A Father's Vow

Isabella Trueblood made history reuniting people torn apart by war and an epidemic. Now, generations later, Lily and Dylan Garrett carry on her work with their agency, Finders Keepers. Circumstances may have changed, but the goal remains the same.

Lost

One twin. Ben Mulholland desperately needs a bone marrow donor to save his little girl, Lucy. The brother Ben never knew he had is Lucy’s best, maybe only, chance. If he can just track him down...

Found

The miracle of hope. Caroline St. Clair has loved Ben forever and she’ll do whatever it takes to ensure he doesn’t lose his precious daughter. In the process, old wounds are healed and flames of passion reignited. But the future is far from secure.

Finders Keepers: bringing families together

“I can’t wait any longer to dance with you,” Ben murmured.

Carolyn drifted into his arms. Pressing her face against his shoulder, she said, “How many times have you called to check on Lucy?”

He laughed, and they moved to the music, a seamless union of man and woman. “Only once, thank you. She wants me to bring her a flower from the bride’s bouquet.”

“I’ll go snatch one before Lily tosses it to the crowd.”

Ben framed her face with his hands and looked into her eyes. “Don’t go away, Carolyn. I have a confession to make.”

She stared, lost in his suddenly serious expression. “I’m listening.”

“The thought occurred to me that this could have been us if we’d gotten married.” He leaned to brush his lips against hers. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, you’ll always be part of my soul.”

“Ben, don’t,” she said quickly, “because I—I’m—”

He put his chin against her forehead, holding her close. “Only putting up a brave front?”

Dear Reader,

I was immediately intrigued when I was asked to participate in the TRUEBLOOD, TEXAS series, because A Father’s Vow deals with the issue of how much a father is willing to do for his child.

And isn’t that a central theme that plays through most of our lives? I love the guardian aspect of a father’s role in his child’s life. In this romance we get to see Ben Mulholland’s strengths—and even get a peek at his desperation and fragility—as he takes the role of front-and-center player in his daughter’s life.

As readers, we love to meet and read about big, strong men who fight so hard for their kids! Ben Mulholland is based on real-life fathers I have seen. There’s the dad who shows up in his suit after work, holding a younger baby in his arms, while he coaches soccer. Or the one who works two jobs so that the bills are paid. The dad who mentors and takes the time to lay his hands across another child’s shoulders to say, “I’m here for you.”

Hopefully, I’ve captured the meaning that a father has in his child’s life in this book. I hope you enjoy it. Please visit me at www.tinaleonard.com and let me know!

Love,

Tina Leonard

A Father’s Vow
Tina Leonard

www.millsandboon.co.uk

THE TRUEBLOOD LEGACY

THE YEAR WAS 1918, and the Great War in Europe still raged, but Esau Porter was heading home to Texas.

The young sergeant arrived at his parents’ ranch northwest of San Antonio on a Sunday night, only the celebration didn’t go off as planned. Most of the townsfolk of Carmelita had come out to welcome Esau home, but when they saw the sorry condition of the boy, they gave their respects quickly and left.

The fever got so bad so fast that Mrs. Porter hardly knew what to do. By Monday night, before the doctor from San Antonio made it into town, Esau was dead.

The Porter family grieved. How could their son have survived the German peril, only to burn up and die in his own bed? It wasn’t much of a surprise when Mrs. Porter took to her bed on Wednesday. But it was a hell of a shock when half the residents of Carmelita came down with the horrible illness. House after house was hit by death, and all the townspeople could do was pray for salvation.

None came. By the end of the year, over one hundred souls had perished. The influenza virus took those in the prime of life, leaving behind an unprecedented number of orphans. And the virus knew no boundaries. By the time the threat had passed, more than thirty-seven million people had succumbed worldwide.

But in one house, there was still hope.

Isabella Trueblood had come to Carmelita in the late 1800s with her father, blacksmith Saul Trueblood, and her mother, Teresa Collier Trueblood. The family had traveled from Indiana, leaving their Quaker roots behind.

Young Isabella grew up to be an intelligent woman who had a gift for healing and storytelling. Her dreams centered on the boy next door, Foster Carter, the son of Chester and Grace.

Just before the bad times came in 1918, Foster asked Isabella to be his wife, and the future of the Carter spread was secured. It was a happy union, and the future looked bright for the young couple.

