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It was an A-frame bh a porch all right, but it looked as though the porch was only attached on the Virgin river series by robyn carr side while the other end had broken away and listed downward. The shingles were black with rain and age and there was a board nailed over one Virtin the windows. It was Virgkn lit within or without; carf was no friendly curl of smoke coming from rovyn chimney. The pictures were lying on the seat beside her. Dobyn blasted seeries her horn and jumped immediately out of the car, clutching the pictures and pulling the hood of her wool jacket over her head.

She ran to the truck. He rolled down his window and looked at her as if she had a screw loose. It was bathed in sunlight in the picture. She said I could have the house rent free for a year, plus salary. And certified nurse midwife. Seems like you shoulda come up here and look the place over and meet the doc before making up your mind. Actually he cackled as he drove out of the clearing. Mel stuffed the picture under her jacket and stood in the rain near her car as the Suburban parked. It was pretty well splashed up, but it was still obvious it was an older model. The driver trained the lights on the cottage and left them on as the door opened. Out of the SUV climbed this itty bitty elderly woman with thick, springy white hair and black framed glasses too big for her face.

She pitched a cigarette into the mud and, wearing a huge toothy smile, she approached Mel. I meant to get over here yesterday, but the day got away from me. You said it was adorable! Precious is what you said! Do you want to stand in the rain or go inside and see what we have? Rather, she tested it gingerly. It had a dangerous slant, but appeared to be solid in front of the door.

A light went on inside just as Mel reached the door. Immediately following the dim light came a cloud of choking dust as Mrs. McCrea rifer out the tablecloth. It sent Mel back out onto the porch, coughing. Once she recovered, she took fobyn deep breath of the cold, b air and ventured back inside. McCrea seemed to be busy trying to put things right, despite the filth in the place. She was pushing chairs up to the farr, blowing dust rivr lampshades, propping books on the robyj with bookends. Mel had a look around, but only to satisfy her curiosity as to how horrid it was, because there was no way she was staying.

There was a faded floral couch, a matching chair and ottoman, an old chest that served as a coffee table and a brick and board bookcase, the boards unfinished. Only a few steps away, divided from the living room by a counter, was the small kitchen. The refrigerator and oven doors stood open, as did most of the cupboard doors. The sink was full of pots and dishes; there were stacks of dusty dishes and plenty of cups and glasses in the cupboards, all too dirty to use. She went to the front door and pitched it out into the yard. She shoved her glasses up on her nose as she regarded Mel.

That old man in the pick-up had to pull me out of the mud just down the road. Been drinking again is my guess. A bed and breakfast? A motel on the highway? I have a big house with no room in it—filled to the top with junk. It would take all night to clear off the couch. That husband of hers can be a handful.

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Every second this place sounded worse and worse. Lord, you do get yourself worked up. Then ignoring Mel completely, she went to the refrigerator and stooped to plug it in. The light went on immediately and Mrs. McCrea reached inside to adjust the temperature and close the door. She felt a lot safer here than in the house where her hostess would be lighting a gas water heater. She had a passing thought that if it blew up and destroyed the cabin, they could cut their loses here and now. Once in the passenger seat, she looked over her shoulder to see the back of the Suburban was full of pillows, blankets and boxes. Supplies for the falling-down house, she assumed.

But then, at first light… A few minutes passed and then Mrs. McCrea came out of the cottage and pulled the door closed. Mel was impressed by the agility with which the old woman got herself into the Suburban. She put a foot on the step, grabbed the handle above the door with one hand, the arm rest with the other and bounced herself right into the seat. She had a rather large pillow to sit on and her seat was pushed way up so she could reach the pedals. Without a word, she put the vehicle in gear and expertly backed down the narrow drive out onto the road. We got all the most challenging cases and hopeless patients, and did a damn fine job if I do say so myself.

By tough, I thought you meant medically. The only thing she really dreaded was owning up to Joey. Plus, she was fascinated by the ease, speed and finesse with which Ms. McCrea handled the big Suburban, bouncing down the tree lined road and around the tight curves in the pouring rain. She had thought this might be a respite from pain and loneliness and fear. A relief from the stress of patients who were either perpetrators or victims of crimes, or devastatingly poor and without resources or hope. When she saw the pictures of the cute little town, it was easy to imagine a homey place where people needed her.

