Dylan's Daddy Dilemma (The Colorado Fosters), by Tracy Madison
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OF ALL THE PROTECTORS IN THE WORLD… Dylan knows that he's a sucker for damsels in distress—it's a Foster gene, for crying out loud!—and that he's promised himself not to get burned again, but to let a mother and child sleep in a car? Not on his watch. Just a little bit of help to get her back on her feet, is all. Then the beautiful woman and adorable son can—no, will—go on their way… Her instincts scream yes! His actions are genuine, eyes sincere, and he's surrounded by loving family—why not trust him? There's also another big reason: Chelsea Bell and her son have no other option here in Steamboat Springs but to lean on Dylan, albeit temporarily. Swallowing her pride and reaching for Henry's little hand, they walk from the frigid cold car to Dylan's waiting arms…and into a world of possibility…
Dylan's Daddy Dilemma (The Colorado Fosters), by Tracy Madison - Amazon Sales Rank: #583288 in Books
- Brand: Madison, Tracy
- Published on: 2015-05-19
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.61" h x .59" w x 4.21" l, .24 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 224 pages
Dylan's Daddy Dilemma (The Colorado Fosters), by Tracy Madison About the Author Tracy Madison lives in northwestern Ohio with her husband, four children, one bear-size dog, one loving-but-paranoid pooch and a couple of snobby cats. Her house is often hectic, noisy and filled to the brim with laugh-out-loud moments. Many of these incidents fire up her imagination to create the interesting, realistic and intrinsically funny characters that live in her stories. Tracy loves to hear from readers. You can reach her at tracy@tracymadison.com.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Now what? Defeated and drained, Chelsea Bell tugged on her four-year-old son's hand and led them toward the battered, almost-out-of-gas Chevy Malibu that had brought them the 260-plus miles from Pueblo to Steamboat Springs, Colorado.Henry didn't ask why they were returning to the car, just shuffled alongside her, his spare body bowed against the chilly wind. Surprising, really, when just minutes ago she'd promised that they were done driving for a while, and that this beautiful A-frame house with its amazing mountain views was their new—albeit, temporary—home.The house-sitting job had been exactly what she needed for a fresh start. A roof over their heads and decent pay for close to five months meant she'd have plenty of time to locate permanent employment and a small, affordable place to live when the seasonal gig ended in September. Unfortunately, seconds after knocking on the front door, she'd learned that they'd come all this way for nothing. The job was gone, given to someone else.A solid portion of bad luck, timing and her own poor judgment were to blame.First, her car had malfunctioned, requiring last-minute repairs the mechanic had deemed nothing more than Band-Aids. He'd strongly suggested she junk the car and put her money toward something newer. Of course, she couldn't afford newer, so she'd gone with the short-term fix and used a chunk of her not-so-healthy savings in the process.Then Henry had awakened with the flu on the day they were supposed to leave, delaying them further. She'd called her would-be employers twice before her pay-as-you-go phone had run out of minutes, had left messages but hadn't actually spoken with them. And seeing how she'd spent so much to fix her car and didn't trust it wouldn't break down again, she'd decided to conserve her drastically dwindling funds rather than adding more minutes.She should have bought the minutes, because when the home owners attempted to reach her and found her phone out of service, they'd assumed she'd bailed. A logical assumption under the circumstances, and one she likely would have made in a similar situation. Understanding the whys, however, didn't change her current predicament one iota.There were no two ways about it. She was good and stuck.Shivering as much from her jagged emotions as the cold, late-winter weather, Chelsea opened the door to the backseat. "Hop in, kid," she said in as cheery a voice as she could muster. "Seems our plans have changed. How does dinner sound? I bet you're hungry.""I thought we were staying here." Henry crawled into the safety booster seat and tiredly rubbed his eyes. Unlike most kids, he never slept well in the car, so the long drive had worn him out. Her, too, but she'd grown accustomed to exhaustion. "I don't wanna drive anymore.""We're not going far," she promised. "I saw several restaurants in the center of town. I was thinking we could stop for burgers and fries." After buckling him in, she tousled the top of his sandy-brown-covered head. "Unless you'd rather have another peanut-butter sandwich?"In an effort to save for this trip, their menu for the past many weeks had largely consisted of peanut-butter sandwiches. She had little doubt her son would jump at the chance to eat his favorite dinner in a real restaurant. An extravagance she absolutely couldn't afford, but the kid had to eat and she needed the break to decide what they should do next."Burgers!" Henry's face lit up in a megawatt smile. "And a root beer!""Milk," she countered. "You had a soda when we stopped for gas.""Juice?""Milk," she repeated before closing