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  The Family Simon Boxed Set (Books 4-6)

  Juliana Stone

  Juliana Stone Publishing

  Contents

  Teague

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue

  GRACE

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  3. Six weeks later…

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Epilogue

  Cooper

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Juliana Stone

  34. You Make Me Weak

  Teague

  The Family Simon

  Copyright © 2015 Juliana Stone

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  ISBN-13: 9780993680861

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  This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real

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  1

  The lake had always calmed him.

  Without fail, it had been the one thing Teague Simon could count on. The sound of the waves as they lapped against the boathouse. The echo of a distant motorboat. The fall of night rain against the window or the song of a morning dove. All of these things used to soothe his mind. They used to fill up the space inside his head and erase the images that haunted him—the things he’d seen and witnessed.

  War. Famine. Genocide. The endless brutality that only humans could inflict upon one another.

  And then there were the things he’d done…

  Teague reached for the bottle of whiskey and tipped his head back, emptying the contents as he stared out at the new sun rising across Lake Muskoka. Vibrant shades of red, yellow and orange stretched across the dark sky and the calm water told him it was going to be a hot one. With only one week of June left, this piece of northern paradise was already heating up.

  He squinted against the burgeoning sunlight, settling deeper into his favorite worn Adirondack chair, and ran a hand over the week old stubble on his face. Shit. He needed a shower and a shave.

  He eyed the empty bottle.

  Or he could just hit up the liquor cabinet, find another friend, and spend the day drinking.

  Teague stared at the empty bottle until his eyes blurred and he swore, tossing it aside with a frown. What the hell was he doing? Was he really going to become that guy?

  With a sigh, he closed his eyes and rested his head. He was damp and shivering from the early morning dew and yet it didn’t matter. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

  Teague groaned and buried his chin against his chest. Damn, but he was tired. Too many sleepless nights filled with too many thoughts and images he wanted to forget had taken their toll.

  If only he could forget.

  He must have dozed off because when he opened his eyes the sun was full-on shining, and several boats dotted the lake. Warmth spread through him and he shrugged out of his blue plaid, thermal jacket, enjoying the sensation of sun on skin. He was bare chested—hadn’t thought past grabbing the jacket when he’d wandered out to the deck the night before. It wasn’t as if there was anyone around. Most of the cottagers came up for the July 1 and July 4 celebrations and that was nearly a week away.

  Stretching out his long legs, Teague was content to just sit for a while. He probably should eat, but the thought of eggs was a turn off. He’d had them every way that you could make them this past week. Scrambled. Poached. Hard-boiled. Sunny-side up. With a scowl he leaned forward, knowing he’d have to head to town to stock up or he’d be eating eggs for lunch and dinner. Right about now a steak sounded great.

  He eyed the empty whiskey bottle that had rolled to the edge of the deck and smiled darkly. Right about now—

  “Why are you in your underwear?”

  What the—

  Teague jerked his head to the side and spied a little girl staring at him with the biggest blue eyes he’d ever seen. She was small, with long dark hair (one side braided the other loose). Dressed in shorts that looked more suited to a boy and a Spiderman T-shirt that had seen better days, she looked as if she’d taken off before whoever she belonged to was ready to let her go for the day.

  Not that he cared about any of that. He didn’t particularly like little kids and this one didn’t belong on his deck.

  “Who are you?” he asked, voice a little hoarse from misuse. He’d not spoken to anyone since his brother Jack called a few days back.

  She didn’t flinch. Heck, she took a few steps closer, t
hose big blue eyes of hers taking in everything as she gazed up at him. Seriously. Half dressed, with his grown-out hair and unshaven face, he knew he looked like a damn mountain man, so this kid had some balls.

  For a girl.

  She took another step closer and then her little nose bunched up. He noticed a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge. A small dimple on her right cheek. And she rubbed her forefinger against her thumb.

  “You smell,” she said.

  For a second Teague had nothing. What the hell did you say to that? He shrugged, hoping she would disappear back to wherever she’d come from. “Wasn’t expecting company.”

