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| ISBN-13: | 9780060930288 |
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| Publisher: | HarperCollins |
| Publication date: | 03/03/1999 |
| Series: | Harper Perennial |
| Pages: | 372 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.85(d) |
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"Ow, dammit!" For one lengthy, inarticulate minute, Hank Oliver wondered if he might be hallucinating. As was his habit, left over from a scholarly life lived with great deliberation, he gathered evidence before committing himself to any one belief.
His thumb throbbed from accidentally striking it with the claw hammer he'd been using to drive the last few nails into the corral fence. There were black-and-yellow California plates on the old pickup and horse trailer pulling to a halt out back of his cabin. It appeared startlingly out of place, like one perfectly assembled establishing shot from a period movie. Hank stood at the edge of the handmade corral, listening to the drone of the old truck's steady engine. To his left stood the small, newly roofed cabin, and above, the blue-black Arizona sky was rapidly changing into night. On this remote stretch of country road there were no other houses, no porch lamps or streetlights, nothing to illuminate Chloe Morgan's expression and deliver him a clue as to what she was feeling. All he'd managed was her brief profile in the headlights, her face pale and startled, her eyes as fixed as a jackrabbit's.
Three tries and he finally managed to hang the hammer on the fence rail and to begin to believe she was here, that Chloe had indeed, as he'd so often wished, come to him from California. She opened her driver's-side door and the white shepherd dog leaped over her and out of the cab, running off to mark her territory in the scrub. Chloe slid out of the truck right after Hannah, but instead of coming to him directly, which was typical of her horsewoman's style, she hung back in the glow of the headlights. Turning her body sideways, sheplaced her right hand flush against her ribcage, just below her breasts.
Did she have heartburn from eating junk food while crossing the desert?
It wasn't until she turned her head and gave him a tentative smile that he recognized the posture for what it revealed. From the Mona Lisa on down to women he held the door for in the supermarket aisles, he understood: Chloe was pregnant. And considering their history together, that meant he, Hank Oliver, was pregnant, too.
From the raw-cedar fence posts to her truck lay ten feet of red dirt and sandstone. How long should it take a grown man to cover such a distance—five strides, four? To Hank each step erased their three months of separation. As soon as he took her into his arms, he felt the assertive little speed bump of her belly against his own, announcing itself. It was mid-August, the kind of flawless northern Arizona weather that went down as easily as lemonade—and now felt like it might come right back up. The cabin was only partially insulated. The pipes needed wrapping if anyone was going to attempt winter here. Since June he'd been behaving like the proverbial grasshopper, living each day loosely, avoiding the hard look he needed to take at his fractured, jobless life. But with the arrival of the truck, all that fooling around had come to a halt. Nearby he heard the dog barking and the horse in the trailer bang an impatient hoof against metal. He took hold of the woman he loved and buried his tear-streaked face in her hair. Late this year or early the next, Hank Oliver was going to claim his first breathing tax deduction.
"Happy birthday," he remembered to say.
"Look here," she answered, patting her belly and laughing in that whiskey-barrel voice that never failed to make his blood run hot. "Look what you already gave me." Then she grinned and stuck out her tongue, and after that Hank was good for nothing.
After they'd unloaded the horse, walked him around the property, and let him sniff all the edges of the new corral, Hank shut him inside the fencing. He tossed the colt a flake of hay from the trailer while Chloe dragged a trash can over and filled it with water.
"You want to come inside?" Hank asked.
"No, I thought we could stand out here all night."
Nervously Hank led her to the cabin his grandmother had left him. Chloe might only be passing through, using him as a rest stop on her way to a new life elsewhere—and who could blame her, after last year? Since their lives had intersected the previous winter, Chloe'd lost a great deal. Her beloved old horse had died an ungraceful death, she'd been arrested for slugging a cop in that ridiculous land development debacle, and Hank's own jealousy hadn't helped. Now there was the complication of a baby. A million options existed, and each sat like a separate stone in his stomach.
From the old Germantown blanket he had hanging on the wall to the secondhand rocker he'd in a fit of whimsy painted robin's egg blue, Chloe sighed her approval. "Whoa," she said softly as she kicked off her Tony Lamas onto the wood floor. "If this was my place, you couldn't pry me out with a crowbar."
