had only one bathroom and Lillian could have easily slipped on the tile floor.

Self-consciously, Maddie smoothed her full cotton skirt, remembering she hadnt done a thing with her hair. In fact, shed pulled it back in a messy ponytail. Just add the braces shed once worn and she would look as geeky as she had in high school. Trying not to flush more, Maddie smiled feebly beneath their inspection.

Maddie should have her own tea shop, Lillian continued.

Oh, yes?

Maddie squirmed. Just an old dream.

Nothing of the kind, Lillian declared. She should set up right on Main Street, smack dab in the middle of town.

Let me know when youre ready, J.C. gazed at Maddie. I happen to have a building well, actually it belongs to my young niece. And it desperately needs a tenant. Be a great place for a tea shop. Turning back to Lillian, he extended his hand. Mrs. Carter, Ive enjoyed our visit and Im looking forward to seeing you more often.

I should think youd rather visit with my beautiful daughter, Lillian guilelessly replied.

Lord, a hole, please. Underneath this chair, just big enough for me to disappear.

Ill see you both on your next visit, J.C. replied without missing a beat.

Rumpled, crumpled and thoroughly embarrassed, Maddie rose, ready to end their consultation.

But the doctor wasnt. This time he spoke directly to her. My nurse will set up the tests. He held out a paper. Just give this to her. He scribbled on a second sheet of paper. And I want to adjust your mothers medications.

Thank Maddie cleared the embarrassing croaking in her voice. Thank you.

My pleasure.

She sincerely doubted that, but smiled. Mom, should we go home? Have that cup of tea?

Maddie makes the best tea in the world, Lillian announced, this time her voice not as strong. She weakened quickly these days.