Perfect. Thats what she was.
William struggled with the emotion in his chest. Never had he seen so clearly. The graceful way Aubrey smoothed a fingertip over a fragile velvet petal. She was sweetness itself. Feeling flooded him.
She glowed with happiness as she headed his way. Ive been wanting to do more rain chimes, with the fall rains a few months away. This will be perfect.
Rain chimes? Never heard of them.
Youll get the first one for the season. Theyre like wind chimes, but instead of wind, they catch the rain and chime.
He could see the way she took the ordinary and made it a little lovelier. They had that in common, the appreciation of what was right in front of them. She broke down his reserve and he felt revealed as the warm mountain breeze swept over him. Aubrey came close, but he didnt move away.
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.
Everyday Blessings
Jillian Hart
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Put on a heart of compassion.
Colossians 3:12
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
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
Aubrey McKaslin didnt know if she was coming or going. All she knew was that her eighteen-month-old niece was crying in agony, holding her fists to her ears. The little girls cries echoed in the coved ceiling of the dining nook of her stepsister Danielles home. To top it off, her almost five-year-old nephew Tyler was refusing to eat his dinner.
She was running on four hours sleep at the end of a difficult day that came at the end of a very bad week, and she was at her wits end. And she wasnt the only one. Tyler, always a good and dependable boy, gave his plate a push away from him at the table and shot her a mulish glare.
I want Mommy. I dont want Mexi-fries! He choked back a sob, his eyes full of pain. I want my d-daddy. I want him to come h-home.
I know, but he cant come, pumpkin. Hes still in the hospital. Aubrey ran a loving hand over his tousled head. You know he would be here with you if he could.
But why?
Because hes sick, honey. Aubreys heart broke as she bounced the weepy little girl on her hip, to comfort her. With her free hand, she knelt to brush her fingertips down the little boys nose. It usually made him smile, but not this evening. No, it had been a rough day for all of them.
On days like this, she wanted to know why so many hardships. Shed take it to the Lord in prayer, but she knew that life was like this, sometimes difficult, sometimes beyond understanding. All she could do was make the best of such an awful day.
But whys he sick? Fat tears glistened in Tylers sorrowful eyes. Why?
Tylers dad, Jonas, wasnt sick. Hed slipped into a degenerating coma, as the doctor had told them this afternoon. Jonas was a state trooper whod been shot ten days ago when hed stopped a speeder, who apparently had an outstanding warrant for his arrest and didnt want to be caught. The man was still at large.
When Im sick, I hafta stay in bed or quiet on the couch. The boys soulful eyes were filled with such innocence. Daddy can, too?
How could she explain this to him so hed understand? Aubrey was at a loss. She loved her nephew; in the end, thats all she could do for him. Love him through his pain. Your daddy is so sick he has to stay at the hospital.
N-no? Tyler choked on a sob. I w-want my da-daddy. Hes gotta have M-Mexi-fries.
So, thats what this was about. Shed picked up fast-food Mexican meals on her way here to take turns sitting with the kids. Aubrey knew now why Tyler was so upset. It was a standing jest in the family that Mexi-fries, which were seasoned, deep-fried Tater Tots from a local taco place, could solve a host of problems. Being sick was one of them. How about I ask your aunt Ava to take care of that? Will that make you feel better?
Y-yes. Tyler was sobbing so hard he choked.
Poor little boy. Aubreys heart broke all over again for him as she wrapped her free arm around him. He clung to her, crying as hard as the baby in her other arm. How their mother handled this on a daily basis, Aubrey didnt know. Talk about a tough job.
But an important one. A job shed given up hope on ever having as her own considering the way her life was going. She pressed a kiss to Tylers temple. Are you feeling better now?
Y-yeah. He hiccupped and let go to rub his tears away with his fists. Im a big boy.
Yes, you are. A very big boy. Youre doing a terrific job, champ.
Y-yeah. He gave a sniff and stared at his plate. Do I gotta eat the Mexi-fries?