He thought of saying, It is yours, if you want it. Or nailing the door shut to keep her to himself, like some well-intentioned feudal overlord willing to sacrifice whole countries in the name of love. But if in the last eight months Hank had learned anything at all about this woman, it was that turning locks and demanding covenants were the quickest way to spook her. He stood dumbly by, watching her inspect his quarters, which all at once seemed so like her own digs back in the California canyon that he felt certain in his heart she'd stay. He showed her the three-legged metal horse he'd found in the cabin wall when he replaced some dry-rotted boards. He drew back the curtains to reveal the spectacle of the Arizona night sky. With no city lights to compete against, so many stars pierced the canvas it still took his breath away.
"I can't tell you how small it makes me feel when I look at that every night," he said.
She took hold of his hand and cupped it beneath her breast, swollen by the pregnancy. "I know what you mean."
Her ways were always this direct. Her anthem could have been "Let's Cut to the Chase." To Hank's surprise they made it all the way to the bed.
By a stroke of divine luck, he'd changed the dirty sheets that morning, replacing them with a worn-to-softness set bought at the thrift store. The smooth cotton was chilled to crispness against their bodies. At night the temperature dropped swiftly, five and ten degrees an hour. Chloe shivered and said, "It's colder than I thought it would be."
Hank pulled an old Pendleton blanket over her shoulders. "Two months from now, everyone tells me 'cold' takes on an entirely different meaning. Think you're up to it?"
What People are Saying About This
Quite possibly the best love story of the decade--and clearly the wisest, most magical....Jo-Ann Mapson's sensual writing tells every woman's secret urges and makes this book impossible to put down.
I've loved all of Jo-Ann Mapson's books but Loving Chloe is her best yet! Mapson has a talent for creating characters that we really care about, and I'm sure that all her fans have wondered what happened to Hank and Chloe. -- Page One bookstore, Alburquerque, New Mexico
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Plot Summary
Set amid the sprawling suburbs and the wild canyons of Southern California, Loving Chloe is the story of a pair of seemingly mismatched lovers: he, a solitary scholar from a staid family; she, a former foster child eking out a marginal existence.
Chloe Morgan, full-time waitress and part-time horse trainer, is called to help a mare through a troubled labor. Despite Chloe's efforts and the ministrations of the vet she calls, the mare dies. The horse's owner takes Chloe to his community college office, where she borrows a shirt from another professor, Henry "Hank" Oliver. This encounter is the beginning of the unlikely relationship between rough, independent Chloe and reserved, settled Hank. When Hank visits Chloe's home, a shack in a squatter's community, she takes him into her arms--and, more reluctantly, into her life. Shortly after Hank and Chloe begin their relationship, Chloe's home is raided. She is injured and arrested, and her beloved dog Hannah runs off. Hank hires a lawyer and brings Chloe to live with him while she recovers.
As the novel chronicles Hank and Chloe's relationship, it explores love in its myriad forms, including the pair's unresolved relationships from the past and a brooding passion for the besieged landscape.
Topics for Discussion
- On the first page of the novel, Chloe answers the door to her home, which is a shack in a squatter community populated with illegal aliens and owned by a landlord resisting pressure to sell his land to developers. What battles are waged in the book over this "last frontier"? How is the land an integral part of the novel?
- In the second chapter, Hank teaches his class the story of two lovers, Eurydice and Orpheus. From classical mythology we know that when Eurydice died, Orpheus followed her to the underworld to ask Hades for her return. Hades agreed, on the condition that Orpheus walk ahead of Eurydice and not look back at her until they reached the earth. At the last minute Orpheus looked back and Eurydice vanished. How is this story paralleled in Hank andChloe? Do other elements of folklore in the book have echoes in the story?
- Ghosts, both literal and figurative, haunt the characters of this story. Hank mourns his dead sister, "the small pink ghost he got to see grow up." Chloe hears voices in the desert belonging to "people who had died long before, whose very lives had been erased by time and progress, but who weren't quite done speaking their piece." What do these and other specters from the past have to do with the present action of the story? What part do they play in all of our lives?
- Mothers are in short supply in this novel. As the story opens, Chloe helps to deliver a foal from a dying mare. Chloe and her young friend Kit were both abandoned by their mothers. Though Hank's mother is alive, she emotionally abandoned him when his sister died. How are the characters of this novel affected by the absence of their mothers? Do they come to any resolution with their loss?
- Chloe trains horses and teaches riding. How is she like the horses she knows so well?