Jake watched her with serious eyes
It was as if in that brief moment he could see right through her to the places that mattered and held the greatest truths. Rachels heart skipped a beat, and her soul brightened the way sunshine did after passing clouds.
The earth seemed to still and she saw the man he was, beyond the warrior and her brothers friend and Sallys uncle. Jake was no longer a stranger. She couldnt say exactly why; it was only something she could feel. Like faith. Or like hope.
She could sense the heart of the man, his integrity and character and strength. And his goodness.
He folded his strong arms over his broad chest. Come join me.
That sounded like the best idea ever.
JILLIAN HART
makes her home in Washington State, where she has lived most of her life. When Jillian is not hard at work on her next story, she loves to read, go to lunch with her friends and spend quiet evenings with her family.
Blessed Vows
Jillian Hart
www.millsandboon.co.uk
My purpose is that they may be encouraged
in heart and united in love.
Colossians 2:2
Dear Reader,
THE McKASLIN CLAN continues when Rachel meets her brothers best friend. Jake is on temporary leave from active duty in the Middle East so that he can take guardianship of his orphaned niece. Rachel falls in love with both the man and the little girl, and forsakes the life she knows in Montana to move across the country to where Jake is stationed. Always a romantic, Rachel marries her knight in shining armor and means her wedding vows with every bit of her heart and soul. Love, like faith, takes great belief and trust. But will her love be strong enough to open Jakes battle weary heart?
Thank you for choosing Blessed Vows. I hope you enjoy Rachels story as much as Ive enjoyed writing it.
I wish you joy and the sweetest of blessings,
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter One
How did she get talked into this? Rachel McKaslin asked herself as she peered into the basements deep-box freezer. The answer was easybecause she had a teeny-weeny problem saying no. Especially when it came to saying no to any member of her family.
Which was why she was hanging nearly upside down in the freezer and freezing. Her fingertips were numb from shoving packages around. There was a roast in here somewhere. She knew it was in here. But could she find it? No. She did manage to find everything else, though: packages of hot dogs, boxes of frozen fish fillets, bags of frozen vegetables and a big sack of ice pops. The Popsicles shed been looking for the last time shed been searching through this freezer.
Wasnt that just her luck?
She grabbed a couple of grape Popsicles and heaved herself over the edge of the freezer. Her feet hit the groundyes, she loved being shortand she rubbed the small of her back. A home-cooked meal, thats what her brother Ben had requested for his military buddy, whod apparently been eating more MREs than real food for the last few years.
Okay. Frozen fish fingers probably didnt exactly qualify as the main course of an old-fashioned home-cooked meal.
It would have helped if Ben had called while shed still been at work at the diner. She could have made up something right there to bring home. Or she could have stopped by the store and bought a roast like the one she couldnt manage to find now.
Maybe it was time to call in reinforcements. Maybe her sister Paige could send someone over from the diner with a to-go box. And after putting in a twelve-hour day on her feet, shed be more than glad to give that a try.
It wasnt as if she could cook a roast that wasnt here. Ben would understand. But would his best friend?
She sighed. Well, with her luck, probably not.
She closed the freezer lid, flicked out the overhead light and at the base of the narrow stairs rising up out of the basement, she could hear the briiing of the phone.
Great, how long had it been ringing? She imagined Paige calling, worrying about why Rachel hadnt answered after the twenty-seventh ring. Paige was a worrier. Or maybe it was her sister Amy checking in from her latest househunting quest. Or Benif it was Ben, then she could explain about the failed roast recovery mission.
She tried to dash up the stairs, but her bunny slippers on the narrow steps slowed her down. By the time she flew up and into the kitchen and wrapped her hand around the receiver, the ringing died. The dial tone droned in her ear. And she didnt have caller ID.
Her cell phone began to chime the opening bars to Ode to Joy. Excellent! Whoever had called was trying her other phone. Except, where was it? As the electronic music grew louder and louder, she followed the sound into the kitchen and to the round oak table where her duffel bag sat, still zipped. She dug around until she found it.