Try to eat something, okay? She rubbed her free hand over Madisons soft, downy head. The antibiotics shed picked up earlier hadnt kicked in yet, or at least not enough, and she was still in misery. Im going to try rocking her again. Ill be right over here if you need me.
O-kay. Tyler hiccupped again, wrestling down his own misery, and stared halfheartedly at his plate.
Madison wrapped her little fists in Aubreys long blond hair and yanked, at the same time burying her face in Aubreys neck.
Poor baby. Aubrey began humming a Christian pop tune, the first thing that came into her head as she ambled over to the rocker in the corner of the living room. The instant she sank onto the soft cushion, Madison let out a scream of protest. She must be missing her mom, too.
Its all right, baby, she soothed, and Madisons cries became sobs.
Lord, please show me how to help them, how to comfort them. She closed her eyes and prayed with all her heart, but no answer seemed to come as the air conditioner kicked on, breezing cool air against her ankle.
Life had been so dark the past week and a half that shed forgotten there was a beautiful, bright world outside the house. It was a gorgeous summer evening. The trees were in full bloom. Thick streams of sunshine tumbled through the dancing green leaves of the young maple trees in the backyard and glinted over the sparkling surface of the in-ground pool. The tabby cat stalked through the shadows of the perimeter shrubbery, and Danielles flower baskets on the deck shivered cheerfully in the warm night breezes.
How could such a beautiful day hold so much sorrow?
Her cell began to chime, startling Madison even more. Red faced, the little girl slumped like a rag doll against Aubrey in defeat, her fingers fisting in the knit of Aubreys summery top. She leaned her cheek against the little girl, willing as much comfort into her as she could while at the same time inching the phone out of her front shorts pocket. She checked the screen, just in case it was a call from family.
Avas cell number came upher twin sister. Thank God for small miracles. Tell me that youre on your way over. Please.
Sorry, I wish I could. Avas voice sounded thin and wavering, and Aubreys stomach squeezed in a painful zing of sympathy. She knew what was coming before her twin said it. Things arent good here. Danielles not okay. Thats her husband in there, dying, and I cant leave her. Is that Madison?
You can hear her, huh? No big surprise there. Aubrey kept the rocker moving and tried to comfort the baby, but things were just getting worse. Now Tyler was sobbing quietly at the table. Have you heard if Dad and Dorries plane has landed yet?
No, but when they get here, Ill race straight over to give you a hand with the munchkins.
Thanks, Ill take whatever help I can get.
Ill hopefully see you soon and, in the meantime, Ill send a few prayers of help your way.
Great, Ill take em.
The doorbell rang, the sound a pleasant chime echoing in the high cathedral ceilings overhead. Tyler looked up, tears staining his face. Madison ignored it, keeping her face buried in Aubreys neck. It was probably a thoughtful church member dropping by another casserole. I gotta go. Someones at the door.
Who?
How can I tell? Im not near the door. Its not family, because they would walk right in. Somehow she managed to straighten out of the chair without jostling Madison or dropping her cell phone. Call me if anything changes, okay?
That was all she could say with Tyler listening, all ears, trying to figure out what was really going on. But he was too little to understand, and overhearing it was not the right way to explain what was happening with his daddy.
Understood, Ava said. The doctor is talking with Danielle right now, so Ill let you know.
Aubrey flipped her phone shut. The doorbell pealed again, but she wasnt moving very fast. Neither was Tyler.
He slid off his seat and landed with a two-footed thud on the linoleum floor. He rubbed the tears away with his fists, smearing them across his pale cheeks. I can get the door, Aunt Aubrey. I do it for Mom all the time.
Go ahead, tiger. She followed him through the hallway to the front door, where the doors arched window gave her a good view of the newcomer standing on the porch. She caught the impression of a tall man with jet-black hair framing a stony face before Tyler wrenched the door open.
Whore you? he asked with a sniffle.
Aubrey stood up behind the boy, staring at the stranger who took one look at them and rechecked the house number tacked on the beige siding.
