Heaven Sent - Jillian Hart


Matthews words comforted Hope like nothing else.

Thats what friends did, comforted one another. So why did she keep noticing the play of muscles beneath his T-shirt? Why was she feeling an electrical charge from being so close to him?

She wasnt attracted to him. She just couldnt be. She was off balance, that was all. Yes, that had to be it. She was out of her usual environment, like a fish out of water. That had to be why she was feeling this way.

The reason shed let herself close enough to see Matthews heart and feel her own response

JILLIAN HART

Its no surprise to anyone who knows Jillian Hart that she grew up to be an author. When she was nine years old she spent every last penny of her savings on a used typewriter so she could type the stories that were always in her head. Over the years her parents endured the loud and rather constant clatter of the keys, and tolerated her daydreaming about her stories when she was dawdling over chores. Because she loved to read and write, she majored in English at Whitman College, where her roommates also endured her typing and daydreaming. After graduate school she worked in advertising and was lucky enough to fall in love with a man who didnt mind her daydreaming or her typing. Now happily married, she is thankful to spend her days working hard at what she loves mosttelling the stories that are in her heart. She lives in Washington State with her husband in a little house surrounded by flowersand a few weeds because shes always typing or daydreaming and sometimes forgets to pull them.

Heaven Sent

Jillian Hart


You can make many plans,

but the Lords purpose will prevail.

Proverbs 19:21

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

Epilogue

Letter to Reader

Chapter One

Hope Ashton leaned her forehead against the wet edge of the lifted hood and tried not to give in to a growing sense of defeat. Her brand-new rental Jeep was dead, and she was stranded miles from nowhere in the middle of a mean Montana storm. Strong north winds drove cold spikes of rain through her T-shirt and jeans and she shivered, wet to the skin.

How was she going to get to her grandmother now?

Just get back inside the Jeep and think this through. There was nothing else she could do. Hope took a step in the dark and felt her left foot sink into water. Cold sticky mud seeped through the thin canvas mesh all the way up to her top lace. She jumped back, only to sink up to her right ankle in a different puddle.

Great. Just great. But hadnt her life been one obstacle after another since shed received the call about her grandmothers fall? It was emotion, thats all. Frantic worry had consumed her as shed tried to book a flight across the Atlantic.

Shed come too far to lose heart nowNanna was only a few miles away. God had granted Hope two good legs. She would simply walk. A little rain and wind wouldnt hurt her.

Lightning cut through the night, so bright it seared her eyes. Thunder pealed with an earsplitting ring. Directly overhead.

Okay, maybe she wouldnt start out just yet. She ached to be near Nannas side, to comfort her, to see with her own eyes how the dear old woman was doing, but getting struck by lightning wasnt on her to-do list for the night. Hope eased around the side of the Jeep, resigning herself to the cold puddles, and into her vehicle.

Warmth from the heater still lingered, and it drove away some of the chill from her bones. As lightning arced across the black sky and rain pelted like falling rocks against her windshield, she tried the cell phone one more time on the chance it was working. It wasnt.

The electrical storm wouldnt last long, right? She tried to comfort herself with that thought as the wind hit the Jeep broadside and shook it like an angry bull on the rampage. Shadowed by the flashes of lightning, a tall grove of trees rocked like furious giants in the dark.

Okay, she was getting a little scared. She was safe in the Jeep. The Lord would keep her safe. Shed just lived too long in cities and had only spent a year of high school here in Montana, on these high lonely plains.

Round lights flashed through the dark behind her, and she dropped the phone. Rain drummed hard against the windshield so she couldnt see anything more of the approaching vehicle. Twin headlights floated closer on the unlit two-lane road, and she felt a little too alone and vulnerable.

Maybe whoever it was would just keep going, she prayed, but of course, the lights slowed and, through the rain sluicing down her side window, she could see the vehicle ease to a stop on the road beside her. Her heart dropped as his passenger window slid downward, revealing a mans face through the dark sheets of rain.

