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by Catherine Palmer




  Praise for

  Love’s Haven

  “The beautifully described Texas setting showcases the author’s talent for detailed scenery and ambience.”

  —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

  “Catherine Palmer is fast becoming one of my favorite authors…. Brock’s sense of responsibility and love for his best friend makes him an admirable hero, and Mara’s strong faith in God is an encouragement for everyone. Love’s Haven is a book the reader will not easily lay aside…”

  —romancejunkies.com

  “Catherine Palmer did a stand-up job of describing each scene and creating a world in which no reader will want to leave. This bestselling author will definitely have a place on my favorites list.”

  —Cataromance Reviews

  Love’s Haven

  CATHERINE PALMER

  Refreshed version of HIS BEST FRIEND’S WIFE newly revised by author.

  For Tim Palmer, the best husband a woman could

  ever want, with thanks for all you have taught me

  and meant to me during our marriage.

  My thanks to Karen Solem. Your faith in my writing ministry is a gift I treasure always. Thank you for all you mean to me both professionally and personally. To Joan Golan, I’m so grateful to you for believing God can use me at Steeple Hill Books, for having the vision and the perseverance to bring me back to my roots and for using your wisdom and insight to help me hone my craft. May God bless both of you with a full measure of His richness. Anna Cory-Watson and the staff at Steeple Hill, you are wonderful. Thank you for all you do on behalf of the Kingdom. Great Holy Spirit, my Comforter, how thankful and amazed I am at the path down which You guide me. Isaiah 55:8–13…oh, glorious God, lead on.

  Contents

  Questions for Discussion

  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

  QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

  Why does Mara choose to marry Brock? What does she sacrifice in marrying him, and what does she gain? Is sacrifice an inherent part of marriage? Of parenting?

  Is there a moment you can pinpoint when Mara falls in love with Brock? What is the process she must go through to come to terms with their relationship?

  In Chapter 15, Brock asks himself, “was he being unfair to Mara by not telling her about the letter?” His answer is no. What do you think? Do you think Brock is certain his answer is the right one?

  Chapter 6 says about Brock, “Mara was the one who had been wounded, and he wondered if anything could ever heal her.” What did it take to heal Mara? Did Brock need healing, too?

  Brock nurses a poisoned cow. Is this a metaphor for his relationship with Mara? How is Mara “poisoned”? Is Brock “poisoned,” as well?

  Is Mara betraying herself, Brock or her faith by marrying Brock for the sake of her child? If a child isn’t reason enough to get married, are there any circumstances when it’s appropriate to get married for reasons other than love?

  Does Brock ask Mara’s forgiveness for his part in the death of her husband? Does Mara ask Brock’s forgiveness? Why? Does she need to? Is it possible to forgive someone who doesn’t ask your forgiveness? How?

  Mara marries Brock even though she knows he’s not a surrendered believer in Jesus Christ. Do her reasons justify her actions? How should a wife behave if she is a Christian who is married to a non-believer? Is it possible to have a truly meaningful relationship in such a case? What does the Bible teach about this?

  What kind of friend is Sherry? Does she give good advice? What kind of friends has Brock cultivated? Should Christians befriend non-Christians, or is the danger of bad advice or bad influences too great?

  Why does Brock abandon Mara toward the end of the book? What is he planning to do? Why does Mara follow him? What do both characters learn in this final scene about themselves? About forgiveness? About God? About marriage?

  To find out some of what the Bible teaches about forgiveness, read:

  Psalms 25; Matthew 6:14-15; Matthew 18:21-35; 2 Corinthians 2:10-11; Ephesians 4:29-32

  To find out some of what the Bible teaches about marriage, read:

  Genesis 2:24; Matthew 19:3-9; Ephesians 5; 1 Corinthians 7:1-17; Hebrews 13:4; 1 Peter 3:1-9; 2 Corinthians 6:14

  Chapter One

  “I’m going to marry you, Mara.”

  “What?” The word didn’t make a sound. “What…?”

  He placed a finger on her lips. “I’ll marry you and give Todd’s baby a home, medical care, college—whatever both of you need. I’ll pay the bills, the insurance premiums, the creditors. I’ll put the baby in my will. I’ll do everything. Whatever you want.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  Balanced on a scale in her tiny bathroom, Mara stared up at the man in the doorway. Brock Barnett looked as he always had. Six feet, four inches tall. Two hundred pounds. Black hat. Black hair. Gray shirt. Wrangler jeans a little worn at the knees. Black boots. Nothing about him had changed.

  He even acted the same. Moments ago, he had barged into her apartment and demanded to know why she hadn’t told him about her pregnancy. When she mentioned the difficulty of seeing over her stomach to weigh herself, he had propelled her into the bathroom and onto the scale.

  “I went to the county clerk’s office this morning to check on the license,” he informed Mara. “I’ve already been to the lab for my blood test. Now we have to get yours, and we’re set.”