Im looking for Jonas Lowell. The man said in a gravelly baritone. Do I have the right place?
He had dark eyes that met her gaze like an electrical shock. He had an intense presence, not dark and not frightening, just solid. Like a man who knew his strength and his capability.
Aubrey couldnt find her voice, so she nodded, aware of Madisons baby-fine curls against her chin, the warm weight of the toddler, and the blast of dry summer wind on her face.
Tyler leaned against her knee, tipping his head all the way back to look at up at the man. Youre real tall. Are you a fireman?
No. The man came forward, and with the sun at his back shadowing him as he approached, he looked immense. His dark gaze intensified on hers. Youre not Danielle, right?
No, Im her stepsister. He definitely was not a close friend of Jonass, Aubrey decided. But there were friends who still didnt know. She opened the door wider. Not a lot of crime happened in this part of Montana, in spite of what had happened to Jonas.
Maybe you didnt hear, I She paused. How did she find the words to say what had happened, with Tyler listening so intently? Danielle hadnt wanted him to know the whole truth yet. It was so violent and cruel. Too violent and cruel.
Im sorry to show up like this, the big man apologized. Ive left a few messages on Jonass voice mail, but he hasnt gotten back to me.
No, hes not going to be able to do that right now. Hes in the hospital. If you want, I can have Danielle give you a call to explain. That might be best. Tyler was frightened enough as it was. She could feel his little body tense up, board-stiff against her knees.
In the hospital? The man looked stricken. Im sorry. I didnt know. You said youre Danielles sister?
Yes, Im Aubrey. Let me get a pen so I can get your number. It was hard to concentrate with Madison sobbing. She was gently rubbing the toddlers shoulder blades with her free hand. Tyler, would you run and get a pen and the notepad by the phone for me?
Wait The mans rough baritone boomed like thunder. Obviously this isnt a good time. Im sorry for intruding. Ill leave my card with the gift
Gift? Okay, call her confused. She had no idea who this man was or what he was talking about. Im sorry. Run that by me again.
Sure. Jonas bought a gift for his wife. An anniversary present. He was going to come by and pick it up, but since I hadnt heard from him, I thought Id bring it by. Where do you want it?
She felt her jaw dropping. Her heart cinched so tightly there was no possible way it could beat. An anniversary gift? For Danielle?
The man nodded warily, watching her closely as if he were afraid she was going to burst into tears or show some emotional reaction. Maybe it was his size, or the awkward way hed taken a step back, but he seemed like the type who was easily panicked by an emotionally distraught woman.
Not that she was emotionally distraught. Yet. If you could put it in the garage, maybe? Ill hit the opener for you. Im sorry, she said as Madison began a more intense wave of crying. This is really a bad time.
I see that. He studied the little girl, his ruggedly handsome face lined with concern.
Its an ear infection. The medicines starting to work. I just have to rock her until she falls asleep.
Alright, then. Stiffly, he took a step back. Is Jonas going to be okay?
No. But could she say that in front of Tyler? All she could do was shrug her shoulder. Tyler had frozen in place, ears peeled, eyes wide, trying to absorb any detail.
As if the stranger had noticed, he nodded in understanding. Sadness crossed his granite face. With a single nod, he turned and strode down the walkway, taking the shadows with him.
Immeasurably sad, Aubrey closed the door and sent Tyler into the garage to hit the button that activated the door opener. Madison was crying anew and there was nothing Aubrey could do but rock her gently back and forth, quietly singing the only song that came into her mind.
She wasnt even sure if she had the words right, because all she could think about was Jonas. Thoughtful Jonas. Hed gotten an anniversary gift for his wife, but would it become like a message from the grave? A final goodbye? Aubrey choked back her own sorrow. It was too horrible to think about.
Life could knock your feet out from under you with a moments notice, she thought. You could have it all, do everything right, pray diligently and live your faith, and tragedy could still happen.
She tightened her arms around the little girl who might have to grow up without her daddy, and she tried not to wonder what awaited her family, the people she loved.