Two years later, not one of their relatives was alive. How the young couple had survived was a miracle. And during the epidemic, Isabella and Foster had taken in more than twenty-two orphaned children from all over the county. They fed them, clothed them, taught them as if they were blood kin.

Then Isabella became pregnant, but there were complications. Love for her handsome son, Josiah, born in 1920, wasn’t enough to stop her from grow-ing weaker by the day. Knowing she couldn’t leave her husband to tend to all the children if she died, she set out to find families for each one of her orphaned charges.

And so the Trueblood Foundation was born. Named in memory of Isabella’s parents, it would become famous all over Texas. Some of the orphaned children went to strangers, but many were reunited with their families. After reading notices in newspapers and church bulletins, aunts, uncles, cousins and grand-parents rushed to Carmelita to find the young ones they’d given up for dead.

Toward the end of Isabella’s life, she’d brought together more than thirty families, and not just her orphans. Many others, old and young, made their way to her doorstep, and Isabella turned no one away.

At her death, the town’s name was changed to Trueblood, in her honor. For years to come, her simple grave was adorned with flowers on the anniversary of her death, grateful tokens of appreciation from the families she had brought together.

Isabella’s son, Josiah, grew into a fine rancher and married Rebecca Montgomery in 1938. They had a daughter, Elizabeth Trueblood Carter, in 1940. Elizabeth married her neighbor William Garrett in 1965, and gave birth to twins Lily and Dylan in 1971, and daughter Ashley a few years later. Home was the Double G ranch, about ten miles from Trueblood proper, and the Garrett children grew up listening to stories of their famous great-grandmother, Isabella. Because they were Truebloods, they knew that they, too, had a sacred duty to carry on the tradition passed down to them: finding lost souls and reuniting loved ones.

Tina Leonard is acknowledged as the author of this work.

Many thanks to Marsha Zinberg and Susan Sheppard, who helped me make this book the best I could make it.

Also, my sincere thanks to Peggy Hoffmann (aka Kate Hoffmann), without whom I’m pretty sure I would never have been able to write this story. Thanks, Peggy—it was fun!

And to my kids, Lisa and Dean, who are patient with their never-Betty-Crocker mom. I love you.

Contents

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

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

CAROLYN ST. CLAIR wasn’t having the best day to begin with, but when the doors to Finders Keepers opened to reveal Ben Mulholland—her long-lost love—things went to heck in a handbasket.

Never mind that her pulse jumped erratically and a thrill set every one of her nerve endings on high alert.

Ben’s intense hazel eyes settled on her with unyielding focus, and Carolyn managed the most difficult smile she’d ever forced to her face.

“Hello, Ben,” she said.

“Carolyn.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his well-worn jeans and stared at her, clearly uncomfortable.

Time had made strangers of them. She reached for the platitude. “You’re looking well.”

His eyes flickered. “You are, too.”

The response was too automatic to be a genuine compliment, so she decided to skip the small talk and say what she really wanted to say, no matter how awkward. “I was sorry to hear about your mom, Ben.” She swallowed, hoping her stilted tone conveyed the sympathy she felt. But was it more sympathy than he’d welcome from an old girlfriend?

When nodded in appreciation, Carolyn relaxed slightly.

“Thanks. Mom really liked you.”

Eileen Mulholland had been certain Carolyn and Ben were perfect for each other. When Carolyn broke off the relationship, Eileen had personally called to tell her how sorry she was, and that she’d hoped Carolyn would one day become her daughter-in-law. Eileen never asked why Carolyn was breaking the engagement. She’d merely expressed her love.

Carolyn had felt so guilty.

Another woman had become Eileen’s daughter-in-law, not too many months later. Sadly, she’d also become her ex-daughter-in-law, shortly before Eileen passed away.

“I saw the pot of daisies in Mom’s hospital room,” Ben said. “She told me you’d been by.” He cleared his throat. “It was nice of you to visit her, Carolyn.”

How could she not? She’d loved Eileen. She’d loved Ben. They were part of the family to which she had desperately wanted to belong; a family she’d always dreamed of.

She’d known for some time she would never have that family of her dreams.

“I hated to see her go, Ben. She had so much love of life.”

“Thanks, Carolyn.” His lips flattened for a moment, before he said, “Mom told me you were working here. I came by to ask a favor of you.”

Carolyn’s eyebrows rose. “A favor?”

