Baby in His Arms. Linda Goodnight
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A Newborn Surprise
Helicopter pilot Creed Carter can’t believe his eyes—someone’s left a baby on the church altar. When this perfect little girl is temporarily turned over to Haley Blanchard, Creed is skeptical. The auburn-haired foster mother in flowing skirts is pretty, yet definitely not his type. But the more time Creed spends with Haley, the more he appreciates her style and her fierce commitment to her foster kids. To his surprise, he’s falling for her—and for baby Rose. But when a crisis strikes, can Creed convince Haley to face her worst fear and trust what’s in her heart?
“Want me to hold her while you do that?”
He’d never been a guy who went around holding babies, but Rose Petal was different. She’d stolen a corner of his heart yesterday morning and he hadn’t gotten it back yet. That a tiny infant wielded such power felt nothing short of weird.
He reached for Rose. His fingers collided with Haley’s soft, smooth skin. His pulse jumped. He took Rose and stepped back, bothered.
He wasn’t attracted to this earth mother. He couldn’t be.
Getting that itchy feeling again, Creed turned his attention to the soft bundle in his arms.
“Hey, little girl. Remember me?” Creed stroked one tiny fist and was gratified when the infant clutched his finger. The action was an innate reflex, but his insides warmed anyway. “Why do you think her mother left her?”
“I don’t know. I try not to think about it.”
He couldn’t think of anything else. The fact that Haley didn’t only proved how different they were.
He definitely wasn’t attracted to her. Not one bit….
LINDA GOODNIGHT
Winner of a RITA® Award for excellence in inspirational fiction, Linda Goodnight has also won a Booksellers’ Best Award, an ACFW Book of the Year award and a Reviewers’ Choice Award from RT Book Reviews. Linda has appeared on the Christian bestseller list and her romance novels have been translated into more than a dozen languages. Active in orphan ministry, this former nurse and teacher enjoys writing fiction that carries a message of hope and light in a sometimes dark world. She and her husband live in Oklahoma. Visit her website at www.lindagoodnight.com. To browse a current listing of Linda Goodnight’s titles, please visit www.Harlequin.com.
Baby in His Arms
Linda Goodnight
Whoever is a believer in Christ is a new creation. The old way of living has disappeared.
A new way of living has come into existence.
—2 Corinthians 5:17
This book and the entire Whisper Falls series
are dedicated in loving memory of
my brother, Stan Case.
People say that if a prayer is whispered beneath Whisper Falls, God will hear and answer. Some folks think the tale is superstitious nonsense. Some think it’s a clever ploy to attract tourists. But others believe that God does work in mysterious ways. And prayers, no matter where whispered, are always heard.
Contents
Prologue
Desperation drove her to it.
Even though the rocks behind the falls were slippery and wet, even though she shivered in her sweater and pulled the well-wrapped baby closer to her aching chest, she struggled along the ledge, clinging to the gleaming black rocks with one hand and to the baby with the other.
The crash and roar of river water filled the air, filled her head, filled her completely and terrifyingly. She must do this. She must. Whisper Falls was her last and only hope.
With water spraying relentlessly against her face and hair, she edged along the rock face. Thank God for the rock cleaves and ledges made by nature and humans, many perhaps as desperate as herself. People who’d climbed down the rocks to the ledge below and clung to the rock face like snails to somehow manage the difficult journey to that sacred spot behind the waterfall.
The roar grew louder. Tons of water cascaded in front of her, a white spray of fierce beauty. Her body trembled violently from cold and wet, fear and exhaustion as well as from the lonely, terrible suffering of solitary childbirth hours before.
“Please, God,” she whispered, “help me do this for my baby.”
She’d heard the tales of Whisper Falls. Tales of whispered prayers answered if the one in need had the courage to climb behind the falls and send a prayer on angel wings to God.
One more step and she’d be there. One step. Barely able to hold on because of the violent weakness in her knees, she slipped successfully behind the falls. Just that quick, she stepped into a place of tranquility and quiet as though the curtain of white water blocked the painful, bewildering world she’d fled.
She let out a long sigh of relief, eyes closed, resting the back of her head against the hard, cold rock for a moment. Mist drenched her face and clothes, but the baby rested warm and dry, protected by a vinyl tablecloth.
“Dear God,” she whispered.
She wasn’t sure how prayer worked or if there were rules. But she knew God was big