Love Inspired January 2014 - Bundle 2 of 2: Bayou Sweetheart\The Firefighter's New Family\Season of Redemption (55 page)

Epilogue

A
light snow fell as a local band played a Kid Rock song that had become something of an anthem in Northern Michigan. Gathered near the gigantic Christmas tree on Front Street in Traverse City, the entire crowd joined in singing. Kellie sang, too.

Ryan glanced at her and smiled.

“What?”

“I love hearing you sing.”

Kellie laughed. She practically screamed the words, but whatever.

They'd been dating ever since Dorrie's open house. They'd spent the Christmas holidays visiting both his and her parents and now, here they were with Dorrie and her girls celebrating New Year's Eve.

Ryan bounced Gracie on his shoulders to the music and she laughed. Her breath made little white puffs in the cold air.

At the conclusion of the song, the announcer shouted out to get ready for the cherry to drop. Cheers went up and then the crowd chanted the number countdown as the red ball of lights made its descent.

Ten
.

Nine
.

Kellie glanced at Ryan. He was yelling the numbers out, too, right along with Gracie. He was so good with Dorrie's girls. Warmth spread through Kellie at the thought he'd make a good father. Ryan was good with her, too. He was patient and easy and she could tell him anything. She closed her eyes and thanked God for bringing them together. To think she'd almost tossed away this chance at happiness.

Five
.

Four
.

And then Ryan put Gracie on her feet and nodded. The kid grinned then pushed past her toward Dorrie.

Kellie tipped her head, ready to ask why he'd done that, but it was time.

Two
.

One
.

The crowd cheered “Happy New Year,” and folks hugged each other as fireworks burst to life overhead with crackles and booms. Ryan reached for her mitten-clad hands.

“Kellie?” He looked very serious and then went down on one knee.

Kellie's breath caught in her throat. “Oh.”

The crowd around them inched away, giving Ryan room. A couple of folks poked each other with elbows and watched. Kellie glanced at Dorrie, who smiled and wiped at a tear.

Slowly, as if in a dream, Kellie focused her attention back on Ryan kneeling in the icy street.

“I promised to wait, but since it's a new year, I thought it'd be okay to finally ask if you'll marry me.”

Kellie laughed. They hadn't been dating three weeks. Three weeks or three years, her answer would remain the same. “Yes! Yes! Now get up before you freeze.”

He stood and pulled her into his arms. “Happy New Year, Kel.”

She lifted her face. “Happy New Year.”

He kissed her then, sealing their promise.

She felt a hug from someone small. Breaking apart from Ryan, Kellie looked down to see Gracie grinning up at them. “You knew, didn't you?”

“Yup.” Gracie nodded.

“And she didn't tell. That was a big present in itself.” Ryan pulled off Kellie's left mitten.

Kellie gasped when he slipped a beautiful diamond engagement ring onto her finger. “Whoa, when'd you get this?”

Ryan smiled. “At Christmas. Hannah and Gracie helped me pick it out. They said it had to be super special for Aunt Kellie.”

Kellie's eyes filled with tears. It was. Even more so because her family shared in choosing it. Despite their problems, she had a family that loved her. And now, she'd become part of a new family who'd love her, too. The truth of that blessing humbled her.

She stared at the ring glittering in the light cast by streetlamps and Christmas lights and then she looked at Ryan. “Thank you.”

He smiled. “Thank you for saying yes.”

She laughed. “As if there would be any other answer.”

He nodded his agreement and then they were pulled into more hugs from Dorrie and Hannah and even the folks watching nearby as they wished each other a Happy New Year.

This year promised to be a very good year, indeed.

* * * * *

Keep reading for an excerpt from HER UNEXPECTED COWBOY by Debra Clopton.

Dear Reader,

Thank you for reading Ryan's and Kellie's journey to love and wholeness through their renewed faith in God. I hope you enjoyed it.

The first time Ryan showed up in
Season of Dreams
(Feb. 2011), I thought he'd be a really fun, tortured hero to write. Uh no—fun is not even close to describing Ryan's character development. I agonized over him, trying to find the right balance and the right heroine for him. And then along came Kellie Cavanaugh who formed before my eyes once I gave her the right name. Amazing what strength of character comes from a name. Kellie is perfect for Ryan because she understands him. As a strong person with emotional scars of her own, Kellie knew what Ryan was going through but was too afraid to love him. I think it took Ryan and Kellie to finally put their trust in God in a very real way to enable them to love each other perfectly.

God did not promise a life that would be easy, but He promised He'd never leave or forsake us. With the Creator of the Universe on our side, there's nothing we can't overcome.

