The Bachelor's Perfect Match

by Kathryn Springer

  And the man who’d slipped the ring on Maddie’s finger was her perfect match.

  The celebration of their engagement had taken priority over the first snowfall.

  Sunni had baked a two-layer cake with drifts of buttercream frosting for dessert, but the red confetti hearts sprinkled over the top made Maddie suspect that Aiden’s mom had known about the proposal before the twins had scampered back to the living room and broken the news.

  She’d also suggested Maddie invite her parents over to celebrate with them, so when the doorbell rang a few minutes later, Aiden leaped to his feet.

  “I’ll get it.” He winked at Maddie. “I have to win my future in-laws over.”

  Maddie smiled, knowing he already had. As it turned out, Aiden was an accomplished chess player and had insisted on spending Saturday evenings with her parents over the past month.

  Aiden returned a few minutes later—alone—and the expression on his face brought Maddie to her feet.

  “Wayne just delivered this.” Aiden held up an envelope. “It’s a certified letter from a law office—on behalf of the Holt-McIntyre Agency.”

  Maddie started praying as the family gathered around him. She knew Brendan had contacted the agency a few days after she’d relayed the information Trish had shared, but there’d been no response.

  A month had passed since then, and the continued silence had weighed on everyone. Maddie knew Aiden had been hoping the next communication would be a phone call from his sister, not a letter from an attorney.

  “Bren?” Aiden looked at his oldest brother, but Brendan shook his head.

  “Go ahead.” His voice was husky.

  Maddie slipped her arm around Aiden’s waist and felt the tremor that rippled down his spine.

  “In regard to your recent petition...” He read the opening paragraph, a polite response to the letter Brendan had sent to the adoption agency, explaining the unique circumstances of their situation.

  The second paragraph was couched in legalese and reiterated that both parties had believed they were acting in the best interests of the child when they agreed to a closed adoption.

  “My client is currently out of the country and cannot be reached at this time. After she returns, I will make a recommendation based on the information you’ve provided. Sincerely, Jameson Ford.”

  “He’ll make a recommendation?” Liam echoed. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  Brendan slipped his arm around Lily’s waist. “It’s out of our hands now.”

  “But not God’s.” Aiden drew Maddie against his side. “Someone reminded me recently that we can’t focus on the ifs. Whatever happens in the future, we can trust Him.”

  Maddie pressed closer to the man she loved, thanking God with all her heart because it was true.

  * * * * *

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  Dear Reader,

  I hope you enjoyed your latest visit to Castle Falls! Like for Maddie, books were a constant companion while I was growing up and I spent hours in my hometown library. The librarian’s three-book rule never applied to me—she knew that I would read all of them on the walk home and always let me check out more!

  When I was a teenager, that same librarian introduced me to an author named Grace Livingston Hill, who wrote sweet, faith-filled romances. Those books touched my heart and sparked a lifelong love for happily-ever-after endings that continues in the stories that I write.

  Sunni Mason, Aiden’s adoptive mom, plays matchmaker to her three sons, but I think that librarians do a little matchmaking, too! They bring books and the people who love them together. The next time you visit your local library, be sure to thank them!

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  Walk in joy!

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  Reunited by a Secret Child

  by Leigh Bale

  Chapter One

  Wide, yellow ribbons fluttered among the cottonwoods bordering the north perimeter of the tarmac. The low hum of the prop plane’s engine escalated Reese Hartnett’s tension. Gazing out the small, oval window inside the plane, he gripped the armrests with tensed fingers. He’d been raised here, in the sleepy little town of Minoa, Nevada, but it wasn’t his home anymore. He had no family here now. No friends, either. But he didn’t know where else to go.

  And honestly, he’d felt compelled to return. After what he’d been through, he longed to see his mom. If only she were still alive. Coming home was the best way to be close to her again. To go to the cemetery to pay his respects and apologize for hurting her when he’d left so unexpectedly.

  He squinted as a spray of morning sunlight glinted against the metal siding of the hangar. Someone had tied a large hand-painted sign across the front of the building. He could easily make out the words: Welcome home. Our hero.

  Reese knew the sign was for him. No doubt the media had put it up, staging a warm greeting in hopes of getting his story. He sure didn’t believe the people of this town had put up the sign. Not when they remembered his past history as a juvenile delinquent. Nor did he feel like a hero. Not when his entire hotshot crew had died two weeks earlier, fighting a wildfire in Colorado. Nineteen members of the Garlock Hotshot Crew should still be here with him. His buddies. Laughing and joking. Inseparable.

  Because Reese had been the lone survivor, everyone considered him brave. But he wasn’t. He was just an ordinary man who happened to survive. Even now, he could see no logical reason why he had lived when all his friends had died. And every night, he hoped he’d awaken and it would all be a bad nightmare.

