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  Cadence Defined

  A Dahlia Project Novel

  Dakota Willink

  This book is an original publication of Dakota Willink, LLC

  Copyright © 2019 by Dakota Willink

  All Rights Reserved.

  In ordinance with the United States Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission of the publisher. Please do not participate in or encourage unlawful piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s intellectual property.

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Paperback ISBN: 978-0-9971603-8-3

  Cadence Untouched | Copyright © 2019 by Dakota Willink | Pending

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Cover design by BookCoverMasterClass.com

  Copyright © 2019

  Contents

  Other works from Dakota Willink

  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

  Music Playlist

  A Note From The Author

  About the Author

  BOOKS BY DAKOTA WILLINK

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  The Stone Series

  Heart of Stone

  Stepping Stone

  Set In Stone

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  The Cadence Duet

  Cadence Untouched

  Cadence Defined

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  WRITTEN UNDER MARIE CHRISTY

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  And I Smile

  (Children’s Book)

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  Nevertheless She Persisted: Me Too

  (Non-fiction anthology with various authors and audiobook narrators, produced by Blunder Woman Productions)

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  LOVE & LACE INKORPORATED MAGAZINE

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  Summer 2018 (featuring Alessandra Torre)

  Fall 2018 (featuring K. Bromberg)

  Holiday 2018 (featuring Shayla Black)

  Spring 2019 (featuring J. Kenner)

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  For more, please visit www.dakotawillink.com

  To all the women who’ve been told they can’t…

  Actually, you can.

  PART TWO

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  “Life is about choices. Some we regret, some we’re proud of. Some will haunt us forever.”

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  - Graham Brown

  1

  Washington, D.C.

  PRESENT DAY

  CADENCE

  I sat back in my office chair and shook my head. I just finished reading another news article that made my stomach turn. Climate change, healthcare, school shootings, immigration, government scandals—there was no escaping it. Some days I wished I could just shut out all the noise, politics, and injustices in the world. But then there were the days when I saw good defeat evil, reminding me of why I do what I do. Whenever I saw the good guys chalk up a point, it made everything worth it.

  I looked up at the giant cork board hanging on the wall above my computer, filled with pictures of smiling children and families and thank you notes. There were letters of appreciation written to me and my colleagues at Dahlia’s Dreamers, expressing gratitude for our work in keeping their family whole.

  Yes. It’s worth it. THEY are worth it.

  I smiled to myself just as a knock sounded on my office door. Turning my gaze away from the pictures, I called, “Come on in.”

  Joy Martin, my best friend since our days at Camp Riley and current scheduler-in-chief, poked her head in. She was smiling broadly, her white teeth a vivid contrast to her smooth, cocoa colored skin. I returned her smile, always appreciative of the contagious grin that never failed to brighten even the darkest of rooms. The name Joy was fitting—she emitted it everywhere she went. That quality made her a true asset at Dahlia’s Dreamers. The people who walked through our doors needed all the smiles they could get.

  “Sorry, Cadence. I feel like I’ve been stuck on a billion conference calls today. I meant to check in before now. How’s the day shaping up?” Joy asked as she plopped down in the chair across from me.

  “Not too bad. I made a little progress on the Álvarez case after the family left but not as much as I would have liked. But then again, I became distracted by a news notification that popped up on my phone.”

  “Girl, how many times have I told you? Ignore it before it makes you go crazy.”

  “It already has,” I laughed. “Anyway, I still need to go over my notes for my meeting with Simon Reed. He’s due here at three o’clock. He’ll get cranky if I’m not prepared.”

  “Actually, that’s what I came in to tell you. He just called to say he’s stuck in court and can’t make it today. He asked if he could come in to meet you tomorrow morning at nine.”

  “Of course he wants to meet on a Saturday,” I grunted and rolled my eyes. “I mean, I get he’s doing the work pro-bono, but he’s a royal pain in the ass sometimes. If he wasn’t such a great attorney, I’d drop him from our list.”

  “Now, now, have patience,” Joy said in a sing-song voice. “You know he’s only a pain because you refuse to go out with him.”

  “Whatevs,” I waved off, deliberately using one of my daughter’s favorite terms because I knew it would get under Joy’s skin. She hated the way the younger generation shortened words. “You know how I feel about the argyle sweater vests he’s constantly not rocking. They’re hideous. Plus, I’m just not interested in him that way.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before,” she muttered.