Many Blessings,

Jenna

I love to hear from my readers. Please visit my website at
www.jennamindel.com
or drop me a note c/o Love Inspired Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279.

Questions for Discussion

1. Like our earthly fathers, God promises to do what is best for us, including correction or punishment when needed. How is God's hand in Ryan's situation of forced counseling?
   
2. Have you ever read the poem “
   Hound of Heaven” by Francis Thompson
   ? The opening lines show a man running from God. In what ways did Ryan also run from God?
   
3. Kellie worried about her immediate attraction to Ryan because of ethical concerns of getting personally involved with someone in counseling where she interned. Should she have been? Why or why not?
   
4. Ryan's estrangement from his brother was because Sinclair left him alone to grieve. Should Ryan have felt that way? Why? Why is it so easy to hold on to a grudge against a family member?
   
5. Kellie's past includes the self-destructive behavior of cutting. How has the church addressed this issue with their teens? How should they? How would you respond to a teenager who struggles with this?
   
6. When the book opens, Ryan is in denial regarding his grief over the death of his fiancée and his abuse of alcohol. When do you think Ryan accepted his alcoholism? Do you believe Ryan will succeed in his recovery? Why or why not?
   
7. Kellie keeps a tight rein on her feelings and steers clear of situations where she believes she may be emotionally hurt. Can you relate to that? In what ways?
   
8. How did Kellie show growth by the end of the book? What was the catalyst for Kellie giving a relationship with Ryan another chance?
   
9. In the New Living Bible translation, 1 Corinthians 13:7 reads: Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. How did Kellie fall short of that when it came to Ryan? And what about her brother?
   
10. Ryan and Kellie work together on a house being built for a single mom in need. Are there any nonprofit organizations in your area that do this? How do you view what they do?
    
11. I usually end my books with a wedding scene as an epilogue, but didn't with this book. I chose an engagement scene instead. When and where do you think Ryan and Kellie will get married?
    

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Chapter One

R
owdy McDermott closed the door of his truck and scanned the ranch house that had seen better days. Carrying the casserole he'd been sent to deliver, he strode toward the rambling, low-slung residence. He'd always liked this old place and the big weathered barn behind it—liked the rustic appearance of the buildings that seemed cut from the hillside sloping down on one side before sweeping wide in a sunny meadow. There was peace here in this valley, and it radiated from it like the glow of the sun bouncing off the distant stream cutting a path across the meadow.

This beautiful three-hundred-acre valley was connected to his family's ranch. Rowdy had hoped one day to make this place his own, but the owner wouldn't sell. Not even when he'd moved to a retirement home several years ago and Rowdy had made him a good offer. He'd told Rowdy he had plans for the place after he died.

Four days ago his “plan” had arrived in the form of the owner's niece, so Rowdy's grandmother had informed him, at the same time she'd volunteered him to be her delivery boy.

He knocked on the green front door, whose paint was peeling with age. Getting no answer, he strode to the back of the house, taking in the overgrown bushes and landscaping as he went. Years of neglect were visible everywhere.

A black Dodge Ram sat in the drive with an enclosed trailer hitched to the back of it. He'd just stepped onto the back porch when a loud banging sound came from the barn, followed by a crash and a high-pitched scream.

Rowdy set the dish on the steps and raced across the yard. The double doors of the barn were open and he skidded through them. A tiny woman clung to the edge of the loft about fifteen feet from the ground.

“Help,” she cried, as she lost her grip—

Rushing forward, Rowdy swooped low. “Gotcha,” he grunted, catching her just in the nick of time. He managed to stay on his feet as his momentum forced him to plunge forward.

They would have been okay if there hadn't been an
obstacle course's
worth of stuff scattered on the barn floor.

Rowdy leaped over cans of paint and dodged a wheelbarrow only to trip over a pitchfork— They went flying and landed with a thud on a pile of musty hay.

The woman in his arms landed on top of him, strands of her silky, honey-colored hair splayed across her face.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

She blinked at him through huge protective goggles, her pale blue eyes wide as she swept the hair away. A piece of hay perched on top of her head like a crown.

“You
saved
me,” she gasped, breathing hard. “I can't believe it. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Rowdy said with a slow drawl, forcing a grin despite feeling as if he'd just lost a battle with a bronc. The fact that there was a female as cute as this one sitting on his chest numbed the pain substantially.

Those amazing blue eyes widened behind the goggles. “I'm sorry, what am I thinking sitting on you like this?” She scrambled off and knelt beside him. “Can you move? Let me help you up.” Without waiting for his reply, she grasped his arm, tugging on him. “That had to have hurt you.”

He sat up and rolled his shoulder. “Hitting the ground from the loft would have been a harder fall. What were you doing, anyway?”