  The plane jostled him out of his gloomy thoughts as it taxied across the concourse. He was late. He should have arrived in Minoa two days earlier, but he’d been delayed by the ongoing investigation. Forced to spend extra time answering questions at the National Interagency Fire Center in Boise, Idaho. But he didn’t mind. The media was hunting for him and he’d been grateful for the opportunity to avoid them. The news report he’d seen on TV last night indicated they’d done their research and knew the name
of his hometown. Since he hadn’t shown up in Minoa on schedule, they wouldn’t know where he was. They’d be confused. Searching for him elsewhere. He hoped.

  He sat quietly, gazing at the black asphalt. The plane came to a bumping stop. A few more minutes, and the attendant opened the door. Releasing his seat belt, Reese stood and flipped open the overhead bin. He shouldered his duffel bag, then stepped off the plane. He’d left this monotonous town as soon as he’d graduated from high school. The next day, to be exact. And he hadn’t been home since. Eager for his freedom. Desperate to flee his father’s drunken rages. The only thing he missed about this place was his mother. She’d taught him about God and how to pray, but it never seemed to take. He’d never cared about the Lord...until recently.

  He looked around at the barren desert that budged up against the narrow airport strip. Clumps of sage and rabbitbrush covered the landscape, punctuated by an occasional piñon or juniper tree. Farther out, Cove Mountain stood like a sentinel guarding the valley below. The Western United States had been having a severe drought. With his practiced eye, Reese could tell the region was prime for another wildfire. All this area needed was a single strike of lightning or a careless camper for the place to go up in flames. And that thought terrified Reese. Because he didn’t believe he could ever fight wildfires again. So what would he do to earn a living? He didn’t have a clue. Fighting wildfires was all he knew. The only thing he’d ever been good at.

  Adjusting the weight of his heavy pack, he headed toward the hangar. In an airport this size, there was only one building. Ed Hayden, the caretaker, should be inside. There were no taxis or rental cars in this town, so Reese had called ahead to ask for a lift. Ed had agreed to drive him into town. Otherwise, Reese would just hoof it. As a hotshot, he’d hiked many miles through rugged terrain that would leave most men gasping. He was in prime physical condition and the five-mile walk would be easy. The solitude might do him some good, too.

  Inside the hangar, he passed by a forklift and another prop plane. The heavy smell of fuel made him crinkle his nose.

  “Hello? Is anyone here?” He paused to listen for a moment.

  No one responded. A scuffling noise came from behind him. He turned. A woman stood silhouetted in the doorway leading out to the parking lot. Although her face was in shadow, his guard went up like a kite flying high. The words journalist and media flashed across his brain. He was so weary of being hounded for an interview that he’d become cynical and wary. Surely the reporters were no longer expecting him. Ed had told him that several journalists had been by every day, waiting for him. He’d hoped when he hadn’t shown up that they’d all left town.

  The woman took a step into the sunlight. Dressed in a modest, flowered sundress and strappy sandals that accented her shapely ankles, she seemed vaguely familiar. His gaze shifted to her side. She held the hand of a little girl perhaps six years of age. He thought there was something familiar about the child, too. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

  “Hello,” the woman said, her voice low and strangely soothing.

  “Hi, there,” Reese returned, trying not to sound grouchy. Right now, he didn’t want to talk to anyone but Ed Hayden.

  “You look lost,” she said.

  “Nope. I’m just not sure where I’ll be tomorrow, and that’s not the same thing.”

  “Isn’t it?” She tilted her head to one side. A spray of sunshine gleamed off her long auburn curls. Her lovely mouth curved in a slight smile that didn’t quite reach her gentle brown eyes.

  Yeah, he was sure he knew her, but what was her name? It was on the tip of his tongue, like the sweet taste of his mom’s homemade sugar cookies.

  The woman looked at him with an oddly penetrating gaze. As though she could see deep inside his blackened heart and knew every one of his failings. Every flaw. Every regret.

  “You don’t recognize me, do you?” she asked.

  He took a deep, impatient breath through his nose. “Sure, I do.”

  But no, he didn’t. And a flush of embarrassment heated his face. Right now, he needed to think what to do next. To go to his motel room and be left alone until he could figure out another career for himself. That was all he wanted.

  She took a step closer and held out her hand. “I’m Kathleen Ashmore. You and I graduated from high school together.”

  Ah, yes. It all came flooding back like the rush of adrenaline when he was fighting fires. Katie Ashmore. But, boy! She’d changed. A lot. Gone was the plain, gawky girl with disorderly red hair, freckles, thick glasses and frumpy clothes. The class valedictorian. Her test scores had been off the charts. She’d had a scholarship to at least two Ivy League schools and wanted to be a pediatrician, as he recalled. So what was she doing here?

