storms, and other times He walks us through them. In both situations, when we look for it, we can see the hand of a loving Heavenly Father.
I pray God’s blessings on your life and peace through whatever storms you face.
Love in Christ,
Carol J. Post
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
—Psalms 147:3
Thank you to all the people who supported me in writing this series:
My sister Kim, for all the help with research, My critique partners Karen Fleming and Sabrina Jarema, Mom Post for beta/proofreading, My editor Dina Davis and my agent, Nalini Akolekar, My sweet, supportive family, And my loving husband, Chris.
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The wrought iron gate swung inward under a steel-gray sky. Colton Gale eased his Highlander through the opening to climb the road leading into his Atlanta subdivision.
Passing between those large brick columns used to always bring a sense of contentment and warmth. Maybe someday he’d find it again.
“You all right, bro?”
Colton glanced at his twin in the front passenger seat. For someone who lived life flying by the seat of his pants, Cade could be remarkably perceptive.
Colton forced a half smile. “Yeah.”
Cade nodded, silent assent to let it drop rather than acceptance or agreement. “Thanks for going with me this morning. Since you’ve been back in town only a week, I know you’ve got other things to do.”
“No problem.”
When their father retired, he’d signed over the antiquities business to both of them. As co-owner, Colton’s signature was required for official business, like renewing their line of credit, which they’d done that morning.
But giving his John Hancock when needed was where his involvement ended. His job as an assistant district attorney kept him plenty busy. Besides, Cade was the one with the art and antiquities degree. He was also an expert schmoozer. Everyone seemed to let down their guard and trust him, whether it was warranted or not.
Colton rounded a gentle curve, where a huge oak spread half-bare limbs over the road, then cast another glance at his brother. Though their looks were identical, he’d never had Cade’s charisma.
Now the differences in their personalities were even more pronounced. For Colton, studious and sincere had become almost brooding. Though Cade had tried to pull him into the social scene, Colton wasn’t interested. The transition from widowed to single and available didn’t happen overnight. Even six months later, putting on a party face required more effort than he was willing to give.
He heaved a sigh. He knew the platitudes. He’d used them himself—Life is short. No one is guaranteed tomorrow. Somehow, he’d thought those were for other people. The last thing he’d expected was for tragedy to strike his own perfectly ordered life.
“When we get to your house, I’ll have to leave to get to my appointment.” Cade’s words cut across his thoughts.
Colton nodded. He’d expected as much. The business at the company’s bank had taken longer than anticipated. Little Liam would be disappointed. He adored his uncle Cade. Anytime Cade stopped by, Liam always tried to talk him into staying longer.
Well,