his door. Always the negotiator, that was her son. She slid into her seat and with a silent prayer put the key into the ignition. The engine balked, hacking and coughing itself awake before settling into its normal state of aggravated compliance. She backed out of the driveway with a sigh of relief.Henry remained quiet as they drove, likely due to a combination of fatigue and contemplation over the milk debate. Breathing deeply, Chelsea tried to ignore the heavy pressure on her chest. This was bad. Really bad. Other than Henry—who counted on her to make his world safe—she was alone in a strange city with little cash and nowhere to go.Tears stung her eyes as the reality of her dilemma sank in.Should they turn around and return to Pueblo? She didn't have to look in her wallet to know it held one crumpled five-dollar bill and two twenties. There were a couple of ones in her coat pocket and probably a handful of change lurking in the bottom of her purse. All told, she had less than fifty dollars to her name. Enough, maybe, to get them back to Pueblo. If she drove straight through and her car didn't gasp its last breath en route. But why?She'd spend most—if not all—of her cash in the process, and frankly, there wasn't much of anything left for them in Pueblo. No home. No job. No true friendships. Henry's father—if anyone dared call Joel Marin that—had walked into the sunset shortly after learning she was pregnant. For most of Henry's life, she hadn't heard one peep from him, but six months ago, she'd received a postcard—a damn postcard, mailed from California—with a scrawled "Was thinking of you and wanted to say hi!"Really? Close to five years, zero communication, zero support, zero interest in Henry, and he sent her that? And how had he gotten her address?She didn't know, but she'd thrown the postcard into the trash and had put him and it out of her mind. Then, two months ago, she'd heard he was back in Pueblo. He hadn't shown up on her doorstep, so she'd assumed he didn't want to see Henry, but just knowing they were in the same city was enough for her to decide to pick up stakes and move on.Plainly speaking, she wanted nothing to do with Joel Marin. Ever again. And she felt more emphatically about keeping Joel away from Henry. Her son deserved better than a fly-by-night, immature man who had bolted from his responsibilities as a father. The fact Joel was now in Pueblo only added a check mark to the con side of her what-to-do-next list.And what remained of Chelsea's family—save her sister, but Lindsay had her own set of problems—would just as soon hang up on her than offer their help.So. She could be broke, alone and homeless in Pueblo and deal with the remote possibility of Joel popping into her life, or almost broke, alone and homeless in Steamboat Springs, but without the worry of Joel hanging over her head.Inappropriate laughter bubbled in her chest. When thought of like that, the choice was pretty damn simple. Sad and scary, but simple. She'd rather save the money she had and take her chances here than head back to a place she couldn't wait to leave.Okay, then. One decision made. Now she just had to find a new fresh start. She'd done it before and she could do so again."You win, Mommy," Henry said from the backseat. "I'll drink the milk.""You will, huh? That's good to hear.""Yup! Chocolate milk!"She almost argued, but decided to give in on this front. "I think we can make that happen." Amused despite the weight of her fears, Chelsea braked at a stop sign. Her son's tenacious, never-give-up attitude always reminded her of what was important. Even when the world seemed bent on crumbling around them. So, yeah, he'd get his chocolate milk, and she'd keep them safe. Somehow. "Thank you, Henry.""For what?""Oh, I don't know. Just for being you."Henry laughed, and the normalcy—the joy—of that sound wove into her heart and rekindled her hope. "I like being me," he said, "so it's easy. And fun!"And that, Chelsea thought as she pulled into the parking lot of a place called Foster's Pub and Grill, was a motto everyone should live by.Dylan Foster winked at the curvaceous blonde who'd flirted mercilessly with him ever since sitting down at the bar an hour earlier. She'd started off with a beer before moving on to a rum and Diet Coke, and had just ordered a Snowshoe shooter, which consisted of bourbon whiskey and peppermint schnapps. Three drinks in an hour didn't cause him concern—he'd obviously seen far quicker consumption rates—nor did the relatively quick uptick in the alcohol percentage in each successive drink bother him all that much.What worried Dylan was the look in the blonde's eyes. He'd tended bar at his family's establishment long enough to recognize when someone was on a mission, and unless he was completely off base, this woman was bent on retaliation. Probably due to some man doing something stupid and ticking her off. Or breaking her heart. Or, he supposed, both.And he drew these conclusions based on the mix of sorrow and heat in her gaze, her relentless come-ons toward him and the guy sitting next to her—hedging her bets, he assumed—and finally, the way she kept looking over her shoulder toward the pub's entrance. Waiting for the husband or boyfriend to show up and find her drunk-happy with some other guy.Not him. He wasn't interested in a one-night, two-night or any-number-of-nights stand. But the