Season of Redemption. Jenna Mindel

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      Climbing into his truck, he started the engine and pulled out. He cringed at the squealing sound from his tires but kept driving—too fast. He had to get far away from all that. As far as he could go.

      Okay, slow down and breathe. Just breathe.

      A couple of miles out of town, he finally relaxed. He’d survived his first session. He could do this. He clicked the power button of the radio and fiddled with his preset tabs until he found a country station. The current song’s poor-me wails had him changing the channel to a contemporary Christian station. He tapped his fingers on the wheel as he listened to the soothing sounds of a rock-styled worship song.

      How many times had he sung this song in church without a thought to the words? He felt a tugging at his heart but clicked off the radio.

      Why, Lord? Why is this happening?

      Ryan didn’t expect an answer. He didn’t get one either. He wasn’t exactly on solid speaking terms with the Almighty. Sure, sometimes Ryan talked—ranted usually—but rarely did he hear.

      Maybe he didn’t listen hard enough, but empty silence had a way of shutting down a person’s prayers. Pain that wouldn’t go away did that, too. Yeah, his prayers had definitely dwindled in the last couple of years.

      With a sigh, he kept driving until he spotted a small car with its hazard lights flashing. A woman sat on the hood with what looked like a cell phone in her hand.

      “Stupid,” he muttered.

      Why would a woman sit outside her vehicle on a lonely stretch of road when it was starting to get dark? All right, dusk hadn’t settled yet, but it was a dark and gloomy day. He couldn’t leave her all alone, so he slowed down and pulled over.

      He got out of his truck and walked toward her with his hands open in an easy manner he hoped sent the message that he was okay. He was safe. “You need help?”

      “Nope. I’m good. A tow truck is on its way.”

      He recognized that husky, straightforward voice and stepped closer to the twenty-year-old Toyota Corolla that had a dent over the passenger side front tire. “Ms. Cavanaugh, you really shouldn’t sit out here like this. Anyone could come along.”

      She looked up then and her eyes widened. Green. They looked green in the glow cast by his headlights. Her eyes darted nervously, too. “Ryan.”

      “What happened?”

      She slid off the hood and stood ramrod straight. “It sputtered and died. Look, you don’t have to worry. I called a tow truck.”

      “When?”

      “Just now.”

      “I can’t leave you out here by yourself.”

      “Sure you can. I’m fine.” Her shoulders straightened, but she didn’t look as confident as her tone sounded.

      “I’ll wait with you till they come. In the meantime, why don’t you pop the hood and I’ll take a look.”

      “Do you know anything about cars?” She reached inside the opened driver’s side window and did what he’d asked.

      “I know engines. Do you happen to have a flashlight?”

      “Umm, no. Just this one on my key ring.” She held up a little LED light.

      “That’ll have to do.” He leaned over the car’s engine and looked around. “Point it this way.”

      She did. And that brought her closer to where he stood. She smelled like fresh air and cinnamon gum.

      “Does it turn over?”

      “Does what turn over?” She looked confused.

      Young and pretty, Kellie Cavanaugh perfectly fit the bill for a wild Irish rose complete with sharp little thorns that cut quick. Her reddish-brown hair was pulled back in a fat braid like the day he’d met with her. The wispy spirals around her face hinted at curls. What would all that hair look like loose?

      Ryan refocused his thoughts. “The car. Why don’t you try and start it. Let me hear how it sounds.”

      She climbed in behind the wheel and turned the key. The car ignited but wouldn’t start.

      “That’s fine.” He held up his hand and then closed the hood.

      She popped out of the car quick as a rabbit. “Do you know what it is?”

      “Sounds like maybe your fuel pump. That’s my guess.”

      She wrinkled her freckled nose. Definitely pretty. “Is that expensive to fix?”

      He wiped his hands on his jeans. “Depends on what you consider expensive.”

      She briefly closed her eyes. “Let’s just say the tow truck is expensive enough in my checkbook.”

      He watched her closely. Her clothes were basic jeans and a sweater topped with a colorful scarf wound around her neck and a flannel-lined denim jacket that looked like it had seen better days. She’d dressed similarly at LightHouse Center.

      He couldn’t stop the offer from coming out of his mouth. “I could take a look at it for you. Might be able to save you the cost of labor, at least.”

      Her eyes shone with alarm and then she held up her hand. “No. Definitely not.”

      He cocked his head. “Why not?”

      “You’re a client of the agency where I intern.”

      “So?”

      “So it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of you to save a few bucks.”

      He laughed out loud. “Take advantage? I offered. And I don’t know why considering you’re the one who put me there in the first place. Why’d you do that, Ms. Cavanaugh?”

      She looked down at her booted feet. “My name’s Kellie.”

      “Kellie, then.” He liked the sound of her name. Pert and to the point, it suited her.

      Her movements were quick and jerky. Even standing still, she twisted the ends of that scarf with her fingers. Nervous energy or did he make her uncomfortable?

      He tried again. “Why’d you recommend me for treatment?”

      “This conversation is completely inappropriate.”

      He laughed at that, but the sound came out harsh and bitter. “Why? It’s about me. I read your evaluation. You think I’m headed for, let’s see, how did you phrase it? Alcohol dependence due to a traumatic event in my recent history.”

      Her eyes flashed with defensive annoyance. “I think you need help.”

      He spotted the revolving red lights of the tow truck way down the road. “Yeah, well, so do you. How СКАЧАТЬ