by Jayna Morrow
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
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2
3
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EPILOGUE
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A Devotional Moment
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Gabriel’s Grace
Sweet Home Texas Series #2
Jayna Morrow
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Gabriel’s Grace
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Dedication
In memory of my Yorkie Poo, Corbin Bleu
(2007-2014)
Acknowledgments
Special thanks to Jennifer Osufsen, former Marine and mother of five, for helping me out with some military research. She is also a great example of a strong, Christian parent. Blessings, my friend!
1
“Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.”
Proverbs 22:6
Gabriel rubbed his burning eyes, blinked, and looked at the woman who’d left him at the altar. They stood on the circular driveway, close to the front entrance of her mother’s house. His hunch that he’d find her here had proven correct. “We need to talk, Lyra.”
She glanced back at the home’s front window.
His gaze followed hers. The curtains swayed a bit before settling into place. Someone had been watching.
“I don’t want my mother eavesdropping. Let’s walk over to your truck.” She strode past him and stood at the tailgate.
He followed her. “What’s going on?” His voice shook.
She handed him the engagement ring he’d given her a few months ago and then jutted out her chin and straightened so that she met him eye to eye. He recognized the gesture as one she made when she wasn’t sure of herself but was determined nevertheless. “I’m returning the ring you gave me. I can’t marry you, Gabe.”
An obvious statement, since she’d left him standing at the altar alone. He turned the ring over. He’d searched the world looking for just the right one. Ordinary wouldn’t do. Lyra loved vintage. An Internet search had led him to a set of antique rings, white gold with a pearl surrounded by diamonds. Completely nontraditional, but perfect for Lyra. She’d loved it and called him the most thoughtful man on earth.
“This is about your mother, isn’t it?”
Her mother had never approved of him. While he had enough money for her only daughter, he didn’t have the right social status. He also lacked refinement, and Charlene McFadden just knew her daughter could never be happy in a country setting like Sweet Home.
“Mother is...Mother. She talks a lot, but she doesn’t run my life. I do. This is about you and me, not her.” Blonde hair swished with her words.
“You can make all the excuses you want for that woman. I’ve seen the influence she has over you. You’ve known all along who I am, and you never said anything before...” His voice trailed off as he gathered his thoughts. “Let’s hang on to the wedding stuff and get married another day. Maybe this is all happening too soon.” He leaned back against the tailgate.
Tall trees and manicured gardens covered the property. Lyra’s family estate was one of the most beautiful in Bishop County. A formal English garden, a wildflower garden, and a Japanese garden surrounded the Tudor-style mansion. They were rather sparse in this wintry weather, but still lovely.
He’d toured them all with the family and learned a lot, even though he hadn’t been the slightest bit interested in such things. He’d thought some beautiful landscaping would make Lyra feel more at home when she visited him in Sweet Home, perhaps even convince her to stay. That’s why he’d hired Micara Lee to install all the plants and flowers he’d ordered from her plant farm. He’d wanted to make some changes around his own home. For Lyra.
Lyra shook her head, gazing down as if something on the ground was more important than their conversation.
He knew this look, too. It meant she had something unpleasant to say.
“I don’t want to get married another day either. It’s true, our relationship moved too fast, and the pressure finally got to me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m about to open another real estate office in Sweet Home.”
Gabriel raised his eyebrows. This was news.
“With all the new construction, business couldn’t be better. I have a lot of agents to manage, and I work long hours. When I get a chance to break away, I want to travel and see the world.”
He decided not to question her about business in Sweet Home. Now was not the time. “I understand you’ve got a lot on your plate. I’ll always support you in whatever you want to do.”
“You’ll travel the world with me? Really?” She shook her head but didn’t give him a chance to respond. “It doesn’t matter anyway. Having your support isn’t the issue.”
“I still don’t understand why we can’t get married. Just because you’ve opened a new business in Sweet Home?” He hunched his shoulders. His tough exterior didn’t have a chance with his heart working overtime.
“You’re looking at things entirely wrong.”
“Where are you going with this, then?”
“Going is the problem. You’re not going anywhere. You’ll always be tied down to Sweet Home.”