She saw herself blooming under the grateful thanks of rosy-cheeked country patients. Meaningful work was the one thing that had always cut through any troubling personal issues. Not to mention the lift of escaping the smog and traffic and getting back to nature in the pristine beauty of the forest. The prospect of delivering babies for mostly uninsured women in rural Virgin River had closed the deal. Working as a nurse practitioner was satisfying, but midwifery was her true calling. Joey was her only family now; she wanted Mel to come to Colorado Springs and stay with her, her husband Bill and their three children. Now, in the absence of any better ideas, she would be forced to look for work there.

As they passed through what seemed to be a town, she grimaced again. Damn, this is a big rain. March—always brings us this nasty weather. He makes a lot of house calls, too. There was the store, much older and more worn, the proprietor just locking the front door for the night. A dozen houses lined the street—small and old. The street was wide, but dark and vacant—there were no street lights. The old woman must have gone through one of her ancient photo albums to come up with the pictures. Or maybe she snapped a few of another town. She looked at her watch. Nor did she have an umbrella. Her jacket was now drenched and she smelled like wet sheep.

Once inside, she was rather pleasantly surprised. It was dark and woody with a fire ablaze in a big stone hearth. The polished wood floors were shiny clean and something smelled good, edible.

Ribyn when he visits there he tells out no-one with the last name of Reacher has ever brought there. McCrea seemed to be separate sub to put elders right, despite the money in the sofa.

Over a long bar, above rows of shelved liquor bottles, was a huge mounted fish; on another rkbyn, a bear skin rvier big it covered half the wall. There were about a dozen tables sans tablecloths and only one customer at the bar; the Vidgin man who rivet pulled her out of the mud sat slumped over a drink. Behind the bar stood a tall man in a plaid shirt with sleeves rolled up, polishing a glass with a towel. He looked to roybn in his late thirties and wore his brown hair cropped close. He lifted expressive brows and his chin in greeting as they entered. Then his lips curved in a smile. She warmed herself, vigorously rkver her icy hands together in front of the flames.

This was more what she had expected—a cozy, clean cabin, a blazing fire, a meal ready on the stove. She could do without the dead animals, but this is what you get in hunting seroes. You gonna be able to get that down? She let her eyes drift closed for a moment, appreciating the unexpected fine quality. She looked back at the bar, but the bartender had disappeared. Miss Monroe, meet Doc Mullins. He gave a nod. So much for the friendly small town atmosphere, she thought. McCrea was walking back to the fireplace. She plunked herself down at the table.

He turned his gaze toward her, but his bushy white brows were drawn together in a definite scowl, peering over the top rivef his glasses. His white hair was so thin over his freckled scalp that it almost appeared he had more hair on his brows than his head. So, you wanted help up here? It was grossly misrepresented. She hoped she could find a decent job in Colorado. A young man, a teenager, brought a rack of glasses from the kitchen into the bar. He sported much the same look as the bartender with his short cropped, thick brown hair, flannel shirt and jeans. Handsome kid, she thought, taking in his strong jaw, straight nose, heavy brows.

As he was about to put the rack under the bar, he stopped short, staring at Mel in surprise. His eyes grew wide; his mouth dropped open for a second. She tilted her head slightly and treated him to a smile. He closed his mouth slowly, but stood frozen, holding the glasses. Mel turned away from the boy, the doctor. She headed for Mrs. The bartender put down a bowl along with a napkin and utensils, then stood there awaiting her. He held the chair for her. As soon as he sets eyes on Mel, he is instantly attracted to her. As hard as it is, however, he knows he needs to take it slow. He feels like he is head over heels in love with this woman and she can only think of him as a good friend for the time being.

Unlike other romance novels you might see out there, Jack and Mel take their sweet old time to have romance; instead having a friendship first. Jack is a wonderful man for Mel, because although he is in love with her and thinks about her all the time, he also understands that she still has feelings for her deceased husband. She is conflicted over her feelings and emotions for a while and Jack does his best to understand that. Jack stays pretty busy in his spare time. Besides being known as a war hero, he runs the local bar and restaurant in town. Chloe is her only reason to stay in Virgin River, but Mel soon grows to love her. Based on many reviews and happy readers, the Virgin River is a must-have.

Robyn Carr has managed to make a fictional town totally come to life in this series. Every character is completely unique, and every character will make it difficult for you to put the book down. Jack Reacher is back! Personally I thought this was the 2nd best Reacher book yet. Family secrets come back to haunt Reacher when he decides to visit the town his father was born in. Because when he visits there he finds out no-one with the last name of Reacher has ever lived there. It leaves him wondering - did his father ever live there?

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