Second Time Around. Carol Steward
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Dr. Emily Berthoff was as gorgeous as ever.
Emily raised her eyes and met Kevin’s. Her demure smile seemed to hold a touch of sadness and the air whooshed from his lungs, leaving him with a burning need for oxygen.
He studied her intently, remembering…. Suddenly her hunter-green dress faded to white, a veil covered her face and her smile was full of love…. Kevin furiously blinked the dream away.
“Why didn’t you tell me Emily was coming?” Kevin asked.
His best friend, Bryan, looked unconvincingly baffled. “Did I forget to mention that?”
“Yeah, I’d say you forgot to mention that!” Kevin mocked.
“A lot has changed in seven years.”
Kevin scowled at his friend. “Eight. And yeah, a lot has changed. I’ve just made a bid that will put my entire business at stake, and I don’t need some woman turning my life around to fit her agenda.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call your ex-fiancée some woman.”
CAROL STEWARD
lives with her hero/husband of twenty years and three teenage children in Greeley, Colorado. When she isn’t busy caring for preschoolers in her home, she keeps busy with the activities of her daughter and two sons, and with volunteer work for various organizations. A retired cake decorator, Carol enjoys camping, restoring antiques, tole-painting, needlework, gardening, traveling, sewing and collecting Noah’s Ark items.
She loves to hear from readers. You may write to her at Carol Steward P.O. Box 5021 Greeley, CO 80631-0021.
Second Time Around
Carol Steward
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Two are better than one, because they have a good
reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up
his fellow; but woe to him who is alone when he
falls and has not another to lift him up….
A threefold cord is not quickly broken.
—Ecclesiastes 4:9-10, 12
For my mother, Phillis Bohannan, for teaching me
never to give up. Thanks, Mom.
Acknowledgments:
To Robin and Michelle for your inspiration even
before God introduced us.
Many thanks to Marty, Deb and Bette for your
expertise and continued support.
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
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Letter to Reader
Chapter One
From the parlor, building contractor Kevin MacIntyre heard the church bells outside announcing the celebration. He ran a finger inside his shirt collar, suddenly feeling as stuffed as insulation between two-by-four studs. Why the suit bothered him today, he hadn’t a clue. He wasn’t the type to shy away from formal occasions. In fact, he typically enjoyed them. He guessed it was because his best friend was making the long-awaited trip to the altar, and Kevin had yet to find Miss Perfect. With all the hours I’m putting in at work, I don’t have time for anyone else, anyway. What do I care?
Kevin picked up a miniature plastic football and tossed it to the groom. The music began softly, then grew louder and faster. Kevin opened the door to the chapel and peeked out to see if it was time for them to take their places. The usher escorted the beautiful guest down the aisle on his arm. Dr. Emily Berthoff was as gorgeous as ever.
Emily raised her eyes and met Kevin’s. Her demure smile seemed to hold a touch of sadness, and the air whooshed from his lungs, leaving him with a burning need for oxygen.
He studied her intently, remembering… Suddenly, her hunter-green dress faded to white, a veil covered her face, and her smile was full of love…. Kevin furiously blinked the dream away. No longer concerned with starting any wedding, he pushed the door closed. “Why didn’t you tell me Emily was coming?”
The groom looked unconvincingly baffled. “Did I forget to mention that?” Bryan threw the football back across the room, the ball hitting Kevin in the stomach before dropping to the floor.
“Yeah, I’d say you forgot to mention that!” Kevin mocked.
Bryan followed his chortling toddler across the room to get the toy, and the two embraced in a growling hug. “Just be glad Barb is feeling better. Laura was going to ask Emily to stand in as the maid of honor.”
Kevin straightened his suit, then combed the unruly waves of hair back into place with his fingers. “Laura’s trying to get even with me, isn’t she? Your future wife has a warped sense of humor.”
Bryan chuckled.
Jacob handed Kevin the football. He picked the toddler up and tossed Bryan the ball. “Go tackle your dad,” Kevin whispered into Jacob’s ear as he set the boy down. Then Kevin watched with envy as his best friend and son played together, casually waiting for Pastor Mike to come for them. I’m going to miss having Jacob around.
“She’s a romantic. Thinks you and Emily should give it another try.” Bryan checked his watch, stuffed the toys into a baby-size backpack, then pulled his suit jacket on. “You’ve got to admit, Emily is still available—not to mention as beautiful as always.”
“Even if I did admit it, it doesn’t mean anything.” Kevin had chased away memories of Emily Berthoff long ago. Moved on with his life. Pursued his dreams and was on the verge of making them come true. And she was no longer a part of the plan.
“Maybe Laura’s right, Kevin. A lot has changed in seven years.”