The Forest Ranger's Christmas

by Leigh Bale

  When Josie reads Psalm 22-23 in her grandmother’s Bible, she feels that God has forsaken her. Have you or someone you know ever felt forsaken? How might we overcome such feelings of abandonment?

  Josie has always worked hard in school and her career to serve herself, but she has never really pursued service to others, nor considered herself the answer to someone else’s prayers. Do you think we each have a special service we can provide to others? Do you believe God uses us to serve others? Why or why not?

  By reading her Bible, Josie feels closer to her grandmother and takes comfort from her grandmother’s faith in God. Have you ever had a time in your life when you or someone you care about was weak in faith, but took sustenance from someone else’s stronger faith? How can someone else’s testimony of God strengthen you?

  In spite of the humble and difficult life he’s lived, Josie’s grandfather never complains. Instead he feels grateful to God for blessing him. In contrast, do you know people who have had a hard time, but constantly complain? When we’re going through difficult times, how can we exhibit faith and look past the bad to see the good in our lives?

  When Josie finds a stack of love letters written by her parents, she wonders what they might have done and said differently if they had known they both would end up divorcing and dying so young. If they had known, would it have helped them fight harder for their marriage? Would it have helped them be kinder and more loving to one another? Do you have someone special in your life that died while they were young? What might you say to them if they were still here? Do you think we should cherish and live each day as though it were our last? Why or why not?

  In her loneliness, Josie comes to realize that her work as a pharmacist is not as important to her as it once was. Why do you think this is? Do you think a career should be the main focus in our lives? Why or why not?

  After her father died, Josie believed her mom didn’t love her. That her mom even resented her. Later, Josie reads her mother’s love letters and comes to understand the grief her mother must have felt following her divorce. Do you think people react differently to grief? Do you think Josie’s mother resented her, or was just so heartbroken and busy earning a living that she didn’t know how to show her affection? Why do you suppose that might be?

  When Clint and some other neighbors come over to Frank’s house to repair his roof, Josie remembers her grandmother telling her that the Lord uses people to perform His work. Do you think this is true? Have you ever served someone who desperately needed your help? Or have you been the recipient of such service? How did it make you feel?

  After his wife died, Clint wanted to give up and quit, but he couldn’t because he had a small infant to care for. He also knew that God expected him to keep going and endure to the end. Have you ever gone through a difficulty that made you think about giving up? Why did you keep going? Do you find it hard to believe that everyone has these same feelings at certain times in their lives? Do you know of some people who quit on life? What was the outcome of that decision?

  After a short life of physical abuse and chronic depression, Clint’s wife committed suicide. We know it isn’t our place to judge others, but what do you believe God thinks about this act? How can you help sustain the family members of someone who has committed suicide? Do you think it’s the end for the person who committed this act? Or can the Atonement of Christ heal all wounds? Why or why not?

  Though he tried, Clint was never able to make his wife happy. In spite of getting her medical help and trying to be loving and supportive, he blames himself for her death. Do you think he was responsible? He fears if he marries again that he may not be able to make another woman happy, either. Do you believe this fear is realistic? Why or why not?

  Both Josie and Clint have worked long hours at their jobs, sometimes to the point that it started to consume their lives. Have you ever struggled to find balance in your life? What steps did you take to manage your life? What worked and what didn’t work? Did you achieve your goals? Or do you need to try again? Why or why not?

  By the end of the story, Josie realizes that she’d rather lose the profession she loves than lose her family. Even with all her education and hard work, she’s prepared to walk away from being a pharmacist, as long as she can be with Clint. Do you think she made the right decision? Why would family be more important in a person’s life than a livelihood they love and enjoy?

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  Chapter One

  It’s about time.

  Darcy O’Malley sat on the front porch steps as the hot afternoon sun headed westward, watching her best friend’s car pull into the driveway next door. She sucked in a deep breath, tension easing out with it.

  Six months. Six long months since Luke Jordan had been home—the longest they’d ever gone without seeing each other. Having his car parked where it belonged brought a sense of normalcy.

  Of course, these days, he called Tennessee home.

  Darcy waved, but he couldn’t see her from behind the overgrown boxwoods.

  He climbed out of the car and stretched. As expected, his hair had grown shaggy. Unruly brown hair that begged a girl to push it off his forehead.

  Darcy gave a derisive snort. It was ridiculous how many girls had held that honor. Too many to count.