  So he smelled like a brewery.

  She kicked out her foot and he realized she had no shoes on. Every single toenail was painted a different color.

  “Is that why you’re not wearing clothes?”

  “Why do you care?” he retorted. Was he really having this conversation with a little girl who looked no older than…

  “How old are you?”

  She swung her foot back. “I’m almost six. How old are you?”

  “Thirty-five.”

  “That’s old.”

  “No shit.”

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head in pretty much the same way Teague’s mother used to do when he was in trouble. “That’s a bad word.”

  His eyebrow lifted. “Not in my book,” he replied, getting to his feet.

  “My mom would make you put a fiver in the swear jar. She made my brother put in all of his coins yesterday because he said….” She paused and shrugged. “I promised my mommy that I wouldn’t say what he said ‘cuz it was bad. He called me, TUBID but with a S in the front.”

  Wow. There were more of them?

  He took a step forward. “And where exactly is your mother?”

  The little girl turned around. “She was coming over here but then Bingo ran up the trail and I think her and Harry took off after him.”

  Did he even want to know?

  “Bingo?”

  “Our puppy.”

  Just then a small bundle of fur raced around the corner like the devil was on its heels and attempted to get past Teague. But he was too quick for the animal and scooped the darn thing into his arms before it fell off the deck into the bushes below.

  It squirmed like crazy and it took a bit for Teague not to drop the dog. Just when he thought he had it under control, the puppy decided to lick every inch of Teague’s nose and a considerable amount of his beard. He liked dogs, but man, he didn’t want to think about what it had been licking a few minutes ago.

  “Damn thing,” he muttered, finally getting hold of the dog and lifting his head toward the little girl.

  But the little girl was no longer alone. By her side was a boy who looked to be about the same age as she was, except his head was full of golden curls and his eyes were a light golden brown, like aged tobacco.

  This must be the brother, Harry.

  For a second something familiar about them tugged at Teague’s memory but it was gone just as quick.

  The little guy poked his sister and whispered, though it was loud enough for Teague to hear. “Why is that man in his underwear?”

  She whispered back, equally unconcerned with actually whispering. “I don’t know but I don’t think Mommy is going to like it.”

  Teague had had enough. He strode forward and held out the wiggling bundle of fur, avoiding the licking tongue as he did so. “Take your puppy and go home.”

  “His name is Bingo,” Harry offered with a half smile.

  “For Christ sake,” Teague growled, annoyed, exhausted, and in need of some damn food.

  “Wow,” Harry said, poking at his sister. “That’s way worse than what I said. Mommy wouldn’t like that at all.”

  “I don’t give a flying fu—” He stopped himself just in time but not before the little girl clapped her hand over her mouth in horror.

  He took a moment. Hell he took two. He tried to get his shit together, but man it was hard. His head was now pounding, his quiet long gone. And he was still holding on to the damn dog.

  He was done.

  “Take your dog and go back to wherever the hell it is that you came from.” He winced at the sound of his words because they didn’t sound nice. If his mother were here, she’d give it to him but good and damned if he didn’t deserve it.

  “You’re grumpy,” the girl said, reaching for the dog that miraculously settled into her arms like an angel.

  “Morgan Anderson Campbell. I told you not to come over here by yourself.”

  Finally. The mother.

  Wait a minute. Teague turned with a frown. Campbell?

  He had to shield his eyes to see her properly as the sun was way too bright, but eventually she came into focus. Small. Dark hair that just touched the tops of her shoulders. Big eyes, the same shade as her daughter’s. Slight frame. Not a lot of curves but the woman had great legs. Toned and tanned.

  And every single toenail a different color.

  Teague stared at her for a long time, his mind slowly assembling the information that his eyes had just taken in.

  He knew this woman—not well—but he had met her the last few times he’d been up to the cottage. It had been years ago. He glanced at the children. Hell, years before kids. What was her husband’s name again?

  “Teague,” she said slowly. “I don’t know if you remember me.” She nodded to the smaller cottage perched in the trees off to the left. “I’m Sabrina. That’s our summer place.”

