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Black Sheep Son
Nothing about going home to Gordon Falls is easy for fireman Clark Bradens. His role as local bad boy is firmly established, though he's determined to use his newfound faith to change people's minds. But Clark isn't the only one coming home to hard times. When Melba Wingate came home from Chicago to help her ailing father, she wasn't expecting to unravel a family secret. As Melba wades through the past to find the truth about her father, Clark becomes an unlikely ally. And while neither can change the past, the future is theirs to shape.
- Sales Rank: #553428 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-06-01
- Released on: 2013-06-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
About the Author
An avid knitter, coffee junkie, and devoted chocoholic, Allie Pleiter spends her days writing books, doing laundry, running carpools, and finding new ways to avoid housework. She grew up in Connecticut, holds a BS in Speech from Northwestern University, spent fifteen years in the field of professional fundraising, and currently lives in suburban Chicago, Illinois.
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Melba Wingate pushed the button on the hospital cafeteria vending machine again. Please, Lord, I know this is Gordon Falls, but would it be too much to ask You to somehow send a grilled smoked gouda sandwich? She peered without hope into the little mechanized windows rotating toward her. Sad, sanitary wedges of breaded ham and tuna salad stuttered into view. Those, and something labeled as—but barely resembling—turkey. It had been a long day, and her last meal had been two packages of cheese crackers from this machine six hours ago. She sighed and let her head fall against the cold hum of the machine window.
"No use looking for actual food in there."
Melba turned to see a man leaning against the hallway wall, one of the offending wedges in his hand with a single bite taken out of it. "I don't recommend the tuna. I'm not even sure I'd recommend the bread."
In dark pants and an official-looking white shirt, the man looked vaguely familiar. She felt as if she ought to know him by his red hair, but couldn't place the face. Just as she made out the name on his shirt badge, he extended a hand and said, "Clark Bradens." After a moment, he cocked his head to one side and said, "Aren't you…?" just as Melba said her name.
"Right." He nodded. "Mort's your dad. I heard you'd come back to town."
The familiar face and red hair made instant sense. She offered what she hoped was a grin and pointed to his name badge. "You were two years ahead of me in high school. George is your dad."
He took a final begrudging look at the sandwich and tossed it into a nearby garbage can. "I heard they brought Mort in here the other day. Everything okay?"
"Some bug hit him hard, but he'll be fine." She clutched her stomach, embarrassed at the loud growl it gave off. "I was trying to scare up some dinner, but I don't think I have too many edible options beside a Snickers bar here."
"You remember Dellio's just down the street? Not too many problems in this world can't be improved with their good cheeseburgers, and it'd be a quick trip."
Dellio's had been a favorite of hers in high school, and while she didn't do cheeseburgers anymore, their fries could still taunt her from half a mile away. Melba salivated. "I don't eat meat. Anymore, I mean. And I can't really leave Dad."
He paused for a moment, then checked his watch. "I've got twenty minutes. They make a mean grilled portobello for you veggie types. I could have it and fries back here in fifteen for you if you want."
Melba blinked. The Clark Bradens she remembered was not the kind of guy who played fetch out of sympathy. Then again, the Clark Bradens she remembered would have been the last man she'd have expected to put on a uniform for the Gordon Falls Volunteer Fire Department—especially with his dad as chief. The margins of far too many high school notebooks were filled with odes to Clark's wavy red hair and dreamy green eyes, but attributes like "responsible" or "civic-minded" never seemed to come up. He'd been the kind of bad-boy motorcycle rebel that mothers warned daughters about, known for luring cheerleaders to their doom.
The man before her didn't look anything like that. Oh, the handsome hadn't left, but the dark edge was long gone. Or maybe she was just tired. His smile was almost sweet, bearing a touch of the weariness she felt down to her bones this evening. Who cared about moral fiber when the man was offering Dellio's fries? Life had handed her too many reasons to crave them today. "I'm in." She dug into her wallet.
Clark pushed her wallet back down toward the handbag. "I'll spring. They give us a firefighter's discount anyway. Give me your dad's room number and I'll bring it up."
"Really?"