And it was still ringing. Whew. She flipped it open. Hello?
Ah, is this Rachel McKaslin? a mans gravelly voice asked, as if uncertain he had the right number.
A mans voice she didnt recognize. I think I know who this is. Yep, thats me. She yanked open the freezer door on the fridge. Is this Jake, by chance?
That would be me. Your brother told you I was comin, but did he warn you about me? There was a smile to Jakes voice.
Without a doubt a very handsome smile, she thought as she tossed the ice pops into the freezer section of the fridge for later consumption. Yep, he sure did. The question is, did Ben warn you about me?
His warm, easy chuckle came across the line. He did. Ben said that you are the generous and lovely soul who agreed to look after us at the last minute and on a Friday night. I take that to mean you cancelled a date?
Who, me? Date? She bit her bottom lip to keep in the snicker.
Well, it is a date night, and I understand youre a single attractive lady.
Yeah, right. Not since high school. There were a lot of great men in the world, good and decent men. She firmly believed that, but they never seemed to be interested in her. Maybe it was because she was always so busy, and that didnt leave a lot of time to date. But that didnt explain why no one ever asked her out. Most men were looking for a more worldly woman and, as she looked down at her fuzzy pink bunny slippers, she was anything but worldly.
I thought Id sacrifice a date night for Bens best buddy, she said diplomatically so he wouldnt know he was wrong, wrong, wrong about her. The reason why she was about to be a bridesmaid for the umpteenth time, and not a bride. Its the least I can do for the man who braved machine-gun fire to help haul my brother to cover a while back.
He was shot. I couldnt just leave him there for the enemy to trip over.
My family and I, were all so grateful to you. Rachel couldnt imagine the kind of courage it took for someone to do their job in the military. Because of you, our brothers home safe and sound.
Youre giving me a lot of credit. I was just doin my job. And Bens a pretty tough guy. I should know, since we serve together. It takes more than a bullet to stop him.
Humble, with a sense of humor. Judging by the deep rumbling baritone of his voice, Rachel figured that Jake had a drop-dead handsome face to match his charm, his smile and his voice. Which meant he was far, far out of her league.
Too bad. She sighed, not really disappointed. She had resigned herself to her unmarried status. She trusted Gods plan for her life. Maybe she wouldnt always be single. Maybe He was simply making her wait for the very best man.
The thing was, she was getting extremely good at waiting.
Rachel, can I ask you something? There was a slight hesitation in his attractive baritone, as if something was wrong.
Hes canceling. Thats why he was calling at the last minutenot that she blamed him. From his perspective, he was probably imagining that being with his best buddys over-thirty-year-old spinster sister wasnt the most fun way to spend an evening. As her slippers scuffled along the kitchen floor, she supposed he was right.
It was just as well because the roast shed planned to rotisserie was missing in action. I know Ben probably felt he needed someone to meet you, since you came all this way and he ran off to spend a romantic evening with his bride-to-be. But eating supper here probably wasnt your first choice. I understand if youd like to cancel.
Backing out isnt in my nature. The trouble is, I cant get to your house.
Oh, youre lost.
Thats not my problem. I found my way here from the airport just fine. But getting to your house is harder than youd think. Im parked down the way in your driveway.
Youre here? No wayshe hadnt heard anyone come up. Then again, hadnt she just been in the basement nearly upside down in the freezer?
How long have you been sitting out there without me knowing it? Rachel headed straight to the sink and yanked the curtain out of the way. She squinted through the long rays of sunlight. The parking area and the gravel lane leading up to it were empty.
Im not exactly at the house yet. Look down the road and youll see my problem.
A break-down? A flat tire, what? She scanned the length of the newly graveled driveway, past the lawns reach to the point where the tidy white board fencing paralleled the road.
There he was. At least she figured it was him behind the wheel of a bright red SUV. She could barely make out an impression of a tall, dark-haired, wide-shouldered man behind the wheel, but with the glare on the windshield it could have been her imagination filling in the details.
