Mirror Image Bride (Love Inspired)

by Barbara McMahon

  Happy reading,

  Barbara McMahon

  Questions for Discussion

  In the beginning of the book, Maddie is starting a new job. She has little or no experience in taking care of a child. Do her thoughts on taking over the responsibility reflect what you would have thought? How would your ideas on this new job match or not match Maddie’s?

  The reason Maddie is on the ranch is due to recently discovering she has a twin sister and older brother she never knew. She’s visiting the ranch to get to know them. How would you feel if suddenly you discovered a sibling you never knew about? Would you want them to come to your place to learn more about you, or go to theirs to learn more about them?

  How would you view a totally different lifestyle such as Maddie is seeing? Plunge right in to embrace the best features, or rail against the differences and long to return to home?

  Ty Garland discovered he has an eight-year-old daughter only recently, when her mother died. How would you respond to a similar situation? Do you think his handling of the situation is best? Or should he have found a different way?

  Darcy is obviously hurting from her mother’s death. How would you have suggested Maddie deal with that situation? Do you think at age eight talking about it more would help? Did pictures of her mother help? Do you think in addition to everything else, she missed her things?

  One Sunday Ty takes Darcy on a picnic and includes Maddie. Do you think it was a good idea to have the three of them do things together? Did that help Darcy, or hinder the bonding between her and her newly found father?

  Maddie is constantly trying to reach her father to ask him about Violet and Jack. What would you do that Maddie didn’t do to try to reach him? Would you be as anxious to learn more about what split the family apart, or take it on faith all would be revealed in due time?

  Maddie spends more time with Violet than with Jack, yet when they decided to visit Fort Worth to check out their former home, Jack is right there with them. Does this show he’s interested in learning more about the past, or just going along out of family solidarity? Do you think his taking off to work on the old house is running away, or really giving him a chance to regroup and think things through?

  Maddie is asked to take over the coordination of the church picnic. Belle was originally in charge. Do you think she was best suited for this, or should another member of the congregation have stepped up? Would you volunteer for a project like this to fit in better and get to know more people, or wait until you’d been in town longer?

  Maddie appears upbeat and confident about the future, though she is out of work and not even sure where she wants to live. This is a testament to her faith. How would you react to a similar situation of being out of work and getting to decide to stay in your hometown, or try something new in a new town?

  How would you feel if after twenty-five years you discovered the woman you always thought was your mother was not in fact your mother? Would you have visited Belle as often as Maddie did and talk about what you’re doing? Would you become discouraged about whether she’d ever recover? What other things might you do to discover more about this newly found mother?

  Knowing your father lied to you all your life, how would you view him at this point? Would you be anxious to learn the truth of the situation, or angry at him and wanting to put some distance between you and him? How does forgiveness factor in?

  How did you feel when you learned about Darcy’s grandparents wanting to have her live with them? Would that be a better choice—living with people she’d known all her life, or would staying with her father be the better choice? Do you feel Darcy’s new allegiance is appropriate, or did you feel she should have gone with her grandparents?

  Ty’s faith is strengthened as the story progresses. Have you found a time when adversity or hard times strengthened your own walk in faith? What was the outcome?

  What do you think Maddie and Violet should have done further to discover who is sending them the Bibles? What would you do if you received a gift of a Bible with a cryptic note?

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  Chapter One

  “Please follow the highlighted route—”

  Jenna Gardner tapped the tiny screen on the GPS and silenced the voice of her invisible navigator once and for all. Not only because the high-tech gadget seemed to be as confused as she was by the tangled skein of roads winding around Mirror Lake, but because Jenna was tempted to take its advice.

  She wanted to follow the highlighted route right back to her condo in the Twin Cities.

  “You passed it, Aunt Jenna!”

  A panicked cry reminded her that going home wasn’t an option. Not for awhile, anyway.

  Jenna glanced in the rearview mirror. Once again, she experienced a jolt at the sight of the two children in the backseat.

  Silver blond hair. Delicate features. Wide blue eyes.

  Jenna had met Logan and Tori for the first time only three days ago. The children were practically strangers.

  Strangers who were the mirror image of her younger sister, Shelly, as a child.

  For a split second, Tori met Jenna’s gaze. Then she buried her face in the tattered scrap of pink flannel that doubled as a blanket.

  Jenna pressed her lips together to prevent a sigh from escaping.

  One step forward, two steps back, she reminded herself. The five-year-old girl was adjusting to the idea of having an aunt the same way Jenna was getting used to the idea of having a niece and nephew.

  “You have to turn around,” Logan insisted.

  “Are you sure?” Jenna tipped her Ray-Bans down and tried to peer through the hedge of wild sumac that bordered the road. “I don’t see anything.”

  “Uh-huh. It’s back there.” Logan, the self-appointed spokesman for the two siblings, nodded vigorously.