"Think of me as the Gordon Falls Welcome Wagon." He nodded to the machine of questionable sustenance behind her. "Or just a guy who's eaten too many of those."
Melba was too hungry to refuse. "Room 614. You just became my hero."
"Shh." Clark gave her the wink he was known for back in the day. "Don't let that kind of thing get out."
Melba heard her father's agitated voice as she got off the sixth floor elevator.
"Calm down, Mr. Wingate, she'll be back in a moment."
"Where is she? Where'd she go?" The angry, confused panic in her father's voice was a knife to her chest. She clutched her handbag to her side and took the hallway at a jog, only barely catching the resigned look from the station nurse as she turned the corner.
"We need to tell Melba."
Dad had been doing so well this afternoon. She tossed her bag onto the vinyl chair and grabbed her father's hand. "Hey, I'm right here, Dad."
"Don't leave like that, Maria. Don't do that." The knife buried in her ribs twisted harder when he called her by her mother's name.
"He was fine until a minute ago, really," the nurse said.
Melba nodded, shifting to place herself in her dad's line of vision. "I'm here. I just left for a second but I'm back now."
Her father's eyes found her, the trembling grip on her hand tightening. "Maria."
Melba swallowed. It seemed so cruel to correct him when he got like this. "It's okay," Melba whispered to the nurse. "I think he'll settle down now."
She felt the nurse's hand on her back. "He is better than he was yesterday, remember that." They'd done this more than a few times since Mort had been admitted with fevers two days ago. "I'll come back with the evening sedative in about an hour."
The nurse left and Melba sank onto the bed's edge, weary. She stroked her father's right hand, hating the blue-black bruises. They'd moved the IV needle to his left hand yesterday when he'd pulled it out of his right hand.
"I'm sick." His voice took on a frail, childish quality that opened a black hole in Melba's stomach.
"Well, yes, you caught some kind of bug, but the fever's almost gone so you'll go home soon."
"It's wrong, Maria."
"Nothing's wrong, Dad. You should go to the hospital when you're sick. It'll be fine by tomorrow, you'll see."
"Maria, I'm telling you, it's wrong. She needs to know."
She dismissed the useless reply of "But I'm Melba, Dad," and kept stroking his hand instead. "Tell her what?"
Dad grew agitated, his mouth working for the words. He seemed to lose words so much more now, and that seemed so cruel—he was still two years shy of sixty. "I hate that she's not mine." He moaned it, as if the words broke his heart in half. Melba froze, the strength of his regret grabbing at her, forcing her attention as much as the clutching grip he had on her hand. "She ought to know she's not mine. It's wrong. It has to be fixed. We need to tell her, Maria." Anger narrowed his eyes and he shook Melba's arm with every word.
Melba's blood ran as cold as her father's hand. Not mine? What did that mean? He couldn't possibly be saying what she thought, could he? The knot of worry in her stomach hardened to a dark ball of suspicion, but she tried to push it away. Such a thing wasn't possible. Dad wasn't himself. She shook it off, just as she'd shaken off the irrational fear that he'd somehow not survive a simple bout of the stomach flu. The man in front of her was Dad. Weak, confused, but Dad all the same.
"Keeping it from her was a mistake." The bark of command came back to his voice, iron-strong out of a man who had looked yesterday as though he were made of paper. "Why can't you see that?" He rattled her hand for emphasis. "Where's Melba? Find her. I'll tell her myself if you won't."
The dark suspicious knot began to pull tighter. This was not one of Dad's "wanderings," the wishful conversations Mort invented with Melba's mom, gone two years now. He'd gotten angry before, but it was always a generalized, frustrated anger, never clear and pointed like this. This had another tone altogether. It seemed almost like he was remembering a real problem he and her mother had struggled with—an argument they had actually had. But the things he was saying didn't make any sense. She had no idea what to do with his strange actions or his words.
"I'm here, Dad, I'm right here." Melba peeled the clenched gray hand off hers and stroked it until the fist softened. She needed this strange tormented man to go away, needed Dad to come back and tell her that nothing was amiss. "I'm your daughter. I'm Melba. I'm right here."
