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Return to Me
Copyright © 2007 by RobinSong, Inc.
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Hatcher, Robin Lee.
Return to me / Robin Lee Hatcher.
p. cm.
ISBN-10: 0-310-25804-9
ISBN-13: 978-0-310-25804-9
1. Young women — Fiction 2. Domestic fiction. I. Title. PS3558.A73574R48 2007
813'.54 — dc22
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With love to the One who showered me with grace when I returned to Him
Title Page | Content | 1 |
Copyright Page | 2 | |
Acknowledgments | 9 | |
Prologue | 13 | |
One | 19 | |
Two | 27 | |
Three | 35 | |
Four | 41 | |
Five | 51 | |
Six | 61 | |
Seven | 69 | |
Eight | 79 | |
Nine | 87 | |
Ten | 95 | |
Eleven | 105 | |
Twelve | 113 | |
Thirteen | 121 | |
Fourteen | 127 | |
Fifteen | 137 |
Sixteen 143
Seventeen 151
Eighteen 159
Nineteen 167
Twenty 173
Twenty-One 183
Twenty-Two 191
Twenty-Three 199
Twenty-Four 205
Twenty-Five 217
Twenty-Six 225
Twenty-Seven 233
Twenty-Eight 239
Twenty-Nine 247
Thirty 253
Epilogue 257
A Note from the Author 259
About the Publisher 273
Share Your Thoughts 274
“I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins like the morning mist. Return to me, for I have redeemed you.”
Isaiah 44:22
Acknowledgments
My thanks to my wonderful editors, Karen and Sue, whose prayers have carried and encouraged me and whose skills help me improve as a writer, and to my agent, Natasha, who has been a constant source of friendship and support for so many years.
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Prologue
April 2000
“You don’t have any say in this, Dad. I don’t need your permission. I’m twenty-five, for crying out loud.”
“I know how old you are, Roxy. But you’re still not being sen- sible. You’ve never been to Nashville. You don’t know anyone there. All I want you to do is have a plan first. You don’t need to be in such a hurry.”
“A hurry?” Roxanne Burke stared at her father, her insides churn- ing. How could he not know how much this meant to her? That this was all she’d dreamed about since she was a little girl? “Dad, I’ve been waiting for this day all my life. Now I’ve got the money Grandma left me, and I’m going whether you like it or not.”
Her sister, Elena, stood near the living room entrance, arms crossed over her chest. “Listen to Dad, Roxy. You’re always running off half-cocked, letting your emotions make your decisions for you. You’ve barely managed living on your own. You haven’t kept a job longer than a year since you quit working at Burke’s. How do you think you’ll manage alone in a strange town?” She shook her head. “Singers are a dime a dozen in Nashville. Most of them are chasing a pipe dream.”
“You mean, like me?” Anger flared. “What do you know about it? You’ve never wanted to do anything or have anything that Dad didn’t approve of. You don’t know what it’s like to want something different, something more, something big. I may let my emotions show, but at least I
have
emotions. I’m not going to settle for less than I want. I’m going to Nashville and I’m going to become a star.”
Elena laughed, the sound sharp and humorless. “You have no common sense.”
“And
you
don’t know what it’s like to live. Oh, aren’t you just