Chance Reunion?
Bumping into her ex-fiancé shatters Millie Wilson all over again. Now that sheâs back in Montana to care for her dying father, her real burden is the secret sheâs never divulged to Hunter McKaslin. Millie canât blame Hunter for his anger upon learning heâs a father. Heâs never gotten over opening his heart, only to have it broken. Yet Millie senses a new goodness in Hunter. Finding their lost dreams now seems possibleâif forgiveness and trust can find a place in this fresh start.
Enjoy a special 15th anniversary bonus story from Love Inspired Suspense, Key Witness by Terri Reed
Panic licked through Millie. He was coming this way. A cart wheel squeaked as Hunterâs shopping cart pulled in behind her.
She nearly dropped her coupon envelope. He still smelled the sameâlike pine, hay and summer sun. His black T-shirt hugged a powerful physique that had matured impressively.
She felt his gaze rake over her again like a cold hard punch. He froze, finally really looking at her. Recognition snapped through him. His entire body went rigid. His jaw dropped and he fell silent, leaving the rest of his thoughts unspoken.
She didnât glance at Hunter as she took her receipt, turned her back and grabbed her single bag of groceries from the end of the check stand.
Donât look back, she told herself. She didnât need one last look at the man. Sheâd learned all she needed to in his shocked and silent stare. Not that sheâd held even the faintest hope of a friendly reunion. No, not after the way theyâd left things. But she hadnât expected him to look at her with horror, either....
She could still feel Hunterâs gaze as she crossed the lotâa cold gaze, when it had once been so loving. Why did that hurt so much?
JILLIAN HART
grew up on her familyâs homestead, where she helped raise cattle, rode horses and scribbled stories in her spare time. After earning her English degree from Whitman College, she worked in travel and advertising before selling her first novel. When Jillian isnât working on her next story, she can be found puttering in her rose garden, curled up with a good book or spending quiet evenings at home with her family.
Montana Dreams
Jillian Hart
Dear Reader,
Welcome to Love Inspired! Weâre celebrating our 15th anniversary this month, and youâre invited to the party!
Love Inspired Books began in September 1997, offering readers inspirational contemporary romances. Fifteen years later, Love Inspired has never wavered from our promise to our readers; we are proud to publish short contemporary romances that feature Christian men and women facing the challenges of life and love in todayâs world.
In honor of our anniversary, we are showcasing some of our top authors in September. Irene Hannon, Arlene James and Lois Richer were part of the original lineup in 1997, and weâre supremely blessed that they are still writing for us in 2012. Jillian Hart and Margaret Daley have been part of the Love Inspired family since the early 2000s. And newcomer Mia Ross rounds out the month. We hope you enjoy these sweet stories full of home, family and love.
As a special thank-you to our readers, each book this month contains a bonus story. Give them a try, and we know youâll find our authors the very best in Christian romance!
Thank you for reading Love Inspired.
Blessings,
Melissa Endlich
Senior Editor
I will love you, O Lord, my strength.
âPsalms 18:1
Chapter One
âYou always were good for nothing, girl.â Her fatherâs bitter voice grumbled through the small, unkempt house. âGet the lead out of your lazy butt and fetch me something to eat. Iâm gettinâ hungry.â
Millie Wilson straightened up, mop handle clutched in one hand, closed her eyes and prayed for strength. The Lord had to help her because she wasnât sure she could do this without Him. The call in the middle of the night, a doctorâs voice on the other end of the line, her fatherâs collapse and terminal prognosis. If only there had been anyoneâanyone at allâto take over his care. âI have to go to the market, Dad.â
âYou should have thought of that earlier,â he barked from the other room.
And I came back, why? She swished the mop into the sudsy bucket, wrung it out and scoured the last patch of kitchen floor. Marginally better, but it was going to take more than one pass over. She didnât want to think how long it had been since the floor had a proper cleaningâit would take a scrub brush and a lot of elbow grease to get out the dirt ground into the texture of the linoleumâa job for another time. Her back ached just thinking of it.
âMillie?â A knock echoed above the hum of the air conditioner. A familiar face smiled in at her, visible through the pane of glass in the door. The foreman tipped his Stetson and rolled the tobacco around to his other cheek while he waited for her to open the door.