  “Don’t start the ‘I need to date’ crap. You sound just like Kallie. And speaking of which, Reed’s cancelation means I can get home early and help her get ready for tonight. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to before now.”

  Joy cocked one perfectly shaped brow in confusion.

  “What’s tonight?”

  “Junior prom, remember? Can you even believe it? God, I feel old. It seems like I was just there yesterday, and now here I am sending my baby girl off to her own prom. Do you want to come by and join in on all the girly prep? I’m sure Kallie would love for her Auntie Joy to be there,” I added.

  “I wish I could! I hate to miss it, but it’s my third wedding anniversary next month. Marissa will be out of town for work, so we decided to celebrate early and made plans for a little getaway this weekend instead. We’re driving up to Philadelphia tonight.”

  “Wow! Has it been almost three years already?”

  “June twenty-sixth, baby. A day for the history books!”

  “It sure was
,” I laughed. “How could I forget the way you hightailed it out of here the minute the Supreme Court ruling came in? You and Marissa couldn’t wait to tie the knot. The two of you were like teenage kids on prom night!”

  As soon as the words left my mouth, visions of my sixteen-year-old daughter doing things I didn’t want to think about sprang into my mind. I paled. Joy, on the other hand, slapped her palm against her knee and burst out laughing.

  “Here’s hoping Kallie’s prom night isn’t like my wedding night!”

  “Not funny. Not funny at all,” I scowled, but I had clearly walked into that one.

  “Oh, and another thing,” Joy added once she calmed from her fit of giggles. “Your publisher called while you were meeting with the Álvarez family.”

  I frowned.

  “Please tell me it’s good news. The delay is killing us. We need that book released soon if we want to keep the lights on around here.”

  “Everything is back on schedule and set to release in two weeks. The final files were sent to you for review. They should already be in your Dropbox folder.”

  “Awesome! That’s a huge relief! Let’s have a look at them, shall we?”

  Joy came over to my side of the desk while I opened the link to my Dropbox. Sure enough, I found a little blue file labeled And I Smile—FINAL. I clicked on it as a thrill of excitement seeped into my veins. When the first image filled the screen, I couldn’t stop the surge of adrenaline I always felt seeing my drawings come to life in digital format. The colors seemed to look sharper and more vibrant.

  But, along with the thrill, there was also a nervous feeling. Even though I had hit multiple bestseller lists in the past, there was no guarantee I’d do it again with this particular children’s book. Dahlia’s Dreamers, the non-profit organization I established ten years ago, relied on the success of my stories and illustrations. The financial implications that came with a possible failure always weighed heavily on my shoulders. Since everyone here made the same salary, I also had to rely on a portion of the proceeds to substitute my personal income. Nobody was getting rich working for a non-profit.

  “Wow, these look amazing!” Joy gushed. “And if I haven’t already told you, I love the storyline for this one. It really hits home for me. I think you nailed it.”

  “Hmmm…maybe,” was my only response. I stared contemplatively at the text that had been merged to flow with the illustrations.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know. I mean, I happy with it, but I wonder if I took it too far or tackled too much at once.”

  “No, I don’t think you did, not in the least bit.” Joy shook her head vehemently. “And I Smile touches on every aspect, showing how prejudice is a learned behavior, yet you didn’t do it in an in-your-face sort of way if you know what I mean. Don’t second guess yourself. There should be more children’s books like this in my opinion.”

  “I suppose I’m just nervous, that’s all. Considering our federal funding just received a drastic cut, we can’t afford poor sales with this book.” I didn’t add that I couldn’t afford it either. Kallie’s school tuition bill was due at the end of the month.

  Joy moved back around the desk to reclaim her seat, then leaned forward with a knowing look.

  “Cadence, have a little more faith in yourself. Everything always works out. Plus, don’t forget about the upcoming gala. The tickets sold out so fast, I’m sure it will be a success. You’ve got an amazing thing going here. Just think of all the families Dahlia’s Dreamers has put back together or all the young students who were given the opportunity to be something great. Those people would never have had a chance if it weren’t for you. You’re loved by so many, and the new book will do great because of that fact.”

  I pursed my lips tightly together but didn’t respond. Perhaps I was worrying too much. But then again, lives were at stake. People were counting on me and my team.