Leaning back on her heels, she yanked off the goggles.

Whoa—
Rowdy's pulse kicked like a bull as he looked into her sparkling eyes.

“I was knocking a wall out with a sledgehammer. It was a
splendid
feeling—until the main beam gave way and I
flew
over the edge like a ninny.” A nice blush fanned across her cheeks. “Talk about feeling silly—that'll sure do it. But I am so grateful you were here. For a short person like me, that was a long drop. And that you got to me so
quick.
How fast are you, anyway?”

She talked with the speed of light and Rowdy had a hard time keeping up. “Fast enough, but clearly not as fast as you talk.” He chuckled.

“
Ha,
it's a curse! I do tend to rattle on when I've been saved from sure disaster.” She stood up—which wasn't all that much farther from the ground.

Rowdy wasn't real sure she was even five foot, and knew she wasn't when he stood up and looked down at her. At only six feet himself, he towered over her by a good twelve inches...which would make hugging a little awkward, but hey, he could overcome.

“I'm Lucy Calvert.” She stared up at him and held out her hand.

Lucy.
He liked it. Liked more the tingle of awareness that sparked the moment he took her small hand in his. When her eyes flared, as if she felt the same spark, his mind went blank.

“Rowdy. Rowdy McDermott, at your service,” he said as his pulse kicked up like a stampede of wild horses.

“Rowdy.” She slipped her hand free and tugged the edge of her collared shirt closed. Her smile faltered. “I think I may have heard my uncle mention you—I think he said your name fit you.”

The disapproval he detected in her voice snapped him out of his infatuated fog as regret of the life he'd led twisted inside his gut. What exactly had his old neighbor said about him?

“It fits, but in all honesty, I'm trying hard to mend my ways.”

“Oh.” Her blue eyes dug deep. “What were you here for before I literally threw myself at you?”

“Food,” he said, feeling off balance by the way she studied him. “My, um, my grandmother made you a casserole and I'm the delivery boy.”

“How sweet of her.” She laid her hand on his arm and his pulse kicked again. “And of you for bringing it over.”

Rowdy wasn't sure he'd ever been called sweet. He looked down at her hand on his arm as that same buzz of electricity took his breath away. She turned, hips swaying and arms pumping as she headed toward the exit and left him in her dust.

“Tell her thank you for me,” she called over her shoulder, keeping her steps lively without looking back.

Rowdy followed.

“Can I ask what you were doing up there knocking out walls in your barn?”

They'd made it into the sunshine, and what had appeared to be her dark blond hair glistened like gold in the sun. She was getting better by the minute.

“I'm starting my remodel job. I'm making an art studio up there and a wall was in my way.”

“So you knocked it down. Do you do that with everything that gets in your way?” That got him the smile he was looking for. Trying to put her more at ease, he tucked his fingers into the pockets of his jeans and assumed a relaxed stance, putting his weight on one leg.

“I like to hope I do.”

“Really?”

Her brows leveled over suddenly serious eyes. “
Really.
That happens to be my new life motto.”

“Sounds kind of drastic, don't you think?”

“Nope. Sounds good to me. It felt quite pleasant actually—” she scowled “—until I flew over the edge of the loft.”

“The little woman has anger issues,” he teased.

“This little woman has a
lot
of anger issues.”

Rowdy knew a lot about anger issues, but would rather not discuss them. Trying to figure out a change-of-topic comeback, he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Uh-oh,” he groaned, looking where he'd left the casserole. The oversize yellow cat had ripped through the foil and was face-first in the Cowboy Goulash. “Nana isn't going to be happy about that.” Even so, Rowdy was grateful for the distraction from the conversation as Lucy raced toward the cat, arms waving.

He owed the hulking orange cat big-time.

* * *

“No!” Lucy yelled, tearing across the yard with the troubling cowboy on her heels. She was not happy with her reactions to the magnetic man. Not only had he saved her, he'd taken her breath away. And she didn't like the air being sucked out of her. Nope. Not at all.

What was more, the fact that he—that any man— could do that to her was shocking.

“Bad kitty,” she admonished Moose when she reached him. The cat had adopted Lucy four days ago when she'd arrived. Now the moose of a cat—thus his name—looked up at her with a goulash-orange smile, then promptly buried his head in the noodles again. “Hey, how much can a hairy beast like you eat?” Lucy asked, pulling him away from the pan as his claws dug in, clinging to the wood.

“Shame on you. Shame, shame.” Lucy was so embarrassed. “Honest, I feed him. I really do.”

Rowdy chuckled. “In the cat's defense, Nana's food is pretty irresistible.”