She eased her window down a crack.

Got trouble? he asked. Id be happy to give you a lift into town.

No, thanks. Really, Im fine.

Sure about that? His door opened.

Years of living on her own in big cities had fine-tuned her sense of self-preservation. Habit called out to her to roll up her window and lock her doors. But instinct kept her from it. For some reason she didnt feel in danger.

Dont be afraid, I dont bite. He hopped out into the road, stopping right there in the only westbound lane. If you dont mind, let me take a look at your engine first. Maybe I can get you going again.

Relief spilled through her. Thanks.

Through the slant of the headlights, she could see the lower half of his jeans and the leather boots he wore, comfortable and scuffed. He approached with an easy stride, not a predatory one, but she couldnt see more of him in the darkness, and he disappeared behind the Jeeps raised hood.

Maybe it was something easily fixed. Maybe this man with a voice as warm as melted chocolate was a guardian angel in disguise.

Then his boots sloshed to a stop right beside her. Hope Ashton, is that you? I cant believe youd step foot in this part of Montana again.

And then she recognized something in his voice, something from a life that felt long past. When she was a millionaires daughter from the city lost in a high school full of modest Montana bred kids. She searched her memory. Matthew Sheridan?

You remember me. His voice caressed the words, as rich and resonant as a hymn. Good, then maybe youll stop looking as if you expect me to rob you. Youve got a busted fan belt. Cmon, Ill give you a lift.

Im not sure

This time of night youll be lucky to see another car. Lower your pride a notch. Unless you think being seen with me will ruin your reputation.

She winced, remembering with a pang of shame the prideful schoolgirl shed once been. My reputation has survived worse than accepting help from an old friend.

We were never old friends, Hope.

Youre not one to sugarcoat the past, is that it?

Something like that. Lightning broke through the dark, flashing bright enough for her to see. He appeared taller, his shoulders had broadened, and his chest and arms looked iron strong.

That was too close for comfort, he said above the crash of thunder. Let me grab your bags and well get you to your grandmothers.

I can manage on my own. She hopped out, and wind and rain slammed into her. She wrestled with the back door, but a strong arm brushed hers.

All three bags? he asked as if he hadnt heard her, his breath warm against the back of her neck.

She trembled and nodded. Words seemed to stick in her throat. It was the cold weather, that was all. That had to be the reason her heart sputtered in her chest.

Youre shivering. Ill come back for the bags. Lets get you inside the truck where its good and warm. One strong, warm hand curled around her elbow, seeing her safely through the slick mud at her feet.

His behavior and his kindness surprised her so much, she didnt even argue. Youre a gentleman, Matthew Sheridan. I wont forget it.

He chuckled, warm and deep. I do what I can. Hop up.

The warm interior of his pickup wrapped around her like a hug. She settled onto the seat, dripping rain all over his interior. The dome light overhead cast just enough of a glow to see the rolled up bag of cookies at her feet.

Matthew reached past her and flicked the fan on high. There should be a blanket behind your seat. Just sit back and take it easy. Ill be right in.

He shut her door, and the cab light winked off. Rain pummeled the roof overhead, and she saw the faint shadows of tall trees waving angrily in the gusty wind. Lightning blazed, thunder answered. She found the blanket behind the seat, just as Matthew said, and noticed three empty car seats in the back seat of the extended cab.

Funny, how life changed. It seemed everyone she knew was married with children and, while she wished them happiness, she certainly didnt believe that marriage could bring happiness. She felt colder and snuggled into the soft thermal cotton blanket that smelled of fabric softener and chocolate chip cookies.

The drivers door snapped open and the dome light illuminated Matthews profile. Strong, straight, handsome. Hed grown into a fine-looking man. He stowed her luggage, then joined her in the cab and slammed the door against the bitter storm.

Ill give Zach at the garage a call first thing in the morning. Matthew didnt look at her as he slid the gearshift into second.

