Chasing Shadows. Terri Reed

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      The headlights of Gabe’s SUV sliced through the dark to illuminate the road back into the city. Gabe glanced at Kristina’s pale hand still resting on the sleeve of his jacket. His words hung in the air. “He flicked a peek at her face and met her gaze.” With the faint bit of moonlight, he could see the stunned concern in her expression.

      “How can you say that?” Kristina finally asked, tightening her hold on him.

      He forced his gaze forward to the road. “You can’t count on God to send someone every time you get in trouble.”

      “I trust He’ll provide what I need. Tonight, He provided you.” She tapped his arm before withdrawing her hand. “God takes care of those who love Him.”

      He glanced her way. The earnestness in her expression made Gabe tighten his grip on the steering wheel. “You sound like my mother. She’s always saying things like that.”

      “So I take it you don’t believe in God.”

      Concentrating on the road ahead, he replied, “I don’t believe in anything I can’t see, touch, taste or smell.”

      “What a Doubting Thomas you are. Don’t you put stock in gut feelings?”

      He frowned. “Of course I do. I’ve had plenty and they’ve kept me alive. But that’s not God.”

      “How do you know?” she challenged. “How can you be sure those feelings weren’t God warning you?”

      “I just am.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Once his ex-partner, Brody McClain, had asked him the same question, right after they’d survived a shoot-out.

      Gabe had felt something, an inner knowledge things were about to go bad, a feeling that had made him pull Brody back from the door just as the wood exploded in a spray of gunfire. The incident still puzzled him.

      But God protecting him? No way. God hadn’t been there when Gabe had been a child and needed Him. Why would God suddenly take an interest in him as an adult?

      “So after college…what?” he asked, needing to change the subject. He hadn’t divulged information about his childhood to her the first time around and he had no intention of doing so now.

      “I’m a photographer and I love it.” She shifted toward him, her face animated in the moon’s glow. “I was fourteen when Grams gave me my first camera. I never went anywhere without that little Nikon.”

      “I remember.” She’d carried the thing with her all the time. He hadn’t given it much thought then.

      “Drove my family crazy because I was always snapping off shots.” She looked out the front window. “Every summer my parents sent me away to Camp Greenleaf. The only thing that made camp bearable every year was my camera and Meg McClain.”

      “That’s how you two met?”

      “Yep. She liked going there.”

      “And you didn’t like camp.”

      She plucked at a wayward strand of hair. “Not really. I wasn’t used to the rustic life, which earned me a lot of teasing.”

      “I can imagine,” he murmured, thinking back to the days they’d spent together. She’d liked restaurants and the ballet. He’d preferred sidewalk vendors and baseball games.

      “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      He shrugged. “You’re a Worthington. Used to the good things in life.”

      She sighed. “We’re back to that old argument?”

      “No,” he stated firmly. He didn’t want to rehash the past. “I saw the picture in the paper of the new hospital wing named after your family. Nice.”

      “Yeah, nice.”

      The derision in her voice made him curious. “You don’t like hospitals?”

      “I don’t like my family putting their name on a building. It’s too…”

      “Pretentious?” he teased, expecting to ruffle her defensive feathers.

      “Exactly.”

      Interesting. This was a different side to the woman he’d known. He pulled up alongside her car. “You’ve changed.”

      She titled her head, her hand on the knob. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

      “I’m not sure yet.”

      She laughed and stepped out. When she opened the door to her car, he called out, “I’ll follow you. Make sure you get home safely.”

      “No need. I’ll be fine,” she said before slipping inside.

      True to his word, Gabe followed her.

      Kris thought that was sweet, really sweet. Her senses still struggled to accept how she’d reacted to his near-kiss earlier. One second they were following Frank and the next—wham. Gabe had been so close, she could breathe in his aftershave, could see the darkening stubble where his beard would grow in and his strong mouth СКАЧАТЬ