Gabriel looked at the black boots he’d chosen to wear with his tux. “There’s more to it t
han that. We’ve talked about training someone to run the dairy so I can travel with you. I wish you’d spit out the real reason and quit trying to justify your actions.”
Lyra fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but...”
“Just tell me. Please.” He put his hands on her shoulders, urging her to focus on him.
“I’m trying.” She sucked in a deep breath and dropped her gaze.
“Lyra, there’s really nothing that we can’t work through. We’ve got a baby on the way, so we need to figure out something better than just giving up.”
She snapped her gaze to his. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I lost the baby.” She let out a long breath and slumped forward.
Gabe let his cold hands drop from her shoulders. He couldn’t feel relief at a time like this.
“The baby was the reason we were getting married.” Lyra sounded so cool. So remote.
He shook his head. “It wasn’t my reason for the marriage. We hurried things along because of the baby, but I thought our relationship was already strong. Please don’t do this.” His eyes burned, but he refused to let tears fall. He had to be rational. “Hormones.”
“Huh?” Lyra’s brow wrinkled.
“It’s hormones from the pregnancy. They must be out of whack. You need to give your body time to rest and think about us more. Plus, I know your mother had something to do with it. She took advantage of your emotional state.”
Lyra made a low, clearly frustrated sound…almost a growl.
Gabriel had never heard such unrefined communication from her.
“My mother never knew about the baby. Why do you think I don’t want her to overhear our conversation? You’re wrong about her. You and I are just not right for each other. I’m a city girl. You’re a country boy. I love to travel the world. You rarely leave the Sweet Home city limits. I’m heels, and you’re cowboy boots. We go together about as well as my BMW and your old work truck.” She pointed a finger at him for emphasis. “And don’t try to guilt me about the baby. We both knew why we were getting married.”
He’d pushed her too far, and now she was angry. He gave the ring one last glance and slipped it into his pocket before crossing his arms over his chest.
“Just think about how hard things would be since my mother hates you so much.” Lyra’s voice softened. “She’s always talking down to you and belittling you.”
“I know she has a lot of issues with me, but I really think she’d grow to like me.” Wishful thinking. Deep down, he knew that Lyra was right about her mother.
She huffed out a breath. “Gabe, you can reason all you want, but I’m telling you this is the end.”
“I thought you loved me.”
“I do love you, but it’s more of a friendship kind of love. Honestly, I don’t know how we’ve made it this far except that we’re both so stubborn. I think each of us was sitting in our respective corners, acting supportive, but hoping the other would change sides. Neither of us had any plan to be the one doing any changing.”
His stomach twisted in knots. “You’re amazing, Lyra. You’re smart, you love to experience new things, you’re a leader, and a savvy businesswoman. You lead a fast-paced life. You take control of every situation and make good decisions. You’re so levelheaded.”
“And these are qualities you admire in a woman?”
“Absolutely. You’re like a female version of me. We’re so much alike. Can’t you see?” He grasped her hand.
She stepped in closer, and for a moment, he thought that was a good thing.
“I see a man who is white-picket-fence-country wonderful, but it’s the wrong kind of wonderful for me. You say we’re so much alike. We’re not, Gabe. We’re opposites. I do love to experience new things, but you don’t. You’re content in your routine. And you couldn’t keep up with my fast-paced lifestyle if you wanted to. We’re both leaders with heads for business, but I don’t believe that’s a good thing. We butt our level heads constantly. It all adds up to disaster. Look where we are now.”
“You are so far off base. You’re just trying to justify things again. If you’re gonna walk out on our relationship after everything we’ve been through and experienced together, then own up to it.”
“You’re making things a lot harder than they need to be.” Her voice softened. “Let’s not cause a scene.”
Blood rushed to his face. A warm, tingling sensation consumed him, and he fought back his emotion. Releasing her hand, he made a fist and pounded his chest over his heart and held it there for emphasis. “Just tell me you don’t love me, that you never loved me, and that our whole relationship was a lie. That’s what this really boils down to anyway.”
“Everything I said before was true.” She gave a slight smile. “I’m just not willing to be tied down to a small town. Life with you would require me to give up too much.”
He let out a burst of air. “You never brought up these issues before. You seemed to like visiting me in the country.”