So, why was he just parked in the middle of the road for no reason?
Then she saw the giant ungainly brown creature leap into the middle of the road, between the vehicle and the house. The bull moose lowered his massive four-point antlers, and he meant business. He bellowed an ugly, flat-noted call before he pawed the ground with his impressive front hooves.
Moose attack! Rachel dropped the phone and flew out the back door. She grabbed the first thing she passed by and ran full-out down the path, swinging what turned out to be the old kitchen broom.
Get! Go on! she waved the yellow bristles in the direction of the stubborn moose.
The creature didnt even bother to turn around. He kept his hind end to her, as if he already knew there was no way she was a threat.
Well, as if shed let her brothers best friend and rescuer be bullied by a stubborn old moose! You cant bully anyone you want. Get out of the road.
Nothing. The moose had dismissed her entirely. Instead, his unblinking gaze remained on the shiny red vehicle that gleamed in the autumn sun. The animal swung his head as if in a challenge and pawed.
Disaster. All Rachel could see was the animal attacking that brand-new vehicle. That wasnt going to happen on her watch. She swung the broom closer to his hind end. Hey!
The moose didnt acknowledge her in any way. What he ought to be doing was bolting in fear of a human being with a weapon. Okay, it was a broom, but he was a wild animal. Werent they afraid of people? Go! Shoo!
Nothing. How was she going to help Jake now?
The drivers-side window rasped down. That deliciously low male voice called out, Need any help?
Oh, no. I can handle it.
I see. Youre doing an excellent job.
Was he mocking her? The moose shook his head menacingly, and bowed low, as if preparing to charge.
Okay, this wasnt going well. It would be a shame for the moose to bash up that new vehicle with his antlers, plus scare the city boy half to death. Lord, a little help would be appreciated.
The door of the Jeep whipped open and a lean hulk of a man dropped to the ground as if hed fast-roped from a Black Hawk helicopter. Shouldnt your pet be in the pasture or something?
Oh, hes not a pet. Are you kidding? Who keeps a moose for a pet? Hes a wild animal.
And thats why hes not charging you? Jake didnt have a whole lot of experience with moose, but he did know they were dangerous. Why dont you back off nice and slow? He caught up a good-sized rock in his hand.
Youre going to hit him with a rock? the woman with the broom huffed.
Only to scare him off. Not hurt him. What kind of man did she take him for?
Jake didnt have time to find out because the moose charged. He was a huge creature. Bigger than the Jeep, the moose gained some serious speed with his awkward-looking legs. He could cause real damage if he hit the vehicleand hed probably scare little Sally.
Doing what it took to defend his small niece, Jake lobbed the grenade-sized rock. The hunk of granite bounced off the swoop of the mooses right antler, low enough to give him a slight bonk, but not enough to seriously hurt him. Was it enough to stop the beast?
The great animal shook his head, looking a little cross-eyed. That had to hurt.
For good measure, Jake chose a second rock, peering around the door frame to see if the animal was going to run off, regroup for a second attack or, more possibly, turn around and take his anger out on the woman with the pink furry slippers.
Bens unmarried sister. Part of him couldnt help thinking, no wonder. But that wasnt fair, because shed obviously not been expecting him so soon. Had she been lounging after a hard workday, maybe? She wore a big shapeless T-shirt with the faded logo of a local college and baggy shorts.
It was hard to get much of a good impression. Especially with her thick chestnut hair sticking in awkward directions and some of it nearly straight up. She wielded the old broom like a martial arts expert.
One thing he had to say about her was that she was no shrinking violet. She boldly marched toward the angry moose and swatted him on the flank with the bristle end of her broom. Shoo! Go on! You stop being demanding and greedy. Ill feed you when its time and not a moment sooner.
This animal wasnt a pet? Jake watched as the moose shook his head again, no longer threatening. The poor guy looked contrite before he ambled off in the direction of the lawn, as if he were going to wait there for his feed.