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Military Daddy. Patricia Davids
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Автор произведения Patricia Davids
Серия Mills & Boon Love Inspired
Издательство HarperCollins
“Look, I need to make it plain that
I don’t want anything from you.
Right off the bat, I want you to
know that,” Annie said.
Shane stopped scrunching his hat in his hands and looked at her. “You don’t want anything from me. I get that, but I’m fuzzy on the rest. Why are you here? How did you find me?”
Annie crossed her arms and looked at the floor. Why does this have to be so hard? she thought. I’m trying to do the right thing.
Shane looked down, too. Annie felt his discomfort. The man was six feet tall and as good-looking as the day was long, if a woman liked the blue-eyed cowboy type with a Texas drawl that made every word in the English language sound as soft as a cotton ball.
Oh, yes, he was as sweet and kind as she remembered. And she was about to drop a bomb in his life.
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PATRICIA DAVIDS
Patricia Davids continues to work as a part-time nurse in the neonatal intensive care unit while writing full-time. She enjoys researching new stories, traveling to new locations and meeting fans along the way. She and her husband of thirty-two years live in Wichita, Kansas, along with the newest addition to the household, a stray cat named Spooky. Pat always enjoys hearing from her readers. You can contact her by mail at P.O. Box 16714 Wichita, Kansas 67216, or visit her on the Web at www.patriciadavids.com.
Military Daddy
Patricia Davids
So He said, “Come.” And when Peter had come down out of the boat, he walked on the water to go to Jesus. But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, “Lord, save me!”
—Matthew 14:29–30
This book is dedicated to Pam Hopkins. If you
don’t know how much your belief in my talent
meant to me all those years ago, let me tell you
now. It meant the world to me then and it still does.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Oh, and please continue to baby me
when I whine about how hard this is.
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
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Dear Reader
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
“Well? Are you going to tell him or not?”
Annie Delmar chose to ignore the question from her roommate, Crystal Mally. Instead she continued folding the freshly laundered clothes in the white plastic hamper on the foot of her twin bed. The smell of hot cotton vied with the dryer sheet’s mountain-floral scent.
Hoping to change the subject, Annie asked, “Are you going out with Jake again tonight?”
“Jake and I broke up,” Crystal said with an indifferent shrug as she continued to buff her bright red fingernail.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
Annie carried a stack of knit tops to the chest of drawers in the corner. She didn’t want to talk about her current problem. It was too soon. It still didn’t seem real. Why had God done this to her?
No, it isn’t right to blame God. I did this to myself.
Crystal said, “Jake’s a loser, like all the guys I date, and don’t change the subject. Are you going to tell the guy?”
“I haven’t decided.” With a weary sigh, Annie closed the top drawer of the blue painted dresser and stood for a moment with her hands on the chipped and scratched surface.
Crystal plopped down on Annie’s bed and leaned back against the headboard. Her short bleached-blond hair framed a face that was pale and too thin. The lacy black top she wore was too tight and, as usual, she had splashed on too much of her cheap perfume. “I don’t think he needs to know. Besides, I thought you said he was being transferred overseas in a few months.”
“That’s what he told me.”
“So if you don’t tell him soon, how are you going to find him later?”
The door to the room swung inward as their housemother came in with a second hamper of laundry. “That’s a good question, Crystal. I’d like to hear your answer, Annie.”
Moving back to her bed, Annie began folding her jeans. “If he moves away and I don’t know where he went, then I can’t tell him anything, can I?”
She glanced at the woman who had taken her in when she had been at the lowest point of her life. Marge Lilly stood with the laundry basket balanced against her hip. On the far side of fifty and slightly plump, Marge managed to look both motherly and formidable at the same time. Her eyes seemed to see right through Annie, but she didn’t say anything. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Annie felt compelled to answer the unspoken censure.
“My lack of action would be an excuse to pretend the decision is out of my hands.”
“Is that true?”
“No,” she admitted with quiet resignation.
“So why not make a decision?” Marge asked gently.
Annie pressed a hand to her stomach to calm her queasiness. “Because I’m afraid I’ll make the wrong one.”
“And?” Marge prompted.
“And it’s easier to do nothing.”
“Doing nothing is a choice, Annie.”
“But not a good one. I need to make good choices.” Annie had tried to add conviction to her voice, but she’d failed miserably.
“You are in charge of your life, Annie. Just remember, God is always with you, and your friends are here to help.”