“Actually, I’d like to hire Finders Keepers for a personal reason.” He sighed. “I suppose nobody walks in the agency door unless it’s a personal reason.”

She tried to offer him a reassuring smile. He was obviously on edge, but she didn’t feel it was because of her. On the other hand, she had tensed the moment their eyes met, despite the years since she’d last seen him. Now she needed to call on her professionalism to keep a wedge between the feelings she still had for Ben and the knowledge that those buried emotions would always be doomed to disappointment. “Please sit down.” She gestured to a chair near the desk. “Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? A soda?”

He shook his head, drumming his fingers on the desk after he sat. One hand riffled absently through sandy hair that needed a trim. He looked tired Carolyn noted, or perhaps worried. Something other than happiness had etched itself into the sun lines around his eyes; the easy smile he’d once possessed hadn’t surfaced since he’d walked in the door.

“How can Finders Keepers help you, Ben?”

“By taking my case.”

“We’ll certainly review whether our expertise is a match for your needs, but—”

“It’s important to me that you be the one handling it,” he stressed.

Startled, she shook her head. “I don’t know if that would be in your best interest, Ben. Dylan and Lily Garrett really hired me to run the office. They’re the experienced—”

“You haven’t even heard the details,” he reminded her. “Don’t tell me no just yet, Carolyn. Please.”

He hadn’t missed her reluctance to agree to his request. She shifted in her chair, unable to meet his eyes for a moment. “I’m willing to listen, of course. And Finders Keepers will do the best they can to help you.”

He frowned, furrowing the skin between his sandy brows. “You’re uncomfortable.”

She hesitated. “Perhaps a little.”

Nodding, he said, “I understand that. I wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t a matter of urgency.”

When he stared at her, those large hazel eyes pleading for her acquiescence, Carolyn wanted to close her own eyes and sigh. The memory of having to say no to him on another matter—marriage—crystallized painfully in her mind. She pushed the memory into a place she wouldn’t let it escape from again today. “Do you mind if I tape you?” she asked. “I’ll take notes, but it’s better if I have a tape to go back over later, just in case I should miss anything.”

He blinked at her sudden take-charge tone. “Does that mean you’ll handle my case?”

She extinguished the pleasure she felt at the relief in his voice. “It means I need to get the particulars and discuss them with the Garretts, who run Finders Keepers. It’s Dylan and Lily who do all the investigative work.” She raised a hand to quell his instant protest. “I’ll do my best to underscore your wishes that I handle this for you, Ben. I give you my word.”

He nodded. “Your word was always good, Carolyn. I’ll take it.”

She set out a tape recorder on the desk, fitted it with a new cassette. The agency door opened, and a tall, beautiful blonde walked in, her stride graceful, but almost too long for the little girl beside her. Carolyn’s heart stopped in her chest.

Marissa. Ben’s ex-wife. The woman he’d married very quickly after Carolyn had turned down his marriage proposal. She made herself smile, girding her heart against the pain.

“This is Marissa,” Ben said, not knowing that Carolyn had devoured the pictures of him and his new bride in the newspaper six years ago. Nor had she been able to keep from looking at the photos of Marissa in magazines over the years. Marissa in swimsuits, evening gowns, lingerie—it had hurt. For some reason, every photo of his glamorous wife had stung, maybe because Carolyn knew that beside Marissa’s bright light, she was a nondescript shadow.

“Hello, Marissa,” Carolyn said. “I’m Carolyn St. Clair.”

“I know who you are,” Marissa returned, her tone not warm, but not cool, either. Matter-of-fact. They assessed each other wordlessly, then the little girl Marissa held by the hand leaped into Ben’s lap and they broke eye contact.

Carolyn was dead certain she’d be taking a hiatus from doughnuts with her hot tea from now on. And maybe she’d make an appointment for some highlights, start running on the track at the high school in the evenings…

“Carolyn,” Ben said, his voice gentle, “this is my daughter, Lucy.”

And his daughter’s bright smile sent all the misgivings she’d been nursing right out of her head. “Hello, Lucy. You sure are pretty.”

“I know.” She grinned at Carolyn. “Everyone says I look like Mommy.”

Carolyn smiled. “You do.”

“But I’m going to look like my daddy when I grow up.” She turned in her father’s lap to brush the hair from his eyes. Then she kissed him on the nose and patted his cheek with a soft, pudgy hand. “I’m going to marry my daddy when I grow up.”