  “But that’s…that’s—”

  “I’ll manage Todd’s company until we find a buyer,” he went on. “I’ve already talked to the project director at the Bureau of Land Management. Dr. Long said the restoration of Fort Selden is on hold while they iron out the legal details of Todd’s contract. I told him I’d find a capable person to take over.”

  “In Las Cruces, New Mexico?” she snapped, suddenly furious at his cockiness. “You think you can find somebody around here with the experience to run a historic restoration company?”

  “Sure. Why not?” His brown eyes, like dark, wet oak, searched her face.

  “You’re nuts. Get out of my bathroom.”

  “The moving company gave me a date to box up your stuff. You can live in the west wing of the ranch house. There’s a room for the baby, and you can use the Lincoln—I’m always in either the pickup or the Jag. We’ll fence the swimming pool, and I plan to turn the weight room into an indoor playground with a seesaw and one of those nifty little—”

  “Brock!” Mara pushed his chest. It felt like a granite wall. “Stop. You’re rambling. You’re scaring me.”

  “Scaring you?”

  “I’m not going anywhere. This apartment is my home. This is where Todd and I…we…” She couldn’t start crying. Not in front of this man. She had the horrible realization she might want him to hold her. “Just move, so I can get off this scale.”

  “I’m not going anywhere until you listen to me.”

  “You can’t trap me in my own bathroom!”

  “Looks like I already did.” He gave her a smile more tender than brash. “Come on, Mara. Hear me out.”

  “I heard you, Brock. You’re talking nonsense.”

  He propped one booted foot on the edge of the bathtub beside a novel she had been reading, and then he
lifted his eyes to Mara’s face. “You’d give up the chance to drive a brand-new car?”

  “Of course I would.”

  “How about a big house with two maids and a French chef?”

  “Forget it. Look, I told you—”

  “Free medical care?”

  “I can take care of…I can get help.” She searched for an escape, just as she had every day in the past months. Only blunt reality emerged—haunting her, nipping at her heels like a hungry wolf.

  Orphaned at six, Mara had been raised in a series of foster homes until she turned eighteen. During her teen years, the Division of Family Services had placed her with a godly family who had taken her to church on Sundays and to youth group meetings on Wednesday evenings. This family had been different from the others she had lived with, and Mara came to understand why. Soon, she committed her own life to Christ, clinging to Him through the upheaval of the ensuing years. But never had she experienced anything like the turmoil and pain of her husband’s death. Consumed with grief, Mara took comfort in only one thing. Todd had been a faithful Christian, a true man of God. Now he was in heaven. Though she missed him terribly, Mara knew he was where he had always longed to be.

  She and the baby would learn to make do without him. Childhood as a ward of the state had taught her to treasure independence. For several years, she had supported herself and her husband as a history teacher at a private academy. But when Todd’s restoration company began to be successful, she had resigned her position in order to help him with research. They had purchased insurance that Mara could no longer afford, and the company held contracts that now could not be completed. With the school year well under way, she wasn’t likely to find a teaching position. History teachers who filled the few slots available rarely gave up their jobs until retirement. And what principal would hire a pregnant teacher who would need a substitute almost immediately?

  Though Mara rejected the idea of welfare, she tossed it at Brock anyway. “The government,” she said. “They have programs, you know.”

  “You’d turn down life insurance? Health insurance? The best medical care money can buy for you and the baby?”

  “Oh, Brock, don’t be…” She couldn’t finish. What was he? Irrational, ridiculous? Or a taunting temptation sent to lure her off the straight and narrow path she was trying to walk? For months, Mara had prayed that God would help her—that He would show her a way out of the mess that entangled her.

  But Brock Barnett? Surely God hadn’t sent him.

  “How about a college fund? I can send your son to Harvard, Mara.”

  “Harv—” She caught herself and stared at him. Who could think of college? “But he’s not even born yet. And what makes you think it’s a boy?”

  “Boy or girl, that kid’s going to grow up. He’ll need things—clothes, toys, education, summer camp, a car. I’ll make you the beneficiary of my estate. Both of you—you as my wife and the baby as my child.”

  She drew back and wrapped her arms around her middle. Everything unbearable that had happened in the past five months went back to this man. “My baby will never be yours!”

  He sucked in a breath at her vehemence. “Look, I am the baby’s godfather. Todd wanted me to be.”

  “Who told you that?”

  “Your friend Sherry Stevens. We met at your wedding. I saw her again at Todd’s funeral, and I’ve called a few times to check on you. She let it slip that you were pregnant.” His eyes went dark. “And she told me Todd wanted me to be the godfather. You’ll honor that wish. I know you will.”

  Furious at her best friend’s betrayal, Mara lashed out. “You’re trying to buy me off so I’ll release you from your guilt.”

  “Wrong!” He lowered his head until his mouth was an inch from hers. “That is wrong!”

  “You think you can walk out of this with a clear conscience.”

