âYouâre incredible.â
Certain he was teasing, Abby searched Guyâs face for humor but saw only appreciation in his azure eyes.
âAnd I have to agree with what my daddy said. Youâre a very kind man, Guy Hardy.â
âYour daddy actually said that?â Praise from her parents was more precious than diamonds and harder to come by.
âYes.â
âAbout me?â
âYes, about you.â She couldnât help smiling at his disbelief.
âI admit hearing your daddy feels that way means a lot, but I didnât compliment you out of kindness. Abbyââ
Her face warmed with embarrassment. She waved away his words but he caught her hand, determined to finish what heâd started.
âAbby, while thereâs no doubt youâre a beautiful woman, itâs your gift of spirit that makes you so attractive. You may be the most selfless and giving young lady I know.â
grew up in Houston and graduated from the University of Texas with a degree in communications. When she fell for a transplanted Englishman who lived in Atlanta, she hung up her Texas spurs to become a Georgia Southern belle. Mae has been with a major air express company for over 28 years, currently serving as a director of key accounts. When asked how she felt about being part of the Steeple Hill Books family, Mae summed up her response with one word, âYeeeeeha!â
I found the one my heart loves.
âSong of Solomon 3:4
This book is for Ron, my big brother, who chased me through the house, caught me and dragged me into the bathroom, put my foot in the toilet and flushed it. Many times! But he also took me to the drive-in with him and his girlfriends, made six-foot papier-mâché creatures for our homecoming parades, let me use his Corvette my senior year in high school and never ratted me out to our parents, even when he probably should have. I love you, Ron. Will you read my books now?
Mom in the Middle is also for Gail and Pam, my older sisters, who shared a bedroom and all of their dreams with me. For the times I was a brat, I apologize. For the times I wasnât there for you, forgive me. For the times I borrowed your things and brought them back ruined, that was all your fault. You knew better than to loan me anything of value! I love you both more than you can possibly know.
My thanks to Brittany, a stunning Georgia cowgirl who answered all my questions about rodeo and barrel racing.
Let your beautiful light shine, honey!
Thanks also to Patrick, my friend and tour guide who reconnected me with the fabulous city of Austin and with Lake Travis. Hook âem Horns!
Thanks to Kristy, Jennifer, Kristin and Candi, my priceless circle of friends who prayed me through a cloud of confusion and held my hand till I emerged on the other side. You ladies are my gift straight from God.
Thanks to my fabulous critique partner Dianna, who told me what was wrong and how to fix it.
Thanks always to my precious Maegan, who is my constant source of joy, encouragement and motivation.
Most importantly, thank you, Michael, for your boundless love and bottomless forgiveness. Without you to take care of me Iâd never make it through the days. You are my rock, my anchor and you make it all worth while. I adore you.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Letter to Reader
Questions for Discussion
âMama!â Abby Cramer screamed.
Her mother had suddenly collapsed, one leg folded awkwardly beneath her thin body. Abby kept a hand on the shopping cart that held her toddler and dropped to her knees on the concrete floor of the new home-improvement center.
âWhat happened?â The young cashier bolted around her checkout counter and knelt beside Abby.
Her mother clenched her teeth against the obvious pain. âMy foot slipped out from under me.â She twisted at the waist in an effort to get up, then fell back with a gasp. The character lines in her pale face deepened with the grimace.
Abby knew her very private parent would die of pain before sheâd suffer the embarrassment of tears in public.
âDonât worry about your little boy. Iâm right here beside him.â A womanâs voice penetrated Abbyâs concern. She nodded thanks, let go of the cart and turned full attention to her mother, who once again strained to sit up.
âPlease lay still. You might have broken something.â Abby began the assessment sheâd learned during first-aid training. The skills had served her well in her three years as an elementary school-teacher. Her motherâs hands fluttered like the wings of an angry bird, shooing away Abbyâs efforts to feel for injuries.
âOh, Iâve just aggravated my old sciatic back. Iâll be okay in a few minutes.â She held her breath through a determined effort to ease her twisted leg from its abnormal position. Finally giving up, she rested her head on the floor.
The store employee untied her apron, rolled the cloth into a pillow and maneuvered it beneath short-clipped, salt-and-pepper hair.