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“Everybody thinks you’re perfect
for the job,”
Josh assured her.
“Who’s everybody?” Suzann demanded to know.
He counted with his fingers. “Well, there’s me…and…” A mischievous grin appeared on his handsome face and he touched his second finger. “Then there’s me, of course, and there’s…”
“You?” She laughed softly. “I think I get the picture.” Suzann shook her head. “Josh Gallagher, you’re impossible.”
“Impossible?”
He gazed down at her, the tender light in his sky blue eyes reminding Suzann of the brief kiss they’d just shared at her doorstep.
Her smile faded and she looked away.
“Nothing’s impossible,” he said quietly. “You just have to go after what you think God wants for your life.”
MOLLY NOBLE BULL
A lifelong Texan, Molly Noble Bull is married and the mother of three grown sons, Bret, Burt and Bren. She and her husband, Charlie, also have three preschool grandchildren and are hoping for many more. They own a home in the Texas hill country, but currently live in Victoria, Texas.
Both her father and her maternal grandfather were ranch managers, meaning they were real-for-sure Texas cowboys, and all three of her sons are involved in cattle ranching today. Molly spent part of her childhood on a sixty-thousand-acre, south Texas cattle ranch. When she writes about cowboys like Josh Gallagher, her hero in Brides and Blessings, she is writing from personal experience.
Besides her writing, Molly is involved in Christian causes and is interested in Bible prophecy. She also helped form three Internet loops for Christian women who write romance novels. She encourages readers to write to her in care of Love Inspired/Steeple Hill, 300 East 42nd Street, Sixth Floor, New York, New York 10017.
Brides and Blessings
Molly Noble Bull
Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within
me, bless His holy name.
—Psalms 103:1
To my three grandchildren—
Bethanny, Dillard and Hailey Bull,
and to my critique partner, Kathryn King Brocato.
But to God give the glory.
It was now or never.
Either Suzann Condry exchanged identities with her twin sister within the next ten minutes. Or she flew back to California and forgot the whole idea.
The morning sun streamed through the east window of the rustic living room. Suzann drummed her fingers on the arm of the tan leather couch. When her sister came up with the idea, it had seemed like the perfect solution to Suzann’s problems. But actually going through with the deception produced unsettling feelings that she hadn’t anticipated.
Suzann gazed at her twin sister, seated beside her. “Thank you again, Holly, for agreeing to meet me. Taking a two-week vacation from your job in order to be here couldn’t have been easy to manage.”