Lucy's gaze met his and her insides did that crazy thing they'd been doing since the moment she'd found herself in his arms.

“I would have loved to find that out for myself,” she snapped.

He gave a lazy, attractive grin. “Don't worry, Nana will be coming by soon to invite you over for dinner. She figures you need to feel welcomed, but also she wants to introduce you to our wild bunch over at Sunrise Ranch. We can be a little overwhelming for some.”

His odd statement stirred her curiosity. “And how's that?”

“So you don't
know.
You're living next door to a boys' ranch.”

“A boys' ranch—what do you mean exactly?” Envisioning a bunch of delinquents, Lucy felt her spirits plummet.

“No, no, I didn't mean to make you worry. They're good kids. We have a foster program of sorts. There are sixteen boys ranging from eight to eighteen who call our family ranch home. They've just had some hard knocks in their lives and we're providing a stable place for them to grow up. Speaking of which, I need to run, they're waiting on me.” Grinning, he started backing away. “No more flying, okay?”

Lucy laughed despite feeling off-kilter and uneasy. “I'll keep that in mind,” she said, and then he was gone. The unease didn't leave with him.

After the betrayal and nightmare she'd been through with her ex-husband, she was stunned by the buzz of attraction she'd felt toward her new neighbor.

Especially since he'd admitted being a reformed rowdy cowboy.
Reformed—
that alone was all the deterrent she needed to keep her distance. Fuzzy warm feelings or thoughts of cozying up to cute cowboys hadn't crossed her mind. Even to feel attraction at all was startling to her. Then again, the man had swooped in and saved her from breaking her neck—maybe that explained away the attraction.

The thought had Lucy breathing a little easier. She'd come here to find the joy again. Joy in her life and in her painting: things she'd lost and desperately needed to find again. She was praying that God would help her and show her the way. What she wasn't praying for was romance, relationships or attraction. She'd learned the hard way that there was no joy to be found there.

None at all. Nope, this ole girl was just fine on her own, swan diving out of the hayloft and all.

* * *

The day after he'd caught her falling out of the hayloft, Rowdy drove up Lucy's driveway again as Toby Keith played on the radio. He had a ranch to run and horses that needed training, so what was he doing back here?

Making sure she wasn't dangling from the roof.
He chuckled as the thought flashed through his mind.

Stepping out of his truck, he looked up at the eaves just to make sure she wasn't doing just that.

All clear; nothing but a rooster weather vane creaking in the breeze.

Looking around, the first thing he noticed was a large pile of barn wood a few yards from the barn. It was after five and, by the looks of the pile, she'd been busy.

He had work to do, but he hadn't been able to get his new neighbor off his mind. True, he couldn't get those pretty eyes out of his head or that cute figure he sensed beneath that oversize shirt she'd been wearing, but mostly he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her over here ripping her property apart all by herself.

He shouldn't have left the day before without offering to help, and that he'd done just that had bugged him all night. He'd been taught better by his nana; buying the property for himself had vanished with Lucy showing up. And though he hated that, he didn't hold it against his new neighbor— Well, maybe a bit. But that shouldn't have stopped him from helping her.

He was headed toward the barn when Lucy came out of the back door carrying an armload of Sheetrock pieces. She wore her protective goggles again and another long-sleeved work shirt. Her jeans were tucked into a pair of low-heeled brown boots. How could a woman look that good in that get-up? He must be losing his mind.

Tucking a thumb in his waistband, he gave her a skeptical look. “So I'm thinkin' you have something against walls.”

“Yup.” She chuckled as she strode past him to toss the load in her arms on the pile with the other discards. “I like open space. Don't you?”

“Yeah, but you do know a house has to have some walls inside it to hold the roof up?”

She paused. “I've left a few.”

“But have you left the right ones? Maybe you should hire some help. I know some contractors who could do this for you. Safely.”

She stared at him for a moment, a wrinkle forming above her goggles. It suddenly hit him that she didn't look like she was in a good mood.

“Did you have a reason for stopping by?”

So he was right. “I just dropped by to check on you. Make sure you weren't dangling from high places.”

The crease above her goggles deepened. “Actually, I've managed a whole day without mishap. Of course, there was a tense moment when I climbed up on the roof and lost my balance walking the peak.”

His blood pressure spiked even as he recognized she was teasing him—so maybe she wasn't in a bad mood after all. “I'm glad you're teasing me.”

“Had you there for a moment, though.”

“Yes, you did.”

She smiled sweetly. “The thing is, Rowdy, I just met you yesterday, and while I am very grateful that you saved my neck, I really don't know you. And that being the case... Well, you get what I'm saying?”