Ben’s laugh was quiet and proud. Marissa looked at her designer fingernails. Well, that makes three of us in the same room who have considered marrying Ben Mulholland at one time, Carolyn thought wryly. Lucy’s childish wish was the most impractical, but it was obvious she had every centimeter of Ben’s heart, and was guaranteed to keep it that way.

“I need a half hour or so,” Ben said over Lucy’s shoulder as he looked up at Marissa.

“Oh, Daddy!” Lucy protested, clearly unwilling to detach herself from her big, strong father.

Marissa nodded. Her gaze flicked to Carolyn as she reached to take Lucy’s hand and guide her off her father’s lap. “It was nice meeting you, Carolyn.”

“You, too.”

“Ben has a lot of faith in you,” Marissa murmured. “I hope you can help us.”

Help us. The plural caught Carolyn off guard. This was, then, a family situation that had brought Ben to her. Nothing she needed to fear. The past was not going to jump out at her with painful memories. “I’ll do my best,” she told Marissa sincerely. “Although I have yet to hear the situation, I certainly hope Finders Keepers can resolve it.”

Marissa nodded, her eyes dark with something Carolyn couldn’t define before she turned back to her husband. “Ben, my plane leaves in a few hours.”

“I’ll have you at the airport on time. Bye, honey.” He kissed Lucy on the side of the cheek. She patted his face and then walked to the door with her elegant mother.

Carolyn glanced down as the door closing behind them. The pain she’d so determinedly avoided suddenly flayed her. “She’s beautiful, Ben,” she said automatically, meaning Lucy but knowing the word encompassed his wife, as well.

“Lucy is my soul’s joy.” He leaned forward and Carolyn’s gaze involuntarily rose to his face. “She means the world to me. I can’t even tell you how much I love my daughter.” It seemed that the earnestness left his eyes for a moment as he focused inward. Then he said slowly, “She has leukemia, Carolyn.”

Denial sprang into Carolyn’s mind. “Oh, Ben!”

She didn’t know what else to say. I’m sorry wouldn’t cut it. How terrifying! was all wrong. Why Lucy? Why Ben? Why his mother and his child?

He put his head down, a slow surrender to pain, and sheltered his face with splayed fingers.

But she’d seen the tear. She heard his heart breaking. She’d seen the panic in his eyes, in Marissa’s eyes.

Once again, Ben wanted a yes from her. This time, there was no way she could deny him. She took a deep, steadying breath and reached out her hand to cover the clenched fist he’d braced on his knee.

“I’m going to get you a soda from the kitchen,” she said softly, knowing he needed a moment to pull himself back together. “And then you and I will get to work on whatever it is that brought you to Finders Keepers.”

“I need to find a miracle,” Ben said, his voice rasping with raw emotion.

She squeezed his hand briefly and rose from her seat, not at all certain she was the one he should have come to for a miracle.

* * *

“WHEN MOM WAS in the hospital, she was doing a lot of walking down memory lane.” Ben had enjoyed hearing about his mother’s childhood. He’d already known a lot about her past life, but it had brought them closer together to share the walk she needed to take. “In the final days, she focused on Lucy, and I probably don’t have to tell you that Mom was intense. Lucy was…special.” He smiled, somehow self-deprecatingly. “She’s special to me, too, of course, but Lucy and Mom were really connected.”

“Grandparents occupy a magical place in children’s lives,” Carolyn murmured.

He frowned, realizing he’d heard her say that a long time ago. It had been six years since they’d broken up, yet there was so much he could still remember about Carolyn. She’d been important to him in a way no one else had ever been. Maybe the innocence of youth had deepened the level of understanding between them. Tightened their connection.

It had been difficult to come here today, to face the woman he’d loved so deeply. No man willingly sought out a woman who’d rejected him. Avoiding pain was what a man did best. He would never have married Marissa if he hadn’t been running from his shattered emotions. But his mother seemed to think Carolyn could help Lucy. Heaven only knew, what he was going to ask of her was impossible. Unthinkable.

Carolyn was a woman, not a savior.

“In the hospital, Mom revealed to me that I’d had a twin. She gave birth to two children, both boys.” He swallowed. It still felt strange to repeat his mother’s incredible words. “The other child—“ he couldn’t say my brother “-was stillborn, according to the nurse who attended her.”