Her voice saying her own name seemed to pull him from the fog. Dad's narrowed eyes softened in affection and recognition. His whole countenance changed as if the last thirty seconds had happened to someone else. As relieved as she was to see the change, it disturbed her, too. She'd done loads of research, trusted Dad's doctors, and had three friends whose parents were living with the same disease. She'd thought she was prepared. Still, the split-second change of his emotions always pummeled her. Alzheimer's was like an invitation into a house of mirrors, never knowing which face belonged to the Dad who loved her and which belonged to the fast-aging man who didn't recognize her. There had been days lately where it seemed he lost his bearings midsentence.
"Where's your mother, Melba?" His kindness and clarity startled her—where had it been a moment ago? Why now and not the dozen other times she'd told him who she was? "I need to talk to your mother."
He'd become reconnected and yet still not quite back to reality. The emotional whiplash rattled her again, compounded by what she'd just heard. Or thought she heard. Or shouldn't hear. She wanted to throw her hands up in panicked frustration, but kept still. Who knew what she'd just heard or if it meant anything at all? "Mom's been gone two years, Dad, remember?" She tried to keep her voice soft and reassuring, despite her thundering pulse. She made herself ask, "What did you need to tell her?"
Dad's brows furrowed in sad confusion. "I forget. I forget she's gone, you know?" He seemed like a wayward child seeking forgiveness, aware he'd done something wrong but unable to say what. Somehow the disease had taken a giant leap forward during these three days, scaring him as much as it scared her.
Dad's attention wandered off. She watched his thumb absentmindedly rub the ring finger on his left hand, searching for the wedding band the hospital had asked her to remove along with his watch when he was admitted. The ring had still been warm from his hand when she'd slipped it on her thumb for safekeeping and she'd kept it on since. Did he even recognize it was missing? Did he even notice its odd home on her right hand as she touched him? "I know, Dad." Melba fought back the lump in her throat—and the roiling in her stomach—to force brightness into her voice. "Hey, it's just us pals now, remember?"
The phrase never failed to bring a broad smile. "Just us pals now." He looked around the room as if he'd just entered instead of been here three days. "Let's go home. I don't need all this junk."
"All this junk" was Dad's catchall term for everything medical, and he had lots of "junk" these days. Too much. She'd spent nearly a year ignoring the red flags of warning that began a while after Mom died; the missed date here or the lost word there. A few months ago those flags refused to be ignored as it became clear Dad wasn't just pushing sixty, he was sick. Getting sicker. Packing up her Chicago life to move back home felt like diving into a bottomless black pit, but she'd known it was the right thing to do. More than just "honor thy father," she loved him, shared his loneliness now that Mom was home in Heaven. Sure, it was difficult—and so painfully early for a man as vibrant as her father—but Melba never doubted the choice. She was exactly where she was supposed to be. From now on, it was going to get harder. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she'd think of this day as "the day it started getting worse." Her stomach rolled and she felt ill instead of hungry.
"Doc Nichols says you do need all this junk. At least for a bit. That flu hit you pretty hard, and he wants you stronger before he lets you go home."
"I'm fine."
Melba raised her eyebrows and pointed to the IV line. "Oh, really?"
"I'll be fine once they unplug me from this getup."
Melba fiddled with the plastic pitcher of ice water on the bedside tray. Her anxious curiosity about his outburst was like an undertow, pulling her off her feet no matter how she scrambled for shore. Against every instinct, knowing it would be fruitless, she still couldn't stop from asking, "So, what did you want to talk to Mom about?"
"Did I ask for… Hey, why are you wearing my ring? On your thumb? Give that back, it looks ridiculous on you like that." He reached for her hand only to wince when the tension on the IV line tugged at the needle in his hand. He scowled, a seven-year-old's tantrum brewing under the wrinkles of his fifty-eight years.
Melba poked her thumb into the air. "I kind of like it. All the cool kids are wearing rings on their thumbs now."
"You're twenty-six, not a cool kid, and I want that back."
How could he do that? Remember her age with stunning clarity and then forget his wife of nearly thirty years had died? He'd phoned Melba a month ago—at work no less—and asked her calmly what she wanted for her sixteenth birthday. The day-to-day randomness of his disease hurt almost more than the ultimate decline it heralded. "You eat all that delightful turkey dinner on that plate so Doc Nichols signs off on your release, and I'll hand it to you personally."
