The Getaway (Lake in the Clouds #1) Read Online Emily March

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Lake in the Clouds Series by Emily March

Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)

Widowed young, Genevieve Prentice dedicated her life to raising her four children. Now, though, they’re all grown and scattered to the wind, and Genevieve is ready for a change. In a flash of inspiration, she puts her home on the market and heads to Lake in the Clouds, Colorado, to renovate a rustic waterfront lodge with her sister. But just as they begin, Genevieve gets the shock of a lifetime: the arrival of her son.
Jake Prentice built a career out of being dependable, one that left him perennially stressed and overworked. Finally heeding his mother’s words of wisdom, he’s quit his job and is ready to find out what truly makes him happy. And now, as he stands surrounded by open sky and fresh, pine-scented air, he’s got no regrets . . . until former colleague Tess Crenshaw appears at the lake, forcing him to reassess what—and who—he really wants.

As they work together to renovate the lodge, Genevieve and Jake embark on a heartfelt and inspiring journey to learn about themselves, each other, and the true meaning of family.


Part One


New Braunfels, Texas

The dining room table sat dusted and polished, an empty canvas awaiting that first brush of an artist’s paint. A classic Queen Anne double-pedestal style in solid mahogany, it sported a nick here and a scratch there, wrinkles on the old grande dame’s timeless face.

Standing in the dining room doorway and gazing at it, Genevieve Prentice recalled the Sunday morning more than thirty years ago when the table became part of her life. Her smile turned bittersweet. She’d been out of milk and down to one diaper for eighteen-month-old Jake. With her husband out of town on business, she’d loaded her toddler into the minivan for an emergency grocery store run.

She’d spied the estate sale sign posted at an intersection on the way home and turned into the old, established San Antonio neighborhood on a whim. Arrows led the way to a large Victorian house with turrets and towers and dormers. Ornate spindles and gingerbread decorated the wide, wraparound porch. A rope swing hung from a thick branch of a century-old pecan tree in the front yard. It was Genevieve’s dream house. Someday, Genevieve thought. Someday David and I will live in a home like this.

Genevieve often shopped garage sales, being a young stay-at-home mom whose husband was struggling to get established in his career. Ordinarily, estate sale offerings were priced beyond her budget. She knew she wouldn’t be able to afford anything in this historic home, half-price Sunday or not.

Nevertheless, it was fun to dream. She removed Jake from his car seat, propped him on her hip, and headed inside.

She’d oohed over the wicker on the porch and aahed at the Oriental rug in the entry. The secretary in the parlor made her yearn. The bookcase in the library gave her the wants. But when she walked into the dining room and spied the table and chairs, Genevieve pulled up short.

Her mouth went dry. Her heart began to pound. It was love at first sight.

She wanted this table. She needed this table.

It would become an heirloom. Not something that came down from his family. Not something that came down from her. It would be their family heirloom. Hers and David’s. It would be the centerpiece of their family life.

She’d bought the set on the spot.

It was Genevieve’s first and last spur-of-the-moment furniture purchase. The table came with a matching sideboard, eight chairs, and two table leaves, which created a problem since their little family occupied a small, two-bedroom apartment at the time. She’d rented a storage unit and hired a couple of high school boys with a pickup truck to move it for her, but to say that David was unhappy with her decision was an understatement.

And yet, she’d never regretted buying her dining room table. Then and now, it stood as a symbol, a promise, and a dream of that which mattered most to her.


The passage of more than thirty years had not changed that. If anything, family mattered to her now more than ever. After David died, her family gave her a reason to go on living. It gave her life meaning and a purpose. She’d devoted her life to her family. The family that she’d built with her husband for the fifteen years before his sudden death, and then on her own for the eighteen years since that tragic event, would be her legacy when she was gone.

When she was gone.

Genevieve unconsciously lifted her hand to touch the still-tender incision on her right breast. She willed herself to keep her thoughts off the dark path along which they’d wandered way too often in the past weeks. When the doorbell rang, she was glad for the distraction. She glanced through the dining room’s large picture window toward the street, where a dry cleaner’s delivery van idled at the curb. She detoured into the kitchen to grab some tip money from her purse, then answered the door.