  Again, the name rang a bell but her story wasn’t one he was familiar with.

  “How long are you here?” he asked roughly, running his hands through the mess of hair at his nape. He wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. Did that make him a bastard? Probably. Did he care? Not at all.

  For a moment she didn’t answer. He watched as her eyes took him in, pausing briefly on the scars that laced his shoulder and the ones low on his abdomen. They were nothing compared to the ones on his back.

  Nothing compared to the ones that were invisible, the ones that were buried beneath his skin.

  She cleared her throat and motioned to her kids. “We’re here for the summer.”

  “The entire summer,” he replied, not bothering to hide his displeasure.

  Wariness crept into her eyes and he could tell that she didn’t like his tone. “Is that a problem?” she asked, chin high as she gazed up at him.

  Damn right it was.

  “No,” he said, glaring at the trio that now stared at him as if he had a third nipple or something.

  “Oh. Well. That’s a relief.” Her sarcasm was heavy and Teague’s scowl deepened. The whiskey was looking better and better.

  “Look, I’m here for some R&R. That’s all. So if you and your husband could keep a lid on your kids, I’d appreciate it. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”

  “My daddy’s in heaven,” the little girl blurted.

  His eyes darted to the kids. Shit.

  Her brother nodded vigorously. “He’s an angel and mommy says he watches over us all the time. Like every single second so he always knows when we do something we’re not supposed to.”

  Startled, Teague didn’t know what to say. He glanced back to the woman, unease settling in his gut as she gathered up her children and took the puppy from her daughter.

  “Don’t worry about me or Morgan and Harry,” Sabrina said. “I only came over to check on you because Jack asked me to. I won’t be back.”

  She was upset. He could tell.

  “Look, ah…”

  She nailed him with a look that was cold as hell. “Sabrina.”

  Right. “Sabrina. I ah…your husband.” Wow. He was making a mess of this. “I’m sorry about…I didn’t know.”

  Okay. He should just shut the hell up. Teague took a couple steps back and swore when he nearly fell over the side of the stupid Adirondack chair he’d vacated moments earlier.

  He was tired. Anxious. More than
a little on edge. And he sure as hell didn’t want to deal with any of this. Not the kids or their damn dog, and certainly not their mother. He glared across the deck at the invaders. He wanted to be alone. That was it. End of story.

  Once more Sabrina Campbell nudged her kids in the opposite direction, but paused before following them around the side of the house and the down the stairs leading to ground level.

  “I’ll make sure the kids don’t bother you again.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” But his reply was weak and he knew it.

  “Yes it was but it’s fine. I get that you’re going through stuff. I get that you need to be alone. I get that you don’t want to hear my kids or the dog. Trust me. I get it. I’ve been there. But you don’t have to be rude.”

  She took another step away from him.

  “Also? We wear clothes up here and those boxers don’t really cut it. I don’t need my daughter telling my mother-in-law about the half-naked man living beside us because if she comes up here, you’ll never get any of that peace and quiet you want.” She shook her head. “And neither will I.”

  Sabrina disappeared from sight and for a few moments Teague was silent, his eyes staring into space before dropping down to the white sports briefs he wore.

  With a sigh, he headed inside. Sabrina Campbell wasn’t a fan of his choice of underwear. Huh. For whatever reason that thought brought a ghost of a smile to his face.

  Though the smile faded almost as soon as the thought fled. Teague stripped and walked into the shower, letting the water slide over him until it ran cold.

  And for a few moments, he forgot about everything.

  2

  Sabrina Campbell’s head felt as if it was going to explode. Seriously. Could this day be over already? It was almost dinnertime and she’d just now made it to the grocery store. It had taken her more hours than she cared for to unpack and organize their things—partly because there was a lot, but mostly because she couldn’t seem to focus on any one thing.

  With two energetic kids running around, focus was something she needed to work on. Good God, she’d had to tell Harry at least five times not to wander over to the cottage next door. Teague Simon was someone she had no desire to tangle with anytime soon and he’d made it more than clear that he wanted nothing to do with her or her kids.