  Under the circumstances, Jenna was willing to give the boy the benefit of the doubt. She put the car in reverse and began to inch backwards.

  In Minneapolis, a dozen horns would have instantly chastised her for the move. But here in the north woods of Wisconsin, the only complaint Jenna heard came from a squirrel perched on a branch near the side of the road. More than likely voicing its opinion on her presence rather than her driving skills.

  She spotted a wide dirt path that could have been—if a person possessed a vivid imagination—a driveway.

  Pulling in a deep breath, Jenna gave the steering wheel a comforting pat as she turned off the road. Her back teeth rattled in time with the suspension as the vehicle bumped its way through the potholes.

  Logan leaned forward and pointed to something up ahead. “There it is.”

  Well, that explained why Jenna had driven right past it.

  She’d been looking for a house.

  The weathered structure crouched in the shadow of a stately white pine looked more like a shed. Jenna’s gaze shifted from the rusty skeleton of an old lawn mower to the faded sheets tacked up in the windows.

  Oh, Shelly.

  Why hadn’t her younger sister admitted that
she needed help? Why hadn’t she accepted Jenna’s offer to move in with her after Logan was born?

  Throughout her pregnancy, Shelly had claimed that she and her musician boyfriend, Vance, planned to marry before the baby arrived. But when Jenna had visited her eighteen-year-old sister in the maternity wing of a Madison hospital, there hadn’t been a ring on Shelly’s finger. Not only that, she’d been alone. Faced with a choice, Vance had decided that a gig at a club in Dubuque was more important than being present for the birth of his child.

  Shelly had made excuses for him—the same way their mother had made excuses for their father every time he’d walked out the door.

  While Jenna was pleading with Shelly to return to Minneapolis with her, Vance had sauntered into the room. The guy might have been a mediocre guitar player, but his acting skills were nothing short of amazing. He’d apologized to Shelly for not being there and promised that she and the baby could travel with the band as their “good luck charms.”

  When Jenna had asked her sister if she was willing to sentence her child to the nomadic lifestyle they’d experienced while growing up, Vance had turned on her. Accused her of being a troublemaker. He’d convinced Shelly that Jenna was jealous of their relationship and didn’t want them to be happy.

  The stars in Shelly’s eyes had blinded her to the truth. She had embraced Vance—and turned her back on her only sister.

  Jenna hadn’t seen or heard from her again. Had no idea where Shelly was or even how she and Logan were doing.

  Until last week.

  She’d been sitting at her desk, sipping an iced vanilla latte and working on her next column for Twin City Trends, when she received a telephone call from a social worker named Grace Eversea.

  It didn’t matter how gently the young woman had tried to break the news, each piece of information had punctured a hole in Jenna’s heart.

  A house fire. Shelly in a rehab center for prescription drug abuse. Seven-year-old Logan and Tori, the niece Jenna hadn’t even known existed, in temporary foster care.

  As the children’s closest relative, Jenna had been asked if she would be willing to help. She could think of a dozen reasons why she shouldn’t get involved and only two—very small—reasons why she should.

  Forty-eight hours later, after being granted a temporary leave of absence from the magazine, Jenna had packed her bags and driven to Mirror Lake, a small town where people knew each other’s name and each other’s business.

  The kind of place she had deliberately avoided for the past ten years.

  Her plan had been to take her niece and nephew back to Minnesota. But when Jenna met with Grace Eversea, the social worker had explained it would be in Logan and Tori’s best interest to remain in familiar surroundings for the time being.

  Jenna could see the wisdom in Grace’s suggestion—especially after learning that Tori and Logan had run away when they’d heard that she was on her way to Mirror Lake to meet them.

  Jenna and the children had already spent several days at the Mirror Lake Lodge at the invitation of Abby and Quinn O’Halloran, the couple who owned the charming bed-and-breakfast, but she didn’t want to impose on the newlyweds’ hospitality any longer than necessary.

  Until Shelly returned, Jenna decided that her only option was to move into the cabin where the family had been living before the fire. She’d been assured there had been only minimal damage to the interior and the local fire chief had pronounced the structure safe and sound.

  But now, looking at the place her niece and nephew had called home, Jenna wasn’t sure she agreed with either description.

  “Are we getting out, Aunt Jenna?” Logan ventured.

  Jenna realized she hadn’t moved.

  “Of course we are.” Forcing a smile, she slid out of the driver’s seat and went around to open Tori’s door. “You’re first, Button.”

  A corner of the blanket dropped, unveiling a pair of periwinkle eyes that stared back at her with guarded apprehension.

  Jenna recognized the look of someone who no longer trusted easily, and her heart wrenched. Within the space of a few weeks the little girl had been separated from her mother and then from Kate Nichols, the foster care mother she’d become attached to, before being placed in Jenna’s care.

  “It’s okay, Tori.” Logan patted his sister’s hand and the sweetness of the gesture pierced Jenna’s soul.