  She stepped out on the sidewalk. Luke spotted her and waved, his face lighting with a big goofy grin.

  “Come on over,” he called, motioning her toward his car.

  He met her halfway and held out his arms. She fell into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. When he lifted her off the ground and gave a brotherly squeeze, she felt as if she were the one who had come home. She’d missed him.

  “I’m so glad to see you,” she said against his cheek, breathing in the familiar scent of his Prell shampoo. “But you need a haircut.”

  “Glad to be back in Georgia where you can hound me into going to the barber.” He set her on her feet and smiled, but his eyes looked shadowed.

  She should have anticipated the sadness. This was his first visit home since his mother’s funeral. “Tough coming back?”

  “Yeah. Seeing the house...” He sucked in a deep breath and glanced up at the two-story brick home he’d lived in from birth.

  She waited, knowing better than to push him to talk about his mom.

  “I’m surprised to see you here in the middle of the afternoon,” he said, effectively changing the subject. “Thought you’d be at one of your many jobs.”

  Typical of him to slip in a jab about her over-packed schedule, though Luke was simply spouting what everyone else around her had been spouting. He always joked about her overcommitment, but underneath, he was being protective, worried about her stress level and health.

  “I only have two jobs,” she said. “Finished one for the day and am about to head to the other.”

  “Only two.” He shook his head. “You’re finally living your dream of being a microbiologist and have the luxury of living rent-free. Why put in so many long hours?”

  The muscles in Darcy’s neck tightened with nagging concerns over losing that rent-free status before she was ready. “I don’t remember asking your opinion,” she said, snippier than she’d meant.

  One corner of his mouth tilted up in a grin. He’d always loved riling her up and blaming h
er temper on her red hair.

  “Hey, I just want you to have a life,” he said. “Maybe go out, have fun, find that Prince Charming you’ve always dreamed of.”

  For now, her life was consumed by work and paying off student loans. Even if by some chance Prince Charming did show up, she couldn’t squeeze in a moment for him.

  She’d missed their banter, though, and couldn’t help returning his smile. “Once again, I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”

  He laughed and nudged her shoulder with his.

  “So, how long are you staying?” she asked.

  “A week, two at most. I brought some work, and Roger’s covering for me.”

  “Not long, but I’ll take what I can get.” She hooked her arm around his and looked up. “So when can we hang out?”

  Their gazes locked, and his teasing smirk faltered. “Um, I may be pretty busy.” He glanced at their joined arms, then at his parents’ house.

  The action felt like a snub. Had she somehow made him uncomfortable?

  “You’re not going to like why I’m here,” he said.

  “Oh?”

  “Dad’s been talking of downsizing. I’m here to help get the house ready to put on the market. I’m hoping he and Granny will join me in Nashville.”

  Her heart stuttered. Surely Luke didn’t mean it.

  He didn’t laugh. Didn’t bump her shoulder like he usually did when he was joking. Her stomach sank to the sidewalk, and the excitement that had fueled her for days tumbled along with it.

  Her best friend might stay in Tennessee permanently?

  * * *

  Stunned, Luke looked into Darcy’s eyes—had they always been so blue? Had her auburn hair always been so shiny and silky, her fair, freckled skin so smooth? When she’d wrapped her arm around his, every inch of that smooth skin touching his ignited his nerve endings.

  What was wrong with him? This was Darcy. Darcy. And she was simply acting like she always did.

  He needed to get control of this sudden, weird...attraction. Hadn’t he learned the hard way that going from friend to anything beyond friend would end in a mess?

  Remember Chloe, he thought, repeating his and Darcy’s long-ago mantra. Darcy’s sister, Chloe, barely spoke to him nowadays. He couldn’t imagine the pain of losing Darcy’s friendship.

  “It’s been six months since you were home, Luke.” Darcy glared at him, playful, yet chastising. “Your family can’t move away. We’d never see each other.”

  The hurt tone of her voice made him want to pull her close, to comfort. Instead, he eased his arm out of her grasp. At the moment, even incidental contact left him reeling. “Dad’s been depressed, so I need to do something. He’s obviously lonely, says the place is too big for him since Mom died.”

  “It wouldn’t be if you moved back to Appleton.” The pleading in her eyes was all too familiar. They’d had this conversation several times.

  Hands jammed in his pockets, he put extra space between them. “You’ve missed me that much, huh?” he teased.