Her teeth clacked in answer, and she snuggled deeper into the blanket. The blast of the trucks heat fanned hot air against her, but she couldnt stop shaking.

I heard about your grandmothers fall. I bet seeing you will cheer her up some.

I hope so. Her fingers curled around her purse strap. I plan to stay as long as she needs me.

Is that so? He quirked one brow. I heard youve never been back to visit her.

How do you know? His question set her on edge, as if she didnt love her grandmother. As if all the times shed flown Nanna out to California for every holiday didnt count. Or the vacation they went on every year.

You didnt show up for the ten-year reunion. Everybody talked about it.

They did? Except for a few close friends shed made, she hadnt even thought of the small town where shed spent one year of her teenage life. But it had been a pivotal year for her, emotionally and spiritually. I got an invitation, but I was

In Venice, he finished with a lopsided grin. I heard that, too.

I was working.

On a new book. I know. He slowed down as a pronghorn antelope leaped across the road.

Look at that. Hopes chest caught. The fragile animal flew through the air with grace and speed. The light sheened on the antelopes white flanks and tan markings. In a flash, it was gone, leaving only the dark road behind.

Ive seen thousands of them, but it takes my breath away every time. Matthews grin was genuine, and for a moment it felt as if theyd touched.

As if they were no longer practically strangers and all the differences in their lives and in their experiences had vanished. She saw his loneliness and shadows.

Then she tore her gaze from his. She was being foolish, really. She and Matthew Sheridan had nothing in commonthe three car seats in the back were proof of that.

Silence settled between them as he drove, and she welcomed it. The loneliness shed witnessed in Matthews eyes troubled her. Maybe because she didnt want to be reminded of the loneliness in her life, a loneliness that had no solution. She didnt want love, she didnt want marriage. She didnt even want to feel her heart flicker once in the presence of a handsome man.

She was surviving just fine on her own. God was in her corner, and that was enough. Even on the loneliest of nights.

Thanks for the ride, Matthew. Her fingers fumbled for the door handle in the near dark. I know you had to go out of your way.

Not too far. And its always my pleasure to help out one of Manhattan, Montanas most esteemed citizens. Or ex-citizens. His gaze didnt meet hers as he hopped out of the truck.

Maybe hed felt the same way as she did, that when their gazes had met, shed seen something far too personal. Her feet hit the muddy ground. Matthew?

He didnt look up as he tugged out her carry-on, heavy with her computer and camera equipment, and two suitcases. Go on ahead, get out of this rain. Ill bring your things.

Thats not right. She eased around to take her baggage, but Matthews grip remained firm on the leather handles. Youve done enough. Im more than capable of carrying my own bags.

Ill let you know when Ive had enough. As if insulted, he shouldered past her. I was raised to look after stranded women in distress.

Ive been taking care of myself for a long time.

Im sure you have. Matthew set the bags down on the front porch next to the neatly painted swing and pulled back the squeaky screen door.

Shed forgotten how macho and strong men were in Montana. Plus, she figured she was right. Shed seen loneliness in his eyes, a loneliness they might have in common, and that bothered her.

His wide knuckles rapped on the wood frame. Ill get a hold of Zach at first light.

Matthew, youve done more than enough. You havent seen me since high school and

Its just the way Im made, Hope. Or should I say Miss Ashton? He tipped his Stetson and backed down the steps and into the darkness, distant but kind. Give my best to your grandmother.

She opened her mouth, but the words fumbled on her tongue. She didnt know what to say to make things right between them. Hed gone out of his way to help her, as one good neighbor helps another, and instead of recognizing that, shed put up the same old defenses.

Some lessons in life were hard to let go of, no matter how much she prayed.

She heard Matthews truck pull away. Red taillights glowed in the black sheets of rain plummeting from sky to earth. She would have to find a way to make things right, to thank him for helping her when he didnt have to.

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