  How many times had she comforted Shelly when they were growing up? Protected her from danger—both imaginary and real?

  Jenna mentally pushed the thought away. Her life was different now. She was different now.

  She reached for the buckle on the booster seat but Tori shrank back.

  “Don’t wanna get out!”

  Jenna hesitated, wondering if the little girl was remembering the night of the fire. Once again, the reality of what she’d agreed to flooded through her, eroding her confidence. She wasn’t a child psychologist. She wasn’t even the type of person that small children flocked to.

  When it came right down to it, Jenna knew she was everything that two traumatized children didn’t need.

  But right now, she was all they had.

  “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Jenna summoned the bright, confident smile that had taken her from proofreader to Twin City Trend’s most popular columnist.

  Tori leaned over and whispered something in her brother’s ear.

  “She’s afraid of wolves.” To his credit, Logan didn’t laugh.

  Jenna bent down and looked her niece in the eye. “You don’t have to worry about wolves, sweetheart. They stay away from people.”

  Tori’s gaze fixed on something over Jenna’s shoulder. “Even that one?”

  That one?

  Jenna whirled around and felt her knees buckle.

  An enormous animal, its shaggy coat a mottled patchwork of grays and browns, was slinking down the shoreline.

  Keep going, keep going.

  Almost as if it had heard Jenna’s silent plea, the creature paused for a moment and lifted its nose to the wind.

  The wedge-shaped head swung in their direction.

  Jenna’s breath gathered in her lungs as the animal changed direction and started to lope toward them.

  * * *

  Devlin McGuire had just finished unloading the last of the gear from his SUV when he heard a muffled shriek near the lake.

  Definitely human. Unmistakably feminine.

  Mirror Lake, both the town and the small body of water it had been named after, didn’t attract many tourists in the summer but Dev had noticed lights in the windows of the vacant cabin next door the last time he’d been home.

  He had hoped his new neighbors would have moved on by the time he returned, but apparently they were sticking around a little longer. Soaking up some sun and enjoying the peace and quiet of the lake.

  Something Dev would have appreciated himself right about now.

  Shouldering his canvas backpack, he took a step toward the cabin. Less than ten yards away, a shower with hot water waited. And a porterhouse steak in the freezer…

  Another shriek. This one sent a flock of crows swirling into the air like smoke from a black powder rifle—and carried a distinct edge of panic.

  Dev decided the porterhouse could wait a few more minutes.

  Making his way through the narrow strip of woods that separated the two cabins, he caught a glimpse of a vehicle parked in the driveway. As he stepped into the clearing for a better look, he stopped short at the sight that greeted him.

  A young woman sat on the hood—the hood—of a sleek, charcoal gray Audi, peering down at something…

  Oh, no.

  At the base of the front left tire, Dev spotted a large animal stretched out on the ground.

  Adrenaline surged through his veins and carried him forward. He sprinted across the yard, boots crunching over the patches of sun-scorched grass.

  The woman’s head jerked up.

  A shimmering curtain of silver blond hair parted
to reveal the kind of face that ordinarily graced the cover of celebrity magazines. Porcelain skin. High cheekbones. Big blue eyes that, if it were possible, seemed to get even bigger when he skidded up to the car.

  “What happened?” Dev ground out.

  “It…it just came out of nowhere—”

  Tourists.

  Dev wasted a precious second to scowl at the woman. “How fast were you going, anyway?”

  “Fast? I wasn’t…I didn’t hit it. I was—” A low growl snipped off the rest of the sentence and the woman skittered backward.

  Dev dropped to his knees and the shaggy head snapped around, fangs bared around the object locked between its jaws.

  Relief mixed with the adrenaline as Dev came face-to-face with a pair of intelligent, albeit guilty, brown eyes.

  “Violet, no. Drop it.”

  “Violet?” the woman squeaked.

  “That’s her name.” Dev held out his hand and received a soggy shoe with a ridiculously high heel in return. He scrubbed a thumb over a tooth mark in the leather, winced when it didn’t come out. “I’m sorry she scared you. Violet might be the size of a Volkswagen Bug, but she’s harmless.”

  “It…it looks like a wolf.”

  Which explained why she’d taken refuge on the hood of her car. Sort of.

  “Your average timber wolf doesn’t wear a collar.” Dev buried his hand in the thick ruff of fur around the dog’s neck and jingled a pink, heart-shaped tag as proof.

  “I thought she was going to attack me.”

  Dev arched a brow. “So you threw a shoe at her?”

  “I didn’t throw it. It…fell off.” She was glaring at him now, not Violet.

  Dev was getting the distinct impression that the blame had somehow shifted from the dog to its owner.

  Violet bumped his arm, her pink tongue unfurling in a cheerful doggy grin, content to let him clean up the mess she’d made. Typical.

  Dev buried a sigh and reached out his hand to help the woman down.

  She didn’t move.