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Excerpt:
With
his heart pounding heavily, David realized that Samantha had come
to mean more to him than he had planned. All along, he had figured
that he couldn't develop an attachment for her, since he could not
remain in Clam Creek. Now he realized that he felt something stronger
for her than he had ever felt before with any woman, including his
ex-wife. And if anything happened to Samantha...
He gulped
and fought down the sense of panic that threatened him. He rubbed
his hand across his face remembering that he hadn't had time to
apologize to her. And what could he have said anyway? I'm sorry
for being such a jerk? Excuse me for acting like an idiot? Words
just didn't seem sufficient.
How
could he have questioned her motives after all she had done for
him and James? How could he have doubted her? Like a ray of sunshine,
she had touched him and warmed his cynical heart. She had enveloped
him in her own goodness, and he had begun to notice that the world
still had a lot of sweetness in it.
...the
fruit of the Spirit...
No.
He set his mouth grimly. He could not attribute her disposition
to any special gifts from above. She was simply Samantha. Because
of her attitude, he had come to see that every day had something
wonderful about it--even rainy days, even steamy summer nights.
No matter how desperate his situation, every day held some special
magic. Picking, and eating, blueberries fresh from the bush. Kissing
Samantha's soft and yielding lips.
He cleared
his throat and swallowed with difficulty. His son had bloomed like
a wildflower full of hope and promise with Samantha's guidance.
Once nervous and timid, James now looked healthy and he even seemed
happy most of the time. He studied his son's face in the uncertain
light of the truck cab.
The
boy's features bore signs of strain. Not for the first time, David
wondered how James would fare after they left Clam Creek, and Samantha,
far behind them. David closed his eyes and pictured Samantha with
her golden hair trailing down her back and her serene gray gaze
staring into his soul. A vise clamped around his heart.
David
opened his eyes as he and James were pitched viciously against the
door when the truck stopped abruptly, a cedar sapling in its path.
Fish shifted the gears and stamped on the accelerator. The truck
slammed against the sapling and it snapped like a matchstick.
"We're
close to the bridge," Fish announced. The grim set to his mouth,
shadowed by the bizarre glow in the sky, lent him a fearsome look.
David
knew that Fish would do anything to help Samantha, but what could
anyone do if the field station went up in flames? That field station
meant everything to her. He had begun to realize that much of her
joy came from the fact that she loved her work. Without it, what
would be left of her? Would she survive the shock? Would her God
get her through that trauma?
How
deep did her faith go? And what would he and James do if Samantha....?
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