“Cyrus thought I was crazy.” He shook his head. “Crazy was what I was before, when I let myself be eaten up by anger and ambition. Maybe being humbled by losing everything I thought was important was the only road back to finding out who I really am.”
Tears spilled over again, but they were good tears. “I’m sorry you went through that. But if you hadn’t, I’d never have met you.”
“Maybe you’d be better off if you hadn’t.”
“Don’t say that.” She hesitated, wanting to put into words the effect he’d had on her. “Being challenged by you made me realize what’s really important to me.”
He reached out slowly, letting his fingers brush her cheek. Warmth flooded through her, erasing the last bit of tension.
“I already know. Your family. Your faith. Any chance there’s room for me on that list?”
She couldn’t breathe for the happiness that filled her, bubbling up until she felt she might lift off the floor. “There’s plenty of room for you.”
“I love you, Amanda Bodine.”
She caught his hand, pressed it against her lips and said the words. “I love you, Ross.”
“Enough to marry me?” There was the faintest trace of uncertainty in the words.
“Definitely,” she said.
He drew her against him, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that promised a love that would last a lifetime. Her arms went around him, holding him close, knowing this was meant to be. God had planned them for each other from the beginning. They’d just both been too stubborn to see it.
Ross pressed his cheek against hers. “My grandmother would be delighted.”
Joy bubbled up in her again. “Miz Callie will be, too.”
He held her back a little so that she could see the love burning steadily in his eyes. “I’m afraid your father is not going to be exactly pleased.”
“He’ll come around when he sees how happy you make me,” she said. “He’ll see that God meant us for each other. Forever.”
Epilogue
M
iz Callie had insisted on a family dinner to celebrate Amanda’s unexpected engagement. Amanda wasn’t so sure that was a good idea. Maybe it would have been better to wait until everyone had gotten used to it—in this case, everyone being her father.
Still, so far they all seemed to be behaving themselves. Against Miz Callie’s will, everyone had brought something, with the result that there was enough food spread out on the long table at the beach house to feed half the island.
Since they’d long since outgrown the number of available tables, folks had spread out all over the place, and the volume of Bodine chatter was faintly overwhelming, even to someone who was as used to it as she was.
She glanced at Ross, sitting next to her on the living-room floor. He smiled, seeming unaffected by the clamor, and leaned over to kiss her cheek lightly.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Very much okay.” She moved a little closer. “You’re officially accepted, I do believe.”
“More or less,” he said, but it didn’t seem to bother him that Daddy wasn’t quite reconciled.
“Of course you’re accepted.” Miz Callie, sitting behind them in her favorite rocker, touched Ross lightly on the head. “Brett is even being pleasant.”
“Maybe he’s just relieved that this investigation is wrapped up and moved off the front page,” Ross suggested.
“Well, now, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Miz Callie’s face clouded a little. “He took it hard, knowing that an officer under his command betrayed the service that way.”
They’d all been shocked to learn that her father’s aide, Thomas Morgan, had been using his position to take money under the table from contractors in exchange for doctoring the bids.
“Nobody wants to hear that a fellow officer is crooked.” Adam, arms wrapped around his knees, leaned forward to join the conversation. “That’s someone you might have to trust your life to one day, besides the fact that it gives all the honest men and women in the service a black eye.”
“I think most folks know enough not to blame anyone else for what one person did.” Miz Callie rested her hand on Amanda’s shoulder. “As for us, I’d say we have a lot to celebrate.”
She’d raised her voice a little on the words, and the room seemed to fall silent as she spoke. Miz Callie’s descendants turned their faces toward her.
“We celebrate our Win’s safety after a dangerous mission.”
Win smiled, looking a little embarrassed as sounds of thanksgiving echoed through the room.
“We celebrate the fact that truth has come out in a difficult situation.” She looked at Amanda’s father, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “Your daddy would be proud of you, Brett. You did your duty.”
More than one person blinked back tears, Amanda knew. They realized, none better, just how hard that had been for her father.
“And we celebrate the truth coming out about another family member who did his duty.” Now a tear did trickle down Miz Callie’s cheek, but her hand on Amanda’s shoulder was strong. “We know now that Ned Bodine served his country in the navy during the war, and he’s going to be honored as he should be for that service. Adam has learned that Ned didn’t die in the war.”
A murmur of surprise went through the room at that. Most of them had just assumed that Ned hadn’t come back.
“We’ll find out what became of him afterward, Miz Callie.” Ross took her hand. “I promise.”
Miz Callie touched Amanda and Ross, her touch seeming to link them to all the generations that had gone before. “And we share the happiness of Amanda and Ross. May their love grow and flourish all their days.”
Amanda let her gaze move from one face to another around the room—her kin, the people she knew best in the world, linked by faith and by love. She had them, and now she had Ross. Her heart was filled to overflowing with thankfulness.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for choosing to pick up the second book in my new Love Inspired series about the Bodine family of South Carolina. Amanda Bodine takes center stage in this story as she struggles to find her place in the world, defend her family and commit to true love.
Amanda and her hero, Ross, are both searching for the secret to who they really are and what God wants for them. I’m sure many of us have walked that road, wondering whether we’re really on the path God intends. I hope you’ll identify with Amanda’s struggles.
I hope you’ll let me know how you felt about this story. I’d love to send you a signed bookmark or my brochure of Pennsylvania Dutch recipes. You can write to me at Steeple Hill Books, 223 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279, e-mail me at [email protected], or visit me on the Web at www.martaperry.com.
Blessings,
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
ISBN: 978-1-4268-4862-9
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