  I glanced at the time on the top corner of my computer screen. It was going on three o’clock.

  “Since Simon isn’t coming, I’m going to finish up the few things I have left to do, then head out to be with Kallie. Do you mind holding the fort for the remainder of the day?”

  “What are you waiting for?” Joy waved her hands in a shooting motion. “Go now! Prom is a special day for her!”

  I laughed, thinking of Kallie’s squeal after she had finally found the ‘perfect’ dress.

  “Yeah, it is. She’s so excited for it too,” I added and began stacking the printouts of information about the Álvarez case. “I’ll leave in a just a bit. I just want to get this disaster all over my desk cleaned up before I go.”

  “Well, don’t take too long.” Joy stood to leave. “Have fun beautifying tonight—not that Kallie really needs it. That girl has the face of an angel!” She smiled, but then her face drooped a little, regret evident in her eyes. “You’ll text me pictures of her, right?”

  Joy had never even so much as missed a birthday party for Kallie. I knew she was feeling a little bad about missing out on tonight. I offered a smile of reassurance, silently telling her I understood her predicament.

  “Joy, it’s your anniversary. Enjoy it! You know I’ll text you. Hell, you can probably count on me to blow up your phone with a play-by-play later on. It will be just like you were there. Now, get out of here so I can wrap things up,” I told her with a wink.

  Once she was gone, I added the piles of papers I had collected for Simon Reed to a manila folder and placed it in the age-worn file cabinet drawer with our pending cases. Still left to sort were three other cases. Two of them were still in process, and the outlook was grim. However, the third one had closed yesterday, and it had a happy ending. I thought about the little boy who, after spending months apart, had been reunited with his parents. Their file went into the drawer labeled only with a smiley face. That was ultimately our job—to create smiles.

  When I turned back to my desk, I noticed a legal document poking out from under a spiral notebook. It was an offer letter that came to me over a week ago. In an instant, all of my excitement about Kallie and her prom disappeared and I felt my stomach plummet.

  I pulled it out and stared at it, the text nearly burning a hole through my heart. That’s what happened every time I looked at the offer. It was for the last parcel of land my parents owned in Abingdon, Virginia. The property—all one hundred forty acres—had been left to me upon their passing over ten years ago. It had been their life and their dream until they died.

  I sighed as a wave of sadness came over me.

  “I still miss you so much, Momma,” I whispered to the empty room.

  I was barely twenty-four when my mother passed, my father following her less than a year later. Their deaths nearly crushed me, especially once I realized I lacked the knowledge and resources to keep their camp running. I was a single mother struggling to stay afloat. I had to prioritize. Unable to afford the tax burden, I eventually began to sell off pieces of the land bit by bit. I used some of the money to pay off my student loans and to start Dahlia’s Dreamers. Later on, I sold more land to buy a modest house for Kallie and me, but the school district hadn’t been the greatest. More land was parceled off so I could afford to send her to private schools.

  Now there was only thirty-seven acres left. Kallie’s school tuition and the fate of Dahlia’s Dreamers hung in the balance. Despite the uncertainty of my financial future, I was hesitant to sell because of one major stipulation. The interested buyer refused to divide the property, which included the summer cottage I had lived in with my parents and the nearby lake.

  My lake.

  That was the real reason I couldn’t bring myself to sign on the dotted line. It wouldn’t just mean losing my childhood summer home. It would also mean giving up the lake. As good as the offer was, the thought of giving up my secret spot and the place where I’d matured from girl to woman nearly broke me. To me, it would be like selling a piece of my heart.

  I’d always loved the lake. It
held a certain layer of beauty and mystery that drew me in. I found the sultry summer air and sunsets to be magical. The way I had romanticized the place, it was no wonder why it was far too easy to fall in love there.

  Suppressed memories tried to resurface. I struggled to push them away, but the effort was in vain. As much as I wanted to deny it, deep down, I knew that’s what was stopping me from agreeing to the sale. A final sale would give me the closure I wasn’t sure I was ready for. It would mean finally giving up him. It would mean all the memories we made together would end up being just that—memories.

  2

  FITZ

  I was sitting outside of a popular Irish pub in D.C., staring absently at the Washington Monument in the distance. It was a clear day in early May. It was warm, but the high heat of summer had not yet descended on the nation’s capital.