The children cried out for a mother. He wanted a wifeâ¦
The more Kelsey tried to shake the idea of asking Meg to marry him, to come and make harmony of his chaotic days, to share with him the raising of his children, the more the idea grew.
Meg. Pretty and sweet tempered in a way that was seldom seen in this day and age. Yet a nineties woman for all that, smartly intelligent, efficient and seemingly tireless.
How impossible was it? His kids needed a mother, all right, all five of them. Who better than Meg? Whom he knew and likedâeven lovedâas a friend?
And what would she get out of it? His affection? He wasnât sure if he had any love left to offer a woman.
But Meg will know all that without any explanation, his heart murmured. Asking Meg to marry him would be like asking a part of himself to come home.
became serious about writing after sheâd raised her children. Until then sheâd concentrated her life on being a June Cleaver-type wife and mother, spent years as a Bible student and teacher for teens and young adults, and led a weekly womenâs prayer group. When sheâd made a final wedding dress and her last child had left the nest, she declared to one and all that it was her turn to activate a dream. Thankfully, her husband applauded her decision.
Ruth began school in an old-fashioned rural two-room schoolhouse and grew up in the days before television, giving substance to her notion that she still has one foot in the last century. However, active involvement with six rambunctious grandchildren has her eagerly looking forward to the next millennium. After living on the East Coast for years, Ruth and her husband now live in Missouri.
Meg Lawrence almost tripped down the step when she glanced up and saw Kelsey Jamison pull his nine-year-old road-dirt blue car into the far side of the church parking lot. He shut off the motor and remained where he was, eyes to the front, obviously waiting for his children to emerge from the crowded church.
She stood for an instant, letting people stream around her, and ordered her heart to right itself. His profile showed her a familiar straight nose, both sunburned and tanned, and the edge of his mouthâa mouth she most often remembered in laughterâbefore he dipped his head and his straw cowboy hat hid her view.
Did his green eyes still dance with teasing humor when he told a funny story? Did he, she wondered, still have the knack of turning around an innocent comment someone offered to suit himself, and then laugh gently as if they shared an inside joke?
Those mossy colored eyes had made her feel those moments were ones of personal sharing when she was young; memories sheâd held close.
Kelsey hadnât seen her, and Meg perversely turned on her heel and reentered the church building. It wasnât that she hadnât expected to see him sometime or other. After all, their small town and surrounding countryside community left little room for anonymity, and really, sheâd counted on seeing him and his children. But sheâd plannedâsheâd hopedâit would be on her own terms, not in the middle of the church parking lot, with scores of onlookers. Five years was a long time not to have seen the man whoâd owned her heart since she was fifteen.
And still did seventeen years later.
Meg drew a deep breath and let it go. The last five years had covered so much of lifeâs rocky bumps, his and her own. The main one being the death of her cousin Dee Deeâ¦his wife.
âMeg Lawrence, you sure are a welcome sight.â Sandy Yoder, one of her motherâs buddies greeted her in the middle of the crowded church hall. âWhen did you get in? Yesterday, I suppose. I just know your mama was happierân a June bug to see you. Is she any better?â
Meg hated to be rude, but she heartily wished she had entered the building from the opposite door. Sheâd already said hello and exchanged news with most of the three hundred or so of the church membership this morning, and Sandy would keep her talking about nothing and everything, making her late home.
âHi, Sandy. Yes, Motherâs very glad Iâm home. Excuse me, but I just want to, um, ask for this morningâs sermon on tape for her.â She moved to edge past her, but a bump from behind shoved her into two teenage girls trying to get through the crush going the opposite way.