Safe in His Arms
Widowed and pregnant, Gianna Costanza comes to Kirkwood Lake with her world in pieces. Sheâs determined to put her life back together after her cop husbandâs death, and romance definitely isnât part of the plan. But when she meets her new landlord and neighbor, she knows she doesnât stand a chance. Deputy Sheriff Seth Campbell is strong and kind, and more supportive than she ever imagined a man could be. Soon heâs sweeping Gianna off her feet. But she doesnât know if heâs ready for an instant familyâor if sheâs brave enough to love another lawman.
Oh, that smile.
Her heart melted. Her fingers stuttered and a pin bit the tip of her thumb. She jumped back, not wanting to taint the fabric with blood, and Seth moved to her instantly. âAre you hurt?â
âNo, just silly.â
He examined her hand, seemed to decide sheâd live and dropped it back into her lap. âSorry. You just looked scared there for a minute.â
âOnly because blood wonât wash out of this fabric,â she told him. She pressed a tissue to the tip of her finger.
He smiled again, one that held the warmth of hope. âWell.â He stood and squared his shoulders. âYou sure youâre okay?â
âFine, thanks.â
âThen Iâll get back to work.â
âMe, too.â
As she watched him cross the room, she knew she hadnât spent time with an attractive man in a long while.
That slow, comforting gaze. The big, blue eyes.
He didnât need her to impress him. She liked that. And sheâd enjoy the opportunity to have a new friend, as long as that was all it was.
RUTH LOGAN HERNE
Born into poverty, Ruth puts great stock in one of her favorite Ben Franklinisms: âHaving been poor is no shame. Being ashamed of it is.â With God-given appreciation for the amazing opportunities abounding in our land, Ruth finds simple gifts in the everyday blessings of smudge-faced small children, bright flowers, freshly baked goods, good friends, family, puppies and higher education. She believes a good woman should never fear dirt, snakes or spiders, all of which like to infest her aged farmhouse, necessitating a good pair of tongs for extracting the snakes, a flat-bottomed shoe for the spiders, and for the dirtâ¦
Simply put, sheâs learned that some things arenât worth fretting about! If you laugh in the face of dust and love to talk about God, men, romance, great shoes and wonderful food, feel free to contact Ruth through her website, www.ruthloganherne.com.
Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in oneâs youth.
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full.
âPsalms 127:3â5
Acknowledgments
First to Mandy and Paul, who gave me permission to use their experience to help craft this story. Iâve loved them both for decades, and that their love brought us my precious âMary Ruthâ sweetens my days! To my grandmother Myrtle Amanda Herne, whose love for sewing and gardening skipped a generation and settled in me. To Tina Russo Radcliffe and Michelle Pecoraro, whose tales of growing up Italian make me laugh! Huge thanks to Bethany Jamison, who pre-edits, organizes me, gives me time as needed and makes me coffee. She might not think sheâs great in the kitchen, but that coffee is huge in my book! And to my son Seth, whose sweet personality shines through the fictional Seth in this book. The love for Lego has morphed into a lovely new sales career. How fun is that? And always to Dave for loving me and working so hard for his family. His strength blesses each of us.
This book is dedicated to Amanda Grace,
for going the distance so often. Her strength and persistence brought me a beautiful grandchild, a treasure of my heart, our sweet little Mary Ruth. I love you, âGracie.â
Chapter One
Checking his watch for the tenth time in an hour didnât make the minute hand move any faster. Deputy Sheriff Seth Campbell frowned as he started to relock the door of his Kirkwood, New York, rental property. Boxes surrounded him in the retail area, but the person in charge of those boxesâhis new lesseeâhadnât appeared as scheduled. And that meantâ
âSeth Campbell?â
He turned, surprised, because the back door of the old-world-style building faced the street, which was where heâd been looking. The lakeside door, overlooking the quaint boardwalk lining the sandy north shore of Kirkwood Lake, hadnât entered into his realm of possibilities as an entrance in January. An icy wind accompanied the woman through the door. She shut it quickly and turned.
Huge, dark eyes met his gaze. Waist-length black curls tumbled from beneath a jaunty cap. A muted knit scarf that screamed money was knotted around the neck of her short wool jacket. Blue jeans and leather boots said she knew how to dress for fun, but one look into the depths of those eyes and Seth knew she hadnât had a lot of fun lately.