imagined that was Randall’s head and kicked it herself.
She wouldn’t be his victim any longer.
* * *
Teaching Laura how to shoot was an excellent idea and he was glad she was up for it. He loaded up an ATV with weapons and a few rounds. It felt good to be doing something, anything, besides sitting around and waiting. His lips quirked as he watched Laura walk out of the house wearing one of his T-shirts tied at the waist, her pretty auburn hair floating in the breeze. Milo tromped along behind her as she approached him. The dog had taken a quick liking to her and he couldn’t blame him. She just kept growing in his estimation. And her spunk and determination truly amazed him. When he’d realized she’d called Randall and confronted him again, he’d been terrified at first and then proud that she was still able to stand up for herself after all the man had put her through.
“Are we going somewhere?” she asked when she noticed the ATV.
“I thought we’d go out onto the edge of the pasture so the gunfire doesn’t spook the animals.”
He hopped onto the ATV and she climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He was mega aware of the daintiness of them as he started the engine and set out across the pasture.
He still couldn’t believe Randall was demanding she marry him. It sounded to him like something that would happen in the Third World countries he’d been in, not in modern-day America. It was a terrible situation for anyone to find themselves in. But the bitter taste in his mouth was so familiar. The fact that her father’s gambling had pulled her into this mess resonated with him. He was constantly amazed at how far people would go—how far he’d gone—in the name of the next big score.
He didn’t like remembering how far he’d fallen before his ranger brothers had intervened for him. But, besides him, who else would intervene on behalf of Laura?
He reached the clearing and set up a target of aluminum cans. He then ran through a basic tutorial on the pistol he’d picked out for her.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked gruffly.
“Absolutely.”
He held out the weapon to her. “It’s heavier than it looks.” When he gave her the full weight, her eyes widened.
She raised the gun, aiming it toward the cans. Colton stood behind her, reaching around her to move her hands into the correct positions. He noted the way her body fit just right between his arms. The scent of her shampoo wafted up to his nostrils, sending his senses reeling. He had to push thoughts of her that had nothing to do with protecting her from his mind. His past was everything she’d been fighting against for years. He tried to concentrate on the task at hand.
“Be ready for a kickback. It can be jolting if you aren’t used to it.”
She fired the gun and it kicked, jarring her backward against his chest.
She squealed at the kick, then laughed. He grinned, understanding the rush she was feeling. The first time shooting a gun was a frightening yet exhilarating experience. To him, it had become second nature, so it had been a long time since he’d shared that feeling with anyone.
“That was amazing,” she told him.
“Let’s try it again.”
She was a quick learner and soon became accustomed to the kick of the gun and even managed to hit one of the cans. With practice, he felt certain she could become an excellent marksman.
“You did good,” he told her.
“Thank you for teaching me this. It helps. I feel a little bit more in control than I have. I keep asking myself how this all happened to me. I should have been able to do something or say something that would have prevented this.”
“I doubt anything you could have done would have made much of a difference. Randall is dangerous.”
Narrowing her eyes, she shot him a quizzical look. “How do you know about him?”
Personal experience. “I know the type,” he said instead. “Driven, power-hungry, controlling.”
“He doesn’t seem to care that I want nothing to do with him.”
“No, that probably makes him want you even more. It’s the challenge, Laura. If he can take what he wants, it gives him a feeling of control.”
She shook her head. “I can’t believe my father put me in this position.”
“How long has he been gambling?”
“My mother got sick when I was twelve. It started then. When she died, it was like the problem kicked into overdrive. He stopped going to work. He started taking the rent money, then the grocery money, then—” Her voice caught. “Somehow, I still don’t know how he did it, but when I started college, my father managed to get into my bank account and take the money I’d saved for my tuition. He wiped me out. My tuition check bounced and I was politely asked to leave, since, according to their records, I was never truly enrolled.”
His stomach turned at such a story of desperation. He remembered that feeling all too well, and it was just one more reminder of all the people he’d hurt. “Yet you kept going. You became a nurse.”
“I worked nights, weekends, whatever I had to do to pay for my classes. I knew if I gave up, I’d be stuck forever. But it looks like I’m stuck regardless.” Bitterness tinged her words.
It stung him. Being around Laura was a constant, painful reminder of all those he’d hurt. God had been reminding him about that lately, forcing him to come to terms with his behavior. But having her around was...hard. Real hard. She was clearly suffering, yet during times like these he felt powerless to help. All he knew to tell her was what God was teaching him about his own situation. “Forgiveness is the toughest thing of all, but usually it’s the only thing that will set you free.”
“Forgiveness?” She scoffed. “In the past several years, I’ve lost my mother, my father for all purposes and my future. He doesn’t deserve my forgiveness.”
They were the words he’d expected—still expected—to have thrown at him for his behavior, but his friends and family had been kind even though he was certain they must have harbored the same anger and resentment that Laura felt. His one gratitude was that at least he hadn’t been married, hadn’t become a father or a provider who’d failed those completely dependent on him. “Forgiveness isn’t about what someone deserves. In fact, it’s not even usually for the person that needs forgiving. I know I certainly didn’t deserve forgiveness, but Jesus gave it regardless.”
She stared at him. “I suppose you have to believe that to be a soldier. But you have no idea what I’ve been through. My father doesn’t deserve the kind of absolution you’re talking about.”
“Sometimes, forgiveness is more for us than the other person. It releases us from the burden we carry around. At least, that was how it was for me.”
She stared at him. “Who did you have to forgive?”
Something caught his ear before he could answer her. He glanced into the surrounding wooded area on the edge of the pasture. He’d definitely heard something moving in the brush.
