Tested by Fire
Scarred ex-cop John Gabriel didn't need anyone else's problems, but he couldn't refuse a request from his former chief. Until John learned what the favor to Chief Kelly entailed: keeping an eye on his granddaughter, Fiona, a young police officer facing a dangerous work situation. John quickly saw that Fiona was in trouble - the fiery redhead lacked departmental support as she investigated a serial arsonist. And when the attractive rookie was trapped in a burning building, John was the one who ended up rescuing her.Yet could Fiona's strong faith rub off on the cynic and make John believe in the Lord…and in the love that was miraculously blossoming in the stony soil of his heart?
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John felt like he was in a doll’s house. Or a storybook cottage. Everything around him was bright and feminine. Not frilly. Feminine.
The love seat and chairs in the living room were covered in a white-and-blue floral print and there was a rolltop writing desk stacked with books that took up an entire wall. A candle was burning on a small table by the window.
He walked over to blow out the candle and saw an open Bible next to it. It obviously wasn’t a decoration. Some of the verses had been highlighted with fluorescent pen, and there were bookmarks sticking out everywhere.
Fiona emerged from a room down the hall and caught him studying it.
“Part of the Kelly family legacy? A badge and a Bible?”
“No.” She held his gaze. “But it will be.”
KATHRYN SPRINGER
is a lifelong Wisconsin resident. Growing up in a “newspaper family,” she spent long hours as a child plunking out stories on her mother’s typewriter. She wrote her first “book” at the age of ten (which her mother still has!) and she hasn’t stopped writing since then. Initially, her writing was a well-kept secret that only her family and few close friends knew about. Now, with her first book in print, the secret is out. Kathryn began writing inspirational romance because it allows her to combine her faith in God with her love of a happy ending.
Tested by Fire
Kathryn Springer
Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name; you are mine!
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they will not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire,
You will not be scorched,
Nor will the flame burn you.
—Isaiah 43:1-2
This book is dedicated to:
My parents, for your love, encouragement and support through the years.
Cindy—you were the one who believed in this book, in these characters and in me. Thank you for listening, for asking questions, for allowing me to alternately whine and squeal with joy (depending on what was in the mail) and for all your prayers.
Love you, friend!
Grandpa Goldsmith—thank you for the writing gene!
And especially to Pete, who gave me the freedom and the time to pursue my dreams.
When I was tempted to quit, you said “Don’t.” You are—and will always be—my hero.
Contents
Prologue
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
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Letter to Reader
Prologue
“I think I’ll ride with you a while, John.”
John Gabriel paused and looked at his chief in surprise. The man behind the desk chuckled and eased his bulky frame out of the chair with a fluidity that belied his size. “I’ve got two weeks until retirement…I thought I should say my goodbyes to the neighborhood.”
John didn’t believe him for a second. Seamus Kelly was the neighborhood. His great-grandfather had stepped off the boat with Irish soil still caked under his fingernails and nothing that separated him from the rest of the crowd but a burning desire to make a place for his family in America. He had found his niche working as a bobbie in the slum areas of New York City, and the badge became a legacy that was passed down through the generations. Everyone who worked at the department knew the story. The Kelly family was a legend in law enforcement. There was a cop sitting on every branch of the family tree.
“Do you want to drive?” John asked, dangling the squad car keys from one finger.
“Get away with you,” Seamus said irritably, but the gleam in his eyes told John he was pleased with the question.
As they walked in companionable silence to the car, John realized he wasn’t nervous around the man anymore. When he had been hired nine months earlier, he had secretly mocked the way the other officers revered their chief. After all, he was just a man. A man whose hair was thinning, whose middle was beginning to thicken and who sometimes forgot to schedule a night car on the weekend. In John’s mind, a man who should pack the old thermos into the old lunch box and make a spot in the department for someone younger.
Yet for the amount of awe and respect Seamus Kelly commanded, his temper was also widely recognized. It erupted like a volcano with old Gaelic spewing forth like lava. John had seen it—and felt it—about a month after he was hired.
His training officer, Dennis Meyer, was unimaginative and rather lazy. John was hungry to learn everything about being a cop. He pumped Meyer for information, badgered him about the need for a progressive department and generally made a nuisance of himself, until the man snapped one day and went to Seamus. The next thing John knew, he was standing in front of the legendary Irishman himself.
“So,” Seamus growled, his eyebrows almost meeting over his nose. “You and Meyer have a problem, eh? None of my men ever have a problem with Meyer, so that means you must be the problem.”
“Officer Meyer is slow—he’s getting old.”