Dad picked up a fork and poked at the beige slab in questionable gravy. "Do they think I've already forgotten what real food tastes like?"
Melba hated when he made those kind of comments—the ones that hinted he knew how far he'd slipped and how fast. Alzheimer's at this age was bad enough, but to be aware of your own decline seemed too cruel for anyone. She wanted to run into the bathroom and sob but she plastered a smile on her face. "Think of it as incentive. Choke down the bad food so you can go home to Barney's good cooking."
Dad smiled at the mention of the hefty woman who came every afternoon to tend house and fix him dinner. Barbara Barnes, or "Barney," as everyone called her, had insisted on coming by daily even after Melba moved in. "Barney's meatloaf," he sighed, resigning himself to the penance of hospital turkey.
She gestured like a game-show hostess. "And it could be yours if you just behave for one more day."
"I'll share." He hoisted the fork in her direction.
Melba held up a hand. "No, thanks. I've got someone bringing me Dellio's in a few minutes. I may even let you have a fry if you polish off your turkey." It sounded so horridly parental, the unnatural role reversal of el-dercare lamented by every book and friend.
"Well, isn't that dandy, you getting one of those cheeseburgers you like so much and leaving me with these mushy peas."
Melba sighed. She'd been a vegetarian for six years.
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WITH THE WORD " FIREMAN" IN THE TITLE, WHO CAN RESIST?
By Kym McNabney
When I discovered the first book in the Gordon Falls series by ALLIE PLEITER, FALLING FOR THE FIREMAN, I knew I'd be reading the series. A story about a black sheep son, THE FIREMAN'S HOMCOMING didn't disappoint. If I had to choose between the Gordon Falls books thus far, I'd say THE FIREMAN'S HOMCOMING is my favorite.
Clark Bradens moves back to his hometown after years away to take over his father's position as fire chief. One may think it was joyfully handed to him, but having been the town's bad boy, Clark finds himself needing to win over the residence.
Melba Wingate left her life in Chicago to move back to the town she grew up in so she could be there for her ailing father. Believing her biggest hurdle was dealing with her father's failing health, she is shocked by a secret she discovers. A secret that threatens everything she knows, along with the growing attraction to the town's former bad boy, Clark Bradens.
If there's one thing I can count on in a ALLIE PLEITER book, its humor. Not only are they well written, with a wonderful plot, she comes up with so many great lines she'll have you shaking your head, wondering how she manages to do so.
MS PLEITERS ability to write both historical and contemporary is remarkable. However, I must confess I have a strong fondness for her historical.
THE FIREFIGHTER'S MATCH is the next in the Gordon Falls series and next on my list to read.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
A Fireman's Homecoming
By Amazon Customer
I won this book in a Goodreads First Reads Giveaway ~ Here is my honest review~
I really enjoyed this book. It's a heartwarming tale of falling into an inconvenient & unexpected love between a small town good girl & former bad boy that left their small town, only to return when their families needed them; as well as the trials & emotions that come with caring for a parent that is falling victim to Alzheimer's Disease.
It also reveals the damage that can come from keeping secrets within the family, while at the same time reminding us that family is family.
This is an easy read, that moves at just the right pace!
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Another great Gordon Falls contemporary
By Sis Steele
First, a disclaimer: I read everything Allie writes, historical and contemporary, because she always manages to move me to laughter or tears and she shares wisdom through her writing. But this was a harder read for me because of the subject matter. It struck close to home. But that is the beauty of Allie's stories set in Gordon Falls. Her characters are people readers can relate to in their feelings and experiences. Clark, as a son stepping into his father's shoes as Fire Chief, and Melba, as a daughter dealing with a father with early onset Alzheimer's disease, are a well-matched couple who deal with life's baggage in different ways but find they can handle the present and future better as friends. But there is a mystery involving their fathers that acts as an obstacle to deepening their relationship. The mystery, and the characters' likeability, are a page turning catalyst for the reader, leading to a wow of a happily ever after ending. Looking forward to the next in the series!
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