man seated on the bar stool to the left of the blonde had responded eagerly to her not-so-subtle advances. Which could then mean a potential fight if and when Mr. Heartbreaker chose to make an appearance. So, yep, Dylan was concerned.Foster's Pub and Grill was, more than anything else, a restaurant that housed a bar. Sure, they'd had their share of rowdy gatherings, and they would again. Typically, though, they were a casual place for the tourists and locals alike to grab a meal, a few drinks and kick back after a day on the slopes. Or after hours of hiking or white-water rafting during the summer season.He never relished the idea of trouble, but seeing how tonight was one of the last before the winter season ended, he was damn tired. He just didn't have the energy for trouble. So he winked at the blonde to draw her attention from her other prey, hoping she'd focus on him and forget about Mr. Miller Lite long enough for the guy to seek out greener pastures.Or just give up and leave. Either would suit Dylan. His plan beyond that was sketchy, but he figured he'd be able to contain the situation, assuming one presented itself, if he removed as many unpredictable factors as possible.He winked again for good measure and slid the shooter across the surface of the bar. "There you go," he said. "Might want to slow down a bit after this one.""I have no intentions of slowing down," the blonde said, accepting the shooter and downing it in one long gulp. "And I don't have to drive tonight, so…another, please."Dylan considered cutting her off, but he didn't really have a legit reason. Her words were clear and she wasn't swaying in her seat, and she'd just stated that she wasn't planning on driving. So he went about making her another Snowshoe."Anyone ever tell you how sexy your eyes are?" she asked when he set the drink in front of her. "What color are they, exactly? Green…brown…hazel?""Depends on the day," he said, answering her second question. Both he and his younger sister, Haley, shared their Irish mother's coloring, including her chameleon eyes and brown hair with, in the summer, glints of red. Haley called the color auburn. Dylan preferred the simpler description of plain old brown. His older brother, Reid, and younger brother, Cole, took after their father, sporting almost-black eyes and hair. "And, I've been told, my mood.""Ooh," the woman said. "And what might your mood be right now?"Before an appropriate response—one that couldn't be taken as too flirtatious—presented itself, the door to the pub opened, snagging his and the blonde's attention. Not the heartbreaker, Dylan was relieved to see, but a young boy who all but tumbled into the restaurant, followed closely by, presumably, his mother. Even from across the room, both appeared windblown and out of sorts. Tired, too, if the woman's hunched shoulders were anything to go by.Grasping her son's hand, the woman pulled him farther into the restaurant and, after searching the area for an empty table, headed toward their solitary choice: a tiny two-seater near the bar. They removed their coats and sat down, and the woman—a tall, too-thin brunette—closed her eyes and let out a long breath. Not just tired, Dylan amended, but exhausted.Far more curious than he should be, he grabbed a couple of menus from under the bar and, with an easy grin directed at the blonde, said, "Duty calls.""Hurry back," she said, batting her mascara-coated lashes at top speed. "I'm almost ready for another drink, and you haven't answered my question yet."Question? Oh, about his mood. Seeing how his solitary goal was to go home—alone—and sleep until ten tomorrow morning, he doubted she'd like his response. Rather than saying anything, he nodded and made his escape. As he approached the table where the brunette and the child were, he tried to convince himself that he wasn't interested in the least.He was just lending a hand. Foster's was short staffed tonight, and Haley—who normally worked behind the scenes in the office—was working double duty by waiting tables. At the moment, she had a tray balanced on each arm and was maneuvering a path around the packed tables toward an extralarge group of customers.Nothing wrong with easing his sister's load a little.Believable enough, Dylan supposed, except for the fact that Haley was a damn fine waitress. She'd see and attend to the new arrivals soon enough. Why, then, did he feel compelled to deliver the menus himself? Especially when he had a full bar to contend with and his worrisome premonition that the flirty blonde was trouble? Didn't matter.He'd drop off the menus, tell the brunette and the boy about the evening's specials, and that would be that. Haley could take over from there."Evening," he said when he reached their table and had handed them their menus. "We have several specials going on tonight, including—""I want a hamburger and root beer, but Mommy says I have to have milk," the boy interrupted, his excitement obvious. "So chocolate milk and French fries. With dip!""Ranch dressing," his mother supplied. "And the burger should be well-done, with nothing on it except for cheese and mustard. Do you. Is there a kid-size burger?""Yup, there is," Dylan answered, fighting the urge to grin at the child's exuberance. Heck, the rascal was so jazzed, he kept bouncing in his seat. It was cute. Pulling the order pad from the pocket of his apron, Dylan