  “Never.” He swallowed hard, as though a fist had formed in his throat. “If you think I won’t live with this for the rest of my life, you’re the one who’s crazy. Todd was my best friend.”

  “My husband!”

  “I know!” His voice boomed off the tiled walls in the tiny bathroom.

  For a moment Mara thought she saw the ropes that held him in control start to unravel. He stared, breathing like a locomotive, eyes of molten bronze. And then he leashed the anger—visibly took it, folded it and stuffed it away. His brown eyes turned to wet oak again; the corners of his mouth turned down.

  “I know he was your husband,” he whispered.

  Mara bit her lower lip as she watched pain write messages across his face. For the first time in all of this, she felt the urge to reach out, to comfort, to console. She had tried so hard to forgive him. Tried to let go of her resentment and anger. To give it all to God.

  But how could she allow any tenderness toward this man? It was him. Him!

  “Mara,” he said gently. “I’m not trying to buy your forgiveness. I’m doing what I can to honor Todd and take care of the people he loved.”

  Her shoulders sagged as the breath left her chest. “Oh, Brock, I’ll be all right.”

  “You’ll be better than all right once we make it all legal.” He set his hands on his hips. “Come on, let’s go get that blood test.”

  “No.”

  “Yes, Mara.”

  “No!” She grabbed his sleeves and twisted them in her fingers. “No, Brock! I’m not going with you. I’m not going to marry you.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s…You’re…I don’t want to marry you!”

  “Yes, you do, for the child’s sake.”

  “I don’t like you!”

  He caught her shoulders. “What does that have to do with it?”

  “It’s your fault! Your fault!”

  “Listen, Mara, don’t make me—”

  “I hate you! I hate—”

  He scooped her up in his arms, turned to the door and carried her down the narrow hall. “I don’t care how you feel about me, Mara. You will marry me. It’s the only way.”

  “The only way for you to soothe your guilty conscience!”

  “It’s the only way out for both of us. For all three of us.” He carried her across the threshold and kicked the door shut behind him.

  “You didn’t lock—” She twisted in his arms, her bare feet flying, kicking. “My stuff, my things—”

  “We’ll buy you new stuff.”

  “I don’t want your money! Put me down. Brock Barnett, you put me down this instant! I’m in my nightgown. I’m pregnant!”

  At the Jag, he cocked one leg and balanced her on his knee as he jerked open the door. She fought him, but it was useless. He set her down and grabbed the seat belt. As he fastened it around her swollen stomach, she hammered his back with her fists.

  “Just a blood test, Mara!” he growled, snapping the buckle. “You can have the next two days to try to talk me out of the marriage.”

  By the time she could respond, he had slammed her door, opened his, climbed inside and started the engine. He managed to drown her words as he gunned the Jag out of the parking lot.

  “Coming through!” Brock shouldered open the door to the small clinic and carried Mara inside. “Somebody point me toward the lab.”

  So furious and upset she couldn’t even speak, Mara looked over the lump of his bicep as the waiting room erupted with cries of surprise, dropped magazines, a scramble of children. The receptionist gawked. A nurse threw open the door to the examination section of the clinic.

  “Sir, you’ll need to take your wife to the hospital. We’re not equipped—”

  “You have a lab, don’t you?” He frowned. “I know you do, because I was here this morning.”

  “Is this an emergency, sir?” The nurse attempted to keep her voice low. “Has her water broken?”

  “Water? No, it’s blood—”

  “Blood? She shouldn’t be miscarrying at this stage!” The nurse touched Mara’s arm. “Ma’am, can you tell me whe
n you began to feel contractions and how often—”

  “We need a blood test,” Brock interrupted, his voice loud. “We want to get married.”

  The commotion in the room evaporated. The nurse’s face drained of color. “Oh.” She pursed her lips. “I see.”

  Brock squared his shoulders. “Just give us that little twenty-dollar blood test so we can sign the marriage license.”

  The nurse leaned toward Mara. “Ma’am, are you all right?”

  Eyes shut, Mara couldn’t respond. All the way across Las Cruces the clenching intensity had built—a spasm in her back, a hard band across her middle. Brock had been unaware, of course.

  For the last two months she had been plagued by false labor. Though she took medication, each time a contraction began, she worried. What if her water broke? What if the baby came? It was too early!

  Absorbed with her discomfort, Mara knew vaguely they were in a clinic somewhere. A nurse asked questions. Brock rambled as the contraction began to slink away like a naughty child. It left her legs, then released its hold on her abdomen. She let out a breath.

  At the gently rocking motion of Brock’s stride, a scent drifted around her head. Clean, starched denim and leather. She allowed her head to roll against his arm and pressed her cheek against the contracted muscle. This arm felt strong enough, more than strong enough.

  “You’re sure about this?” The lab technician eyed Brock.

  “We’re sure,” he declared as he set Mara on an examining table.

  The technician looked at Mara for confirmation. “Are you feeling all right? A physician could speak with you, if you’d like, Miss Rosemond.”

 

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