Carolyn’s hand flew to make a notation, then her gaze met his again. He saw calm in her eyes, none of the raging fear and panic he felt. Her acceptance of his pronouncement allowed him to continue.

“At the time Mom delivered, apparently a black market baby ring was in operation in Texas, ghastly as that sounds. Newborns have always fetched top dollar. Mom had two, and she believes that one of them may have been…stolen.”

“But if one was stillborn, then why would the baby have been stolen?”

“Mom believes she heard the cry of another infant in the room. Two babies crying, but only for a few seconds. She was groggy from medication—even then women were often put to sleep to have children.”

“I know. My mother said it was wonderful to wake up and be handed a baby.”

He nodded. “Mom says she was already coming out of the anaesthesia when she heard the crying. But when she was told that one of her children had been stillborn, she didn’t suspect that anyone would lie to her about it. She was young, seventeen, and my father was away at a farmer’s market in Fort Worth, and…”

“She was overwhelmed and frightened. And too young to question what she’d heard.”

“Right.” A sigh escaped him. “I won’t tell you that I embraced this story of hers when she told me. I know Mom was desperate to find a bone marrow match for Lucy, and at a success rate of one in three million, we’d need an angel to guide us in finding one.”

Carolyn made no comment, didn’t raise an eyebrow in disbelief. He’d gotten past the hard parts without rejection. She seemed to take in every word he said with complete empathy.

“Mom was rambling at the end somewhat, and this could easily be the wishful thinking of a dying woman. I know wishful thinking is more my companion every day, but even I know how implausible this sounds.”

“I’m sure you and Marissa have run through both sides of your family tree for possibilities?”

“Of course.”

Carolyn held his gaze for a second before looking at her notes. He had the feeling she was deep in thought. Her green eyes were alert, her posture erect. She’d always had a curvaceous, knock-out body, but the coral suit she wore gave her a professional demeanor. He liked the fact that the body he remembered so well was hidden beneath a jacket, knee-length skirt and gauzy blouse—a secret he would have preferred to keep his alone.

Pushing back auburn-tinted, rich brown hair, Carolyn met his gaze again. His heart stilled as he realized she was about to pronounce the time, dollars and energy this search would require.

“Ben, there are records which can be searched easily enough to get us started. It is true that long-lost relatives have been found as a result of searches by loved ones who suspect exactly what your mother did. But the outcome is a long shot, and I’m sure you know that.”

He nodded.

“Still, it’s not unthinkable.”

“You’ll do it, then?” The relief that swept through him was a crashing ocean wave flinging him onto a beach of hope.

“I’ll present your case file to Lily and Dylan Garrett. They’re better equipped to assist you. Lily has experience as a forensics expert for the FBI, and Dylan worked as an undercover detective. Actually, he was instrumental in breaking that baby-selling ring last spring. We’ve also started to refer cases to Budnicki-Morales Private Investigations in Midland-Odessa. Jennifer Rodriguez works there, and she is top-notch at locating missing persons.”

“While I appreciate your advice to put my case in experienced hands, you said yourself that records could be easily searched to start the ball rolling. That’s something you can do yourself, isn’t it?”

She nodded. “Yes, but—”

“Where are the Garretts right now?”

Her expressive emerald eyes widened. “Lily is getting married, so she’s tied up with wedding details, and Dylan is out of town handling some of her caseload.”

“So, they’re otherwise occupied and not likely to give top priority to this case.”

“The Garretts are thorough in their attention—”

“I know. My point is that my daughter is very ill with acute lymphocytic leukemia. I don’t have the luxury of time. You said yourself the research process could easily be started. In fact, I’m here because of Carolyn St. Clair, not the Garretts. I trust you, and I know you well enough to know that you’ll use all your energy to tear into the facts like a tenacious bull, Carolyn.”

“Thanks, I think,” she murmured.

He reached to touch her chin with his finger, so that she’d meet his eyes. “I need you for this, Carolyn. Mom sent me here with her last breath, to find you and ask you for your help. She knew you loved her…knew you’d fall in love with Lucy.”

Knew you’d loved me. He didn’t say it, but the words hung between them, implied and poignant. For whatever reason she’d left him—and that was a mystery he’d never unlock now—he knew in his heart that when Carolyn St. Clair loved someone, she loved with all her soul.

He was counting on that for Lucy.