“Get off my land!”
Rae yelled. “I don’t care why you’ve come, Hunter. You’re not welcome here. You destroyed our lives ten years ago, and drove my father to illness he couldn’t fight.”
Gordon swallowed. Rae had grown into a beautiful woman. “There isn’t anything I can say that would make you feel better, Rae. Still, I…” He faltered. “I just want you to know how much your dad meant to me. He was a good man.”
Her expression wavered. He took a step toward her, wanting to haul her close and comfort them both.
She backed away. “Leave.”
He didn’t move. “I have nowhere else to go. You know this place was my only home.” He’d been crazy to come. To keep a woman who hated him safe from an unknown danger?
Guide me, Lord. Do You want me to help her?
His heart lurched in answer and he knew he couldn’t leave Green Valley.
BARBARA PHINNEY
Barbara Phinney was born in England and raised in Canada. She has traveled throughout her life, loving to explore the various countries and cultures of the world. After she retired from the Canadian Armed Forces, Barbara turned her hand to romance writing. The thrill of adventure and the love of happy endings, coupled with a too-active imagination, have merged to help her create this and other wonderful stories. Barbara spends her days writing, building her dream home with her husband and enjoying their fast-growing children.
Keeping Her Safe
Barbara Phinney
Therefore, there is now no condemnation
for those who are in Christ Jesus.
—Romans 8:1
To my family and friends and church, who put up
with my weird writing moments and risk getting put into a book. All of you are the greatest!
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
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
ONE
Rae Benton could not believe who had just walked into the mortuary chapel. The man who’d killed her father had the gall to attend his victim’s funeral.
With hands clenched as tightly as her jaw, she lifted her gaze from the inexpensive casket, up Hunter Gordon’s lean frame to meet his eyes. In the muted light, she couldn’t see the vivid blue, just the intensity that carried both empathy and wariness. She could buy the wariness; after all, he couldn’t expect to be welcomed here. But empathy? Hunter might not have pulled a trigger, but he was responsible for her father’s untimely death. He had no right to show any compassion.
He came to stand near her. “I’m sorry, Rae.” His voice had deepened during his years in prison, yet she could barely hear it in the quiet chapel. His words were obviously meant for her alone. “I wish I could have been here sooner.”
“Because you’ve just been released?” she muttered. “How did you get here so fast? Dorchester Penitentiary is a two-hour drive from here. They don’t release inmates at dawn.”
“I hitched a ride with a guard coming off duty.”
“Who told you Dad had died?”
His compassionate expression faltered slightly, but his voice stayed calm. “We stopped for gas up the road. The clerk told me. I came straight here.”
Edith Waterbrook owned the only gas station in the small New Brunswick village of Green Valley. Which meant if she’d recognized Hunter after ten years, everyone would soon know he’d been released. And had headed straight to the funeral.
Rae found herself fighting back the conflicting urges to smack him, and to feel again the comforting embrace he’d given her that day a decade ago when her family’s shop had burned to the ground.
Correction. The day Hunter had burned the workshop to the ground and destroyed Benton Woodworking, a livelihood the family had relied on for nearly a century. The day the police had arrested him for arson.
She recalled the savage blaze, how she’d come home to find the family business overcome by heat so intense that all the firefighters could do was hose down her nearby home so it, too, wouldn’t catch fire.
After all these years, the memory of those burning joists and beams still devastated her. A knot formed in her throat. Dad, why didn’t you have the strength to fight the cancer? I need you. I have no one now.
A scene from three days ago flooded back. Rae hated the memory. Her dad, in the hospital, weakened and bone thin, had grabbed her hand with surprising strength and forced her to agree to the unthinkable. He’d asked her to forgive Hunter and let…
Robert Benton had collapsed, unable to finish his sentence.
To placate her father, she’d agreed. But forgive Hunter? Never.
All she wanted was to be left alone to mourn her dad’s death, and to continue to build the business. And forget she ever knew Hunter Gordon.
The organist started playing some soft, sad music. Rae felt the touch of the funeral director’s white-gloved hand and allowed him to direct her to her seat.
Sitting, she watched Hunter scan the crowd, his suspicious eyes probing each face. When he reached hers, he swung around to find a chair as far away as possible.
His