  “Dream on.” She laughed and hitched a thumb toward the house. “I can’t believe your dad would abandon so many memories.”

  “Once we have a plan in motion to sell the house, I’ll ask him to come to Nashville and become a partner in what will soon be my law practice.”

  She stilled. “You’re really going to do it? Stay in Nashville and ask Burt to join you? He’s been building his practice here in Appleton for decades. Why don’t you join him, prove yourself like you wanted to do when you were a kid.”

  That dream had died when his dad had told him he wasn’t cut out for law school. When he’d said Luke should probably consider another career. Granted, Luke had goofed off in high school, but midway through college, with Darcy’s help, he had buckled down. He’d applied and been admitted into law school the following year. He’d headed to graduate school without his dad’s support, and had worked hard to prove Burt wrong.

  Looking into her eyes, Luke said, “You know how strongly I feel about making my own way.” He nodded toward his car and headed that direction.

  “Yeah, I know.” She sighed and followed. “I just wish Burt would recognize how good you are at your job. And that you would let go of the past and come back here where you belong.”

  Luke had been working as an associate for Roger Young for nearly a year, had thrived on the challenge and done well. Once Roger retired, Luke would take over. “Business is great. There’s more opportunity in the city.”

  She arched a brow. “Your dad has been very successful in Appleton. Together, you could be more so.”

  Of course she and the townspeople would assume Luke had gone off on his own and refused an offer to join his father’s practice. They didn’t know the painful truth. Dad himself didn’t even realize how the snub had hurt. “He’s never asked me to come work with him.”

  Darcy’s face scrunched in disbelief. “What?”

  Luke wished he could take the humiliating words back, but this was Darcy. He could tell her anything. “It’s true. Dad never once mentioned having me join his practice, even when I told him about other job offers.”

  Which had been the death of Luke’s dream—Jordan & Jordan, Attorneys at Law in the big Victorian house on Golden Street.

  Darcy laid a soft hand on his arm. “I can’t believe that.”

  “You know he doubted me every step of the way, which is why I plan to stay in Nashville.” Luke reached in the backseat and pulled out his luggage.

  “Then why ask him to join your practice?”

  “I’ve been worried about him, have been thinking for weeks about asking him to move closer. Figured a new start might help.”

  She sighed. “I understand your concern. I’ve been there with Mom.”

  “I also want to bring in a partner with experience, someone who’ll inspire confidence in the clients Roger is sending my way. I’d like to think Dad and I could work well together, especially if I get a chance to show him I’m capable.”

  As Darcy glanced at her watch, the sun shone on her hair, highlighting coppery strands that brushed well past her shoulders. Most of her life, she’d worn a ponytail. When had she started wearing her hair down? Had it been down the last time he saw her?

  “Time to head to the mall job.” Eyes so deep blue they sometimes looked violet sparked with frustration. “It doesn’t sound as if I’ll be able to change your mind about coming back home for good.”

  Luke shook his head. “I closed on the office building last week. Roger has sent out letters to all his clients informing them of his pending retirement, inviting those who haven’t yet worked with me to drop by.”

  Darcy frowned. “What about your grandmother? You really think she’ll move, too?”

  That part of his plan didn’t sit well with Luke. He hated to uproot Granny after she’d lived in Appleton her whole life. “I hope she will.”

  “If you ask me, dynamite couldn’t blast her out of her home.” Her eyes heated before she glanced away, angry. “But, you didn’t ask me.”

  “Come on, Darcy, be happy for me.”

  “If anyone can persuade Burt and Grace to move, it’s their beloved only child and grandchild.” Her gaze darted everywhere except directly at him, silently voicing her disapproval, pricking at his conscience.

  He hadn’t come home looking for approval, though. He’d come home with a goal to help his dad while securing his own future. And he intended to see his plan through.

  * * *

  Luke pushed aside his sadness with each step he took up the ladder leaning against his childhood home. He wouldn’t dwell on saying goodbye to the place where he’d grown up. The house was just brick and mortar, full of material stuff. He would always have the memories of his mom.

  Darcy would probably
disagree. For some odd reason, their earlier conversation had left him rattled. Probably because he’d disappointed her. He’d always hated letting her down.

  “What are you doing up there, son?” Burt Jordan, home from the office, stood in the front yard in dress pants and a button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up, arms crossed.

  “Trying to get a good look at the roof,” Luke said. