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    For Mike's Sake
    For Mike's Sake
    For Mike's Sake
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    For Mike's Sake

    By Janet Dailey

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    The New York Times–bestselling author’s Americana series transports you to the rainy streets of Seattle, where a divorced mom finds new love—with her ex.
     
    Discover romance across America with Janet Dailey’s classic series featuring a love story set in each of the fifty states.
     
    Since her divorce was final, Maggie Rafferty has lived for one man only: her ten-year-old son, Mike. A spunky kid who’s just old enough to protest his mother’s kisses, he’s processing the divorce by focusing on Little League. No amount of Seattle rain will keep Maggie from being at every practice—but it’s not just Mike she’s excited to see.
     
    Mike’s coach, the handsome and kind Tom Darby is the sort of man Maggie could imagine a future with. But just as she feels ready to explore romance again, Mike’s father returns—reviving old feelings Maggie thought were buried forever.
     
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Media
    Release dateApr 1, 2014
    ISBN9781497615670
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    Janet Dailey

    Janet Dailey (1944–2013) published her first book in 1976. During her lifetime, she wrote more than 100 novels and became one of the top-selling female authors in the world, with 300 million copies of her books sold in nineteen languages in ninety-eight countries. She is known for her strong, decisive characters, her extraordinary ability to recreate a time and a place, and her unerring courage to confront important, controversial issues in her stories. You can learn more about Janet at JanetDailey.com.

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    For Mike's Sake - Janet Dailey

    Janet Dailey's Americana Series

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    Lord Of the High Lonesome (North Dakota)

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    To Tell The Truth (Oregon)

    The Thawing Of Mara (Pennsylvania)

    Strange Bedfellow (Rhode Island)

    Low Country Liar (South Carolina)

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    Introduction

    Introducing JANET DAILEY AMERICANA. Every novel in this collection is your passport to a romantic tour of the United States through time-honored favorites by America's First Lady of romance fiction. Each of the fifty novels is set in a different state, researched by Janet and her husband, Bill. For the Daileys it was an odyssey of discovery. For you, it's the journey of a lifetime.

    Preface

    When I first started writing back in the Seventies, my husband Bill and I were retired and traveling all over the States with our home—a 34' travel trailer—in tow. That's when Bill came up with the great idea of my writing a romance novel set in each one of our fifty states. It was an idea I ultimately accomplished before switching to mainstream fiction and hitting all the international bestseller lists.

    As we were preparing to reissue these early titles, I initially planned to update them all—modernize them, so to speak, and bring them into the new high-tech age. Then I realized I couldn't do that successfully any more than I could take a dress from the Seventies and redesign it into one that would look as if it were made yesterday. That's when I saw that the true charm of these novels is their look back on another time and another age. Over the years, they have become historical novels, however recent the history. When you read them yourself, I know you will feel the same.

    So, enjoy, and happy reading to all!

    Chapter One

    THE COMPACT CONVERTIBLE zipped down the street, trees leafed out into full foliage to shade the lawns on either side.

    The car's top was down, wind ruffling the scarlet gold hair of the driver, dressed in snug fitting Levi's and a blue madras blouse with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

    Expertly shifting down to make a running stop at an intersection, Maggie Rafferty saw no traffic approaching and let the little car dart across. Ahead was the ball park and Maggie slowed the car to turn into the small graveled lot near the stand.

    Stopped, she lifted the smoke gray sunglasses from her nose and perched them on her head. Her green eyes scanned the cluster of young boys as she pressed a hand on the horn.

    Instantly one separated himself from the others and ran toward her, a baseball glove in his hand.

    He paused once to wave at the group, backpedaling toward the car.

    See ya Friday, guys! When he hopped into the passenger seat he was faintly breathless, his dark eyes glittering with excitement. Hi!

    Hi, yourself. Maggie smiled, tiny dimples appearing in her cheeks. Sorry I'm late. I hope you didn't have to wait too long.

    That's okay. He shrugged away the apology, absently punching a fist into his glove. I'm getting used to you always being late, he said with the patient indulgence of an adult.

    Thanks a lot, Mike. She laughed and reached over to tug the bill of his baseball cap low on his forehead.

    Punctuality had never been one of her virtues, but she didn't need a ten-year-old son reminding her of it.

    Hey, come on!

    Mike protested the action, removing his cap and putting it back on at the correct angle. Its momentary removal revealed coal black hair, a shade darker than his eyes.

    Maggie's gaze skimmed his profile, lighting on the sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose. They were the only thing he might have inherited from her. I told you not to do that.

    Sorry, I forgot. Which wasn't totally true. Mike believed himself to be too old for hugging and kissing. It embarrassed him.

    Maggie couldn't smother the urge to touch him and love him, so she hid it under the guise of teasing pokes and gestures.

    Are we going home or not? he prompted.

    Yes, right now.

    As she turned toward the door to took over her shoulder for traffic before reversing into the street, Maggie's gaze was caught by the man standing on the driver's side of a station wagon parked beside her.

    Tall, in his thirties, with light brown hair and hazel eyes, he was very good-looking, as suntanned as a lifeguard.

    The look in his eyes was decidedly admiring in his inspection of her. His mouth quirked into a smile, accompanied by a slight nod of his head in silent greeting.

    Maggie returned the smile and the nod without hesitation. One of Mike's teammates raced around the station wagon to climb in the passenger seat, and Maggie breathed out a sigh of regret. Why were the good-looking ones always married with a little wife waiting at home?

    She flipped the sunglasses down on her nose and reversed into the empty street.

    How was your first practice? The Little League baseball season was just beginning. Maggie didn't want to think about the hectic summer schedule that would be ahead.

    Great. The coach says I'm going to make a good utility man, 'cause I can play any position on the field…except pitcher, of course. Maybe I should practice pitching.

    He considered the idea.

    Instead of being good at every position, you should concentrate on one or two and become the best at those.

    I guess, Mike conceded. I've gotta improve on my hitting. I didn't do too well today.

    It's only your first practice, Maggie reminded him.

    Yeah, I know. Coach said he'd give me a few pointers about switch-hitting and all if I'd come earlier than the other guys for practice. Do you suppose you could manage to bring me early?

    You wouldn't have been late today if Aaron hadn't called from the office just as we were leaving. Maggie correctly interpreted the question as a slur on her character.

    Yeah, but you always leave everything to the last minute. Then when something comes up, we're always late.

    We'll get an earlier start next time, she promised.

    There was a flash of blue at the end of a side street, the shimmer of sunlight off the smooth surface of water.

    In Seattle there always seemed to be a flash of blue around the corner, whether from a lake or an inlet or Puget Sound itself.

    You don't have to take me. I could always walk.

    We've been through that before, Mike. Her mouth was set in a firm line, irritation sparking through her that he should bring up the subject when she had made her feelings so plain on it before. It's too far for you to walk.

    It wouldn't be too far if I had a bike, a ten-speed. I saw one the—

    Your birthday is coming up.

    Mike groaned.

    Summer will almost be over by then!

    If you'd taken better care of your old bike, you wouldn't be without one now.

    I only forgot to lock it that one time. How was I supposed to know someone was going to come along and steal it?

    I hope it taught you a lesson and you'll be more careful with your next bike.

    If you're going to get me a bike for my birthday, do I have to wait clear till then? Couldn't I have it early?

    We'll see.

    Maybe if I wrote dad, he'd buy me one now, he muttered, not content with her half promise.

    Maggie gave him an angry sidelong look.

    You just ruined your chances of getting a bike before your birthday. I've told you repeatedly that you aren't going to play me and your father off against each other. If you persuade him to buy you a bike before your birthday, I'll lock it up until your birthday. Do you understand?

    Yes, ma'am, Mike grumbled, hanging his head, his mouth thinning into a sulking pout.

    Concealing a sigh, Maggie let her green eyes look back to the road. God, how she hated playing the heavy-handed parent!

    But she had little choice, really. Mike was only behaving as any child of divorced parents would. If she let him get away with his emotional blackmail, he'd be walking all over her. And nobody walked over her, certainly not her own son.

    It isn't so bad, is it? she asked, trying to ease the friction between them. To have me take you to practice?

    No, it isn't so bad, he agreed glumly.

    From now on, I'll make sure you're there early so the coach can give you some tips on hitting, okay?

    Okay.

    As she glanced at him, Mike gave her a sideways look through thick black lashes. A sudden, impish light glittered in his dark eyes. I know why you're going to get me there early. It's the coach, isn't it?

    One thing about Mike, he never held a grudge, a trait that was totally his own.

    Maggie smiled. The coach? She didn't follow his comment.

    Yeah, the coach. There was a knowing grin on his face. I saw the way he looked at you.

    The way he looked at me? She laughed in bewilderment. I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't even see Coach Anderson at the ball park.

    He isn't our coach this year. We've got a new one, Tom Darby.

    Oh, said Maggie in understanding and repeated the sound in realization. Oh, your new coach was the one by the station wagon, the tall, good-looking man.

    Yeah, do you want me to introduce you?

    His dark eyes were twinkling with an awareness beyond his years, but then children seemed to grow up quicker nowadays.

    Maggie hid a smile at his matchmaking attempt, but there were telltale dimples in her cheeks despite the straight line of her mouth.

    The coach's wife just might object to that, Mike.

    He isn't married.

    His grin deepened.

    The boy who got into the station wagon with him…

    …was Ronnie Schneider. Coach was giving him a ride home. You don't think I'd try to line you up with a guy who's married and has kids of his own, do you, mom?

    You can just forgot about lining me up with him. If there's any lining up to do, I'll take care of it. As they turned a corner the wind blew her hair across her cheek, flame silk against her ivory complexion. Maggie pushed the tangling strands back.

    From the look he gave you, it won't take much lining up, Mike declared with decided certainty. He'd like to make it with you—I could tell.

    His candor brought a bubble of indignant reproof, but Maggie swallowed back most of it, releasing a tame reprimand.

    You see more than you should.

    It's a fact of life, mom. A feller can't ignore it. He shrugged, knowing he was being outrageous and enjoying the feeling.

    "It's not my fault I have a beautiful mother and that half the guys think you're

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