“I did, but it was only temporary entertainment. Nothing I could build a life on and live day in and day out. I can’t continue on with this, Gabe. I need to focus on growing my business and going wherever life takes me.” She reached up and stroked his cheek gently. “In time, you’ll come to see that we were never right for each other.”
Gabriel jerked away. “Don’t tell me what to think and feel.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. Had he been transported to an alternate universe? This couldn’t be happening. But when he opened his eyes, he was still standing in front of her.
Wind chimes tinkled on the porch, and bare tree branches creaked with the wind. A slight chill swept over him. The look Lyra gave him was colder than the winter air as she stood her ground. Her actions hurt him to the core. She’d humiliated him in front of a good portion of the town. He couldn’t believe this was happening again. First his son’s mother, and now Lyra. He couldn’t give up.
“Lyra...your strength helps me cope with everything at home. Whenever I feel out of control, I know you’ll be there at the end of the day to get me back on track. You’ve been my rock in difficult times and my escape when I need to get away. Those things, more than any, made our relationship work. I was just a lonely, workaholic cowboy until you came along and polished me up. I shine when I’m with you. I’m different. I’m—”
“Not yourself.” She shook her head. “I can dress you up and take you out on the town, but there’s no way I’ll ever be able to change you. Let’s face it. You would have to change just about everything.”
“And I told you I would change anything you wanted.”
“Why should you have to change anything? You’re perfect, just the way you are.” She shrugged. “It would only be a temporary fix anyway. You can’t change for someone else, only for yourself.”
“Then why did you start making wedding plans when we found out about the baby?”
She sliced the air with her hand. “Enough. There is no baby, and I’m not talking about this anymore.”
Just like that, the argument ended. It was the first real quarrel they’d ever had, mainly because he’d always surrendered to make her happy. He’d stood firm on certain things—like living in Sweet Home. Now those things were the cause of their breakup.
“If you really love me, if you ever loved me, you’ll give our relationship another chance. We can start over.” He straightened.
She held his gaze for a long time, her brown eyes looking almost forlorn. “Then I guess I never really loved you.”
Gabriel couldn’t find his breath. For a moment, he contemplated dropping to his knees and begging. He’d failed to back her into a corner. Why was she doing this to him?
“But then again, you never loved me either.” The edge was back in Lyra’s voice.
“How could you even say that? It’s not true. You know I love you.”
“Do I? You never told me. You never told me anything. I had to do everything in this r
elationship.”
“I thought you knew what I felt for you. I tried to show you in little ways every day. Actions speak louder than words.”
She tucked some hair behind her ear. “What woman doesn’t want to hear the words I love you?”
“If it means so much to you, I’ll say it. Then we can rush back to the church and explain everything later.”
She shook her head. “It’s too late, Gabriel.”
Hot tears stung his eyes. “How could you ever doubt my love for you? You know how hard relationships are for me.”
“I know how hard our relationship was for you.”
He couldn’t deny that he’d never told her he loved her. He’d never said those words to anyone. But it didn’t mean he felt nothing. He drew a deep breath and slowly blew it out. She’d change her mind, and they’d get back together after she had time to think. Until then, he had to remain strong. He’d hold his head high and wait as long as needed. Her pushy mother had something to do with this, but Lyra would come to see that it was her own feelings that truly mattered. What she wanted, not what her mother wanted. When she came to her senses, he’d take her back, and they’d pick up where they left off. She couldn’t stay out of his life forever.
“What will you do now that you’re single again?” His voice shook.
“My life is my own business from now on.”
He pushed off the tailgate and took a few steps down the driveway. “This whole situation is insane. Planning a wedding and then ditching me at the altar. That’s a bunch of Hollywood nonsense.”
Lyra looked over her shoulder at the front windows, as if she was worried her mother might see the scene escalating. The older woman had moved from her place at the window and now stood in the open doorway. She’d most likely witnessed it all. “Is everything OK, Lyra?” Concern laced her voice.
“Everything’s fine, Mother.” Lyra turned back to Gabriel. “Stop behaving like a fool. This is not how a grown man acts. I’m done with this conversation. We can continue this later when you’ve calmed down. In the meantime, send all the wedding bills to my office. My assistant will take care of everything.” She stormed off to the house.
