Heaven's Touch. Jillian Hart
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Название: Heaven's Touch
Автор: Jillian Hart
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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Cadence looked great.
More relaxed, her smile easy and wide. Her cornflower-blue eyes sparkled as she talked with her morning regulars at the swimming pool.
Whatever happened, he’d be seeing her again regularly. But they were strangers now. There was no going back to their high school days, when they’d been practically inseparable. When he’d loved her with his whole heart. When he’d believed they were soul mates.
No such thing as soul mates, Ben told himself as he turned away from her. Failure became a tight vise in his chest until it hurt to breathe. He’d failed at every major relationship he’d ever started, and he knew he’d failed Cadence the most.
A soft lilt of laughter had him turning once again, his soul recognizing Cadence before his mind could. The instant his gaze found hers, she looked up. Their eyes met….
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.
Heaven’s Touch
Jillian Hart
What is important is faith expressing itself in love.
—Galatians 5:6
Dear Reader,
The McKaslin family story continues when brother Ben returns from active duty in the Middle East. He’d been injured in combat and he’s not sure if his injuries will heal enough for him to return to the career he loves and feels called to do. As courageous as he’s been as a pararescueman defending our country, he finds real peril returning to his hometown in Montana—the danger of opening his heart to his high school sweetheart, Cadence. God is always gracious and gives him a little help along the way.
Thank you for choosing Heaven’s Touch. I hope you enjoy Ben’s story as much as I’ve 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
Epilogue
Chapter One
Ben McKaslin climbed out of his pickup, fished his debit card out of his wallet and hit the gas tank lever. His back complained. His leg complained.
He ignored both, because he was no longer in Florida. Gone were the stifling heat and the cloying humidity and the scents of moss and dampness and heat of the Gulf coast he’d never gotten used to. How could any place on earth be as good as Montana?
The sight of rugged amethyst peaks and green rolling meadows touched him deeply. It was good to be going home. There were lots of things he’d missed. The natural beauty of the state was one of them. He swiped at his scratchy eyes.
Well, he wasn’t home yet, but ever since he’d crossed the Montana state line, he hadn’t been able to drive fast enough. He hadn’t wanted to stop for any reason and had kept on driving.
Except for the fact that the truck was on Empty. This stop would be a quick break to gas up and he’d be back on the road. As he glanced around the outskirts of Bozeman, he realized he was exactly fourteen minutes from the sleepy rural town where he’d grown up. Fourteen minutes from the house he’d grown up in.
He grabbed his crutches from behind the seat. The annoying sticks had gotten wedged beneath his stuffed rucksack, so he had to wrestle them out. If his leg could have supported his weight without pain, he’d have left them there, but the streaks shooting up his femur were a little too strong to ignore. Not that he was supposed to put his full weight on his leg much at all, but he fudged it a lot.
He wasn’t the only one at the truck stop, and that surprised him, it being as late as it was—nearly midnight. Of course, this place was visible from the interstate, and the last pit stop for gas and food had been a good thirty miles back. He apparently wasn’t the only one low on blood sugar and running out of gas.
His stomach might be growling like a bear, but he figured on waiting to raid his sister’s fridge, since he knew Rachel would have stocked up for his benefit. He wouldn’t want to let her down, right?
He leaned on the crutches, looking through the dark for danger. It was habit, ingrained from boot camp on through his PJ training, honed in jungles, deserts and mountains around the world. Even here in the good old U.S.A. he couldn’t break the habit as he listened, senses alert, while crossing the short distance from the cab to the gas tank.
On the other side of the pump was a family vehicle, and the pleasant-looking middle-class woman in a loose pink T-shirt, cutoffs and flip-flops measured him suspiciously. She latched the lock on the handle pump, leaving the nozzle in the gas tank, and slid away from him.
It was late, it was dark, she was alone with kids—the dome light revealed two little ones fast asleep in their car seats. It showed good sense on the mother’s part. Ben couldn’t deny that he did look disreputable. Then again, he was paid by the government to be disreputable.
He slipped his card into the slot and waited for the screen to request his pin number, which he punched in lickety-split. His gaze swept the pump piles, which were flooded with bright light. A couple of big rigs were fueling up at the diesel pumps, designed for truckers. A late-night RV ambled in and parked on the other side of the semi’s triple trailers.
The machine beeped, demanding he lift the nozzle and start pumping. He put in plain old unleaded. He was no longer a poor kid growing up in tough circumstances, but old habits died hard. He screwed off the gas cap, and as he was latching the handle lock, a small gray domestic sedan pulled up to the pump behind him.
It was a woman. When she opened her door and the dome light splashed on, he noticed her sleek dark locks of hair, thick СКАЧАТЬ