  Reese blinked, stunned by her transition. Surely this couldn’t be dreary little Katie Ashmore. No sirree. This woman had a gorgeous figure and delicate features any man would notice. She’d become a stunner in the looks department. The drab duckling had become an elegant swan. In fact, with her brains and beauty, he had no doubt she could do anything her heart desired.

  “Of course I remember. You tutored me in math.” He forced himself to relax. He smiled, wondering if she might give him a ride into town. He definitely wasn’t eager to ask. The last thing he wanted was an old classmate hanging around him, asking questions about the wildfire and his crew.

  “And science,” she said.

  “Yeah, right.”

  How could he forget? He’d been an athlete at their high school, with a scholarship to the University of Nevada in Reno. His mom had wanted him to study electrical engineering, but he didn’t want to go to school. Not in those days. He’d longed to get away from his father. He’d always thought that work experience was as good as a formal education. So he’d chosen hotshot wildfire fighting. More action. More fun.

  What a fool he’d been. Too stupid to recognize that hard work and determination would get him further ahead than partying with friends and sliding through life with a minimum of effort. He’d soon discovered that firefighting was intense, difficult work. But he’d come to love it. Until two weeks ago, he’d planned to work his way up and one day be promoted to superintendent. But things were different now. He no longer knew what he wanted.

  The little girl with Katie was looking at him with a critical eye, as though she could see deep inside him. Again, he felt a familiarity with her that he didn’t quite understand.

  “You’re the firefighter I saw on TV. The one that survived,” the child said, her voice soft and matter-of-fact.

  “Yeah,” he said, a hard lump of sandpaper in his throat.

  “I’m sorry you lost your friends,” the kid said.

  Reese couldn’t detect a single ounce of guile in her voice. Her compassion seemed sincere. And coming from an innocent child, her words touched him like nothing else could.

  “Yes, we were both sorry to hear about your hotshot crew. I’m glad you’re okay,” Katie said. Her expressive eyes crinkled at the corners, telling him she was genuinely concerned.

  “Thanks, but I’d rather not talk about it,” he said, trying not to sound too abrasive. After all, it wasn’t their fault.

  “I understand. Are you headed into town?” Katie asked.

  “Yeah,” he said, glancing around. Where was Ed?

  During high school, Katie had tutored him a couple nights each week. He’d been smart enough, but he’d talked her into doing his homework and writing his research papers. She’d stared at him with doe-eyed adoration. He could have talked her into doing anything, and he had. He’d used her, taking her most precious gift. Now he felt guilty and embarrassed by it all. He’d been such an idiot. He never should have taken what belonged to her husband. He should have studied harder. Should have been kinder, more diligent and responsible.

  “You used to wear glasses,” he said.

  She no
dded. “I wear contact lenses now.”

  He paused, liking the change. “Are you home visiting your family?”

  “No, I still live here,” she said. “In fact, I never left town. I...I work for my father at his motel and also write articles for the Minoa Daily News.”

  Reese tensed. Another reporter. Just what he’d come here to avoid. But he couldn’t figure out why she’d stayed in Minoa. Why she’d chosen to be a journalist for a shabby newspaper office when she could have gone to almost any college and studied biology or physics. Her father owned the Cowboy Country Inn, one of the two motels in town. In fact, Reese had made a reservation to stay there while he was visiting. But he couldn’t envision this attractive woman cleaning rooms for a living.

  He brushed past her. “Sorry, but I don’t have a story for you.”

  “That’s not why I’m here,” she called to his retreating back.

  He stopped. Turned. “Then what do you want?”

  She hesitated. “This is Chrissy.”

  Standing behind the little girl, Katie rested her hands on the child’s slender shoulders. Chrissy smiled, showing a tooth missing in front. She lifted a hand to wave, her long reddish-blond ponytail bouncing. Very cute. A smaller version of her mother. With startling green eyes.

  Reese waved back impatiently. “Hi, there, Chrissy. Glad to meet you.”

  And he was. She was a child, after all. Looking at him with an open honesty and casual frankness that told him she didn’t want anything from him. Probably the first person he’d met in the past two weeks that didn’t want a news story, a special feature, or to know the details of what had happened to him. She just wanted to be friends. But the introduction didn’t explain what Katie was doing here. Not that Reese cared. He’d rather not ask. It wasn’t his business, after all.

  “Do you need a ride?” Katie asked.

  Since Ed still hadn’t appeared, Reese released a pent-up breath and resigned himself to accepting her help. “I guess I do. Are you headed into town?”