A Texas Ranger's Family. Mae Nunn
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Confusion was not a familiar state for Daniel. Until now.
This situation with Erin was a no-win wrapped up in a heartache. There was so much on the line. But his daughter was bursting with the pride of finally meeting her mama, and discovering Erin’s accomplishments.
At only thirty-four, Erin was a gifted photographer who had been awarded some of the world’s highest honors for her work. Daniel was not immune to the impressive allure of Erin Gray and her talent.
True, this Erin might be different from the young woman who’d stood before the justice of the peace with him over sixteen years ago, but when Daniel looked into her eyes, a glimmer of that skittish girl still existed.
He knew her fears, knew her past and knew she would run away to catch up with her future as soon as she got well again.
And that was exactly what he wanted. Or was it?
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MAE NUNN
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 recently retired after thirty years of corporate life. When asked how she felt about being a full-time writer, Mae summed her response up with one word, “Yeeeeeha!”
A Texas Ranger’s Family
Mae Nunn
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
—Ecclesiastes 4:12
A Texas Ranger’s Family is for my darlin’ Michael. Thank you for taking care of me, putting up with me and loving me completely as only you can do. Our twenty-year marriage is proof that happily-ever-after endings occur outside of fairy tales and romance novels. Psalms 37:4 tells us to “Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.” Honey, with God as the third strand of our braided cord, I have more than I ever dreamed of. You make it all worthwhile. I adore you.
Contents
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
Epilogue
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
“Erin, are you awake?”
It was only four words, yet the man’s accent was vaguely familiar.
“Yes, I am.” Erin Gray’s heart lurched at the first recognizable voice she’d heard since regaining consciousness in the ICU of Walter Reed hospital.
The thud of footsteps brought him closer.
“I can’t open my eyes!” Her cry was not much more than a raspy whisper, excruciating at that.
“It hurts to move, to talk, to breathe. Hurts everywhere!” She’d give in to the panic rising from her gut but even a single wrench would be too painful.
Tight strips of gauze covered her eyes blocking out all light. Her head and shoulders thumped like the blades of a Blackhawk. Bandages weighed her torso down like a lead blanket. She licked sore lips with a dry tongue. Her mouth was desperate for moisture. Her throat raw.
Respirator.
That’s right, a nurse had explained something about being on a respirator for almost three weeks.
Three weeks in a medically induced coma!
Accustomed as Erin was to a military cot, the soft contours of a hospital mattress had produced a throbbing low in her back. She was desperate to sit up or roll to one side. But even the smallest voluntary muscle twitch took her breath away, and if she hadn’t been told otherwise, Erin would swear she was in a straightjacket.
“Try to take it easy.” The kind man gave a gentle pat to her left hand, the only area of her upper body that seemed free of restraints. “It’s not as bad as it seems right now and nowhere near as bad as it coulda been. The heat from the truck bomb that hit your convoy in Kirkuk should have blinded you, but you’re only dealin’ with scorched corneas. The best ophthalmologist in this place says your healin’ is right on schedule.” His words were reassuring.
“Thank you, Lord,” she mouthed. Her one and only talent was photography. Without work behind the camera lens, she’d have no work at all. God was good, her life and vision had been spared.
“What about my arm?” She needed the truth. “I can’t move my arm.” A disability would end her imbedded service in Iraq, her limb just one more casualty of a foreign war. “Will I—” she couldn’t get the words out the first time “—lose it?”
“God was watchin’ over you. Any muscle-bound marine would have bled out from that kind of tissue damage, but I hear your commanding officer got you to the medics in time. You’re not out of the woods yet, but all signs are positive.”
It was critical, but nothing she couldn’t overcome.
A plastic straw pressed to her lips and she sipped carefully, then breathed her first sigh of relief since awakening a few hours earlier.
“Thank you…” She waited for him to say a name she felt she would recognize.
“Daniel.”
The surprise caught in her ragged airway.
“Yeah, it’s me, Erin. Your bureau chief notified us you’d been critically wounded.”
Daniel Stabler was the emergency contact she’d listed on the application when she’d first gone to work for World View News. She would have left the form incomplete but the human resources police had insisted. So her ex-husband’s name was the one she’d used to fill in the blank.
“I’m so sorry J.D. troubled you, Daniel,” she rasped, thinking she’d give her boss a piece of her mind once she was able to yell again. “He should have known you were only to be contacted in case of a life or death situation.”
“Erin, it was life or death. Nobody expected you to make it.” He delivered the