Brought together by courage...
When Hurricane Naomi tears through a small Mississippi town, a daring rescue unites two heroes. Nurse Kathleen Hart is a single mom racked with guilt over her husbandâs death. Firefighter Gideon OâBrienâorphaned as a young boyâhas lost too many people he cared for.
To rise above the stormâs devastation, Gideon helps Kathleen and her sons rebuild their home. As Christmas approaches, they discover that even the strongest of storms canât destroy a romance built on the foundation of faith.
When the hairs on his nape stood up, he knew that Kathleen had come into the kitchen.
Gideon felt her gaze and straightened his shoulders, resisting the urge to peer back at her. He dated women all the time, but none of them had caught his attention the way she had.
Deep down he sensed a connection, as if she knew what it was to be hurt deeply and had held herself back from others because of that. Like him. Was that why he got the bright idea to bring dinner to her tonight?
No, it was her sons. They reminded Gideon of himself and his younger brother growing up.
He pivoted toward her, transfixed by the soft blue of her eyes. Run. The word set off an alarm bell in his mind. His chest constricted.
In the distance he heard her son Kip speaking to him, but Gideon couldnât tear his eyes from Kathleen, her delicate features forming a beautiful picture that could haunt him if he allowed her to get too close. But he wouldnât do that.
MARGARET DALEY
feels she has been blessed. She has been married more than thirty years to her husband, Mike, whom she met in college. He is a terrific support and her best friend. They have one son, Shaun. Margaret has been writing for many years and loves to tell a story. When she was a little girl, she would play with her dolls and make up stories about their lives. Now she writes these stories down. She especially enjoys weaving stories about families and how faith in God can sustain a person when things get tough. When she isnât writing, she is fortunate to be a teacher for students with special needs. Margaret has taught for more than twenty years and loves working with her students. She has also been a Special Olympics coach and has participated in many sports with her students.
Chapter One
Gideon OâBrien hopped down from Engine Two and assessed the chaos in front of him. Strapping on his air pack, he started toward his captain. A hand gripped his arm and stopped his forward progress. He turned toward the blonde woman who held him, her large blue eyes glistening with tears. She looked familiar, but he couldnât place where he knew her from. His neighborâs daughter, perhaps?
âMy two sons and my cousinâtheir babysitterâmust still be inside. I donât see them outside with the other tenants.â Her voice quivered. She tightened her hand on his arm and scanned the crowd. âIâm Kathleen Hart. My sons are Jared and Kip. I tried Sallyâs cell but she didnât answer. Please get them out.â A tear slipped down her cheek.
âWhere are they?â Gideon moved toward his captain, his palm at the small of her back, guiding her in the direction he wanted her to go. Yes, he realized, she was his neighbor Ruth Colemanâs daughter.
âSallyâs second-floor apartment is on the east side, the fourth one down on your right. Number 212. Hurry.â Her round eyes fastened on the fire consuming the three-story apartment building on Magnolia Street.
Gideon paused in front of Captain Fox. âMrs. Hart says her sons and babysitter are still inside. Pete and I can go in and get them.â He looked toward the west end of the large structure where the men of Engine One were fighting the flames eating their way through the top level. âThereâs still time.â
âOkay.â His captain surveyed the east end. âBut hurry. It wonât be long before this whole building goes up.â
The scent of smoke hung heavy in the air. The hissing sound of water hitting Magnolia Street Apartments vied with the roar of the blaze. Gideon turned toward the mother of the two boys. âWeâll find them.â He gave her a smile then searched the firefighters for Pete.
When Gideon found him a few feet away, he covered the distance quickly. âLetâs go. There are three people trapped on the second floor. East end.â
At the main entrance into the building Gideon fixed his mask in place, glancing back at the blonde woman standing near his captain. He had seen that same look of fear and worry many times over his career as a firefighter. He wouldnât let anything happen to her sons and Sally.
Gideon switched on his voice amplifier and headed into the furnace with Pete following close behind him. Through the thick cloud suspended from the ceiling in the foyer, the stairs to the second floor loomed. Crouching, he scrambled up the steps. The higher he went, the hotter it became.