focused on the mother. She was cute, too. "What about you? Do you need a minute to look over the menu, or would you like to hear the specials?"The question seemed, oddly, to fluster the woman. She dipped her chin so she was looking at the table rather than at Dylan. "Oh. I…already ate. Maybe a cup of coffee?""That's not true," the boy said with a curious glance toward his mother. "Not since before we left for the brand-new fresh start this morning. I remember. You had a peanut-butter sandwich and a glass of water and you didn't even eat when I did at lunch.""Henry, I'm…" She trailed off, lifted her head and shrugged at her son. "I guess you're right, but I'm not that hungry, so—" she returned her gaze to Dylan "—just the coffee, please.""Sure," Dylan said, jotting down the order. The action gave him a second to consider the give-and-take he'd just witnessed. That, along with the dark circles under the brunette's eyes and the exhaustion he'd already recognized, made him think she was in some sort of a jam. Not that he should care one way or the other. Not his business. "Coffee it is, then. How do you take it?""Cream, no sugar.""Kitchen is busy, so the wait might be slightly longer than normal," he said. "I'll have someone bring a bread basket, free of charge, to compensate.""That isn't necessary.""Nope, it isn't. But it's what we do." And with that, he turned on his heel and walked away before he could offer her a free meal to boot. Because dammit, that was what he wanted to do, and the want made no sense. He did not swoop in to save damsels in distress. Not anymore. Not for a long, long time. Besides which, maybe she really wasn't that hungry or in a jam.Maybe, for once, he'd completely misinterpreted the signals.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. Loved it! By S. Frank Terrific story about two emotionally wary people brought together by their need to care for a little boy. Chelsea has hit rock bottom in her life. She and her son came to Steamboat Springs for a job that fell through, leaving her with little money and a car on its last legs. It has been just her and her son since before he was born. Henry's father deserted her as soon as he found out she was pregnant. Her parents disowned her when she refused to give the baby to them to raise (her childhood had been terrible). Her apartment burned and her sister's husband threw them out after a short time staying with them. She has learned the hard way that the only person she can depend on is herself.Dylan saw Chelsea and Henry come into the pub and had a feeling from the beginning that something wasn't right. He wasn't going to get involved, as the last time he got involved with a woman in trouble it didn't turn out well for him. He got burned and now he takes a rather cynical look at women. But when he finds Chelsea and Henry sleeping in their car, he can't just walk away. So he talks her into staying the night in the apartment over the pub, intending to send them on their way in the morning. But by that time, his protective instincts have kicked in, and he's unable to resist trying to help.Chelsea finds it very difficult to believe that Dylan is offering his help without expecting something in return. She's even more surprised the next day, when his family arrives with plans to help her. She wants to believe that they are sincere, but she's never experienced anything like it. She's desperate enough that, for Henry's sake, she'll swallow her pride, but risking her heart isn't something she's willing to do.I loved seeing them get to know each other thanks to trying to make things okay for Henry. Dylan finds himself spending more time with them, fighting his urge to try to fix everything for her. He starts to find her independence rather frustrating, and his growing need to help her worries him. He's also becoming really fond of Henry. I really liked seeing how good he was with the little boy. He's also falling for Chelsea, but senses that she's hiding things, which plays on his fears. Before he can ask her to reveal her secrets, he has to face his own. Chelsea is falling for Dylan, but having been hurt so much in the past she has trouble trusting what she feels. She's sure that once her "problems" are fixed, Dylan will move on to the next damsel in distress.It was wonderful to see the trust that developed between them. Just as things were really looking up for them, Chelsea's past came back to haunt her. It was wonderful to see Dylan's unquestioning support for her and the difference it made to what happened. It also gave Chelsea the courage to open up to Dylan about the rest of her past, in spite of her fears.Henry was an adorable little kid. It was fun seeing him wiggle his way into Dylan's heart. He has some pretty interesting views on things, such as twin babies and the noise they make, and the importance of root beer in his life. He also loves his mom very much and is aware of the things that make her happy. He's determined to make Dylan a real part of their lives. I loved seeing what he did at Hayley and Gavin's wedding. It was sweet and hilarious all at the same time.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Amazing!!!! By Jen Another awesome book by Tracy Madison! All of her books have been easy fun reads, you don't want to put them down. Please write more!!!!
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