“I’m sorry. I should have realized before now that I couldn’t go through with it. I should have—”
“Want to know what I think?” he interrupted, louder this time, a hint of anger in his voice. “I think you’re using your writing—even your calling to serve the Lord—as an excuse to run away. You’re afraid, and it isn’t because of the book.”
“I haven’t been able to write a single page all night long.”
“That’s an excuse. You’re afraid to depend on anyone else. You take care of everybody because then you’ll be too busy to open up your heart and let them in. Really inside. You’re afraid of the cost of loving, not the cost of losing a dream.” He patted his chest with his hand. “I wanted you to let me in. I wanted you to lean on me. You could have trusted me, Shayla.”
He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it. But then he stopped and looked at her again.
“I made the mistake of standing in the way of someone’s dream. I wouldn’t have made that mistake again, Shayla. I wouldn’t have made that mistake with you. I told you that. I tried to prove it to you.”
He opened the door. “So you go if you have to. Just remember that I love you, and I’ll be right here if you change your mind.”
It was almost seven o’clock when Shayla drove away from the house at Paradise Ranch. Her hastily packed suitcase was in the trunk, along with her computer, printer, and manuscript. In the rearview mirror, she saw Nat, sitting astride Blue, watching as she left him. He had let her go without a word. He’d simply let her go.
She was about ten miles down the highway before she realized she was crying so hard she couldn’t see the road. She blinked and wiped her eyes, then looked for a place to turn off, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stop the tears for long. Around the next bend in the road, she found a small campground alongside the river.
“I wanted you to let me in. I wanted you to lean on me.”
She rested her forehead on the back of her hands, hands that still gripped the steering wheel.
“You could have trusted me, Shayla.”
Memories drifted through her mind. Nat working with a young foal. Nat roping cattle. Nat fixing sandwiches in the kitchen. Nat playing with the twins and roughhousing with the dogs. Nat teaching her to ride, showing so much patience. Nat holding her in his arms, kissing her, loving her.
He was right. He hadn’t tried to take away her dream. He’d wanted to share in it. He didn’t want to stop her from serving God. He wanted to serve with her.
She got out of the car and walked to the river’s edge, watching as it churned and foamed, roaring over the submerged boulders and logs that lined the riverbed.
That’s how she felt. As if her insides were churning and foaming and roaring.
She sat on the ground and pulled her knees toward her chest. With her arms clasped around her shins, she pressed her face against her knees and allowed herself to cry.
With his heart pounding in fear, Nat sped down the highway. He shouldn’t have let her go. He never should have told her he wouldn’t stand in her way. Ten years ago he’d let another woman drive out of his life—and she’d died that day.
This time he had to do it right. If he lost Shayla…
Rounding a turn in the road, he saw the roof of her car, parked in a campground. He breathed a silent prayer of thanksgiving as he braked and pulled off the road. He got out of his truck, not bothering to close the door behind him. Her car was empty, but his gaze soon found her, sitting beside the river. He stopped about ten feet away, realizing that she hadn’t heard his arrival above the thunder of the river.
Her shoulders shook as she wept.
Was he making a mistake? Should he let her go? Maybe she was right. Maybe he would be in her way. Maybe…
She lifted her head and turned toward him as if she’d sensed his presence. Her eyes glittered with tears.
No, he wasn’t making a mistake.
He crossed the ground that separated them, took hold of her arms, and drew her to her feet. “Don’t go. Don’t leave me.”
“Oh, Nat.”
He drew her closer to him. “Without you, Paradise Ranch won’t mean anything. It’ll be too empty without you in it. Don’t give up on us without a fight.”
“You were right about me. I’m afraid. It’s easier to run away before I fail.”
“Then stop running.” He brushed the hair off her forehead. “You don’t have to be afraid. I love you. I believe in you. I won’t hurt you.”
She gave her head a tiny shake. “I blamed everyone else for what was wrong with my life. For my dismal little apartment and my boring job. For having to put off my dreams. For not writing my stories. But it was only me standing in my way.” She released a sad little laugh. “Wasn’t it?”
He kissed her with all the tenderness his heart possessed, hoping beyond hope that she would understand how much she was cherished, how important she was in his life. He would move heaven and earth to make her happy—if she would give him the chance.
When their lips parted, Shayla looked into his eyes for the longest time. So long, he thought he couldn’t bear it. And then she smiled.
‘Take me to Paradise, cowboy. Take me home.”
EPILOGUE
While the deputies placed handcuffs on Mitchell Jones in the glow of the spinning red lights atop the police car, Chet pulled True into his arms.
“So help me, woman, if you ever cause me this much trouble again…”
He didn’t finish the threat. He didn’t have to.
Yeah, he knew it. And he didn’t care. He wanted whatever kind of trouble she dished out. In fact, he would welcome it.
He kissed her. He wanted word to spread across Eden Valley like a grass fire: True Barry belonged to Chet Morrison.
And the next guy to forget it would wish he was sitting in a prison cell next to Mr. Jones.
Shayla lifted the last sheet of paper out of the printer tray and stared at it.
“The end,” she whispered, then grinned. “I made it.”
She wanted to shout, but it was two in the morning and she didn’t want to wake the twins.
‘Time to celebrate?”
At the sound of Nat’s voice, Shayla swiveled her chair around. Her husband stood in the doorway. “How did you know?”
He shrugged. “I had a feeling you would wrap it up tonight.” He smiled at her. “So how did it turn out?”
“Mystery solved. Bad guy in jail. Chet gets the girl.”
“Lucky Chet.”
She returned his smile. ‘There’s a lot of editing to do before I can ship it to New York, and only three days to do it in.”
“I’ve got faith in you, sweetheart. You’ll get it done in time.”
He closed the door to her office with his heel and crossed the room to her desk. “I’d like to kiss the author of Trouble in Eden, if that’s all right with her. After all, I’ve never kissed a novelist before.”
She rose from her chair and slipped into his embrace, snuggling close to her husband of twenty days. “Go ahead. Kiss the novelist, Mr. O’Connell. She’s waiting.”
“Glad to oblige, ma’am.”
His kiss told her that she was loved, cherished, beautiful, and special in his eyes. He believed in her and made her believe in herself.
True Barry would be fortunate if she was even half as happy in Eden as Shayla O’Connell was in Paradise.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Robin Lee Hatcher is the best-selling author of over eighty books. Her well-drawn characters and heartwarming stories of faith, courage, and love have earned her both critical acclaim and the devotion of readers. Her numerous awards include the Christy Award for Excellence in Christian Fiction, the RITA® Award for Best Inspirational Romance, Romantic Times Career Achievement Awards for Americana Romance and for Inspirational Fiction, t
he Carol Award, the 2011 Idahope Writer of the Year, and Lifetime Achievement Awards from both Romance Writers of America® (2001) and American Christian Fiction Writers (2014). Catching Katie was named one of the Best Books of 2004 by the Library Journal.
When not writing, Robin enjoys being with her family, spending time in the beautiful Idaho outdoors, Bible art journaling, reading books that make her cry, watching romantic movies, and decorative planning. A mother and grandmother, Robin makes her home on the outskirts of Boise, sharing it with a demanding Papillon puppy named Boo and a persnickety tuxedo cat named Pinky.
Learn more about Robin and her books by visiting her website at www.robinleehatcher.com
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ALSO BY ROBIN LEE HATCHER
Stand Alone Titles
Here in Hart's Crossing
The Victory Club
Beyond the Shadows
Catching Katie
Whispers From Yesterday
The Shepherd's Voice
Ribbon of Years
Firstborn
The Forgiving Hour
Heart Rings
A Wish and a Prayer
Another Chance to Love You
Bundle of Joy
When Love Blooms
A Carol for Christmas
Return to Me
Loving Libby
Wagered Heart
The Perfect Life
The Coming to America Series
Dear Lady
Patterns of Love
In His Arms
Promised to Me
Where the Heart Lives Series
Belonging
Betrayal
Beloved
Books set in Kings Meadow
A Promise Kept
Love Without End
Whenever You Come Around
I Hope You Dance
Keeper of the Stars
Books set in Thunder Creek
You'll Think of Me
You're Gonna Love Me
The Sisters of Bethlehem Springs Series
A Vote of Confidence
Fit to Be Tied
A Matter of Character
Legacy of Faith Series
Who I Am with You
Cross My Heart
How Sweet It Is
For a full list of books, visit www.robinleehatcher.com
Copyright © 1999 by Robin Lee Hatcher
First RobinSong Inc. ebook edition, 2019
This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or publisher.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Contents
Epigraph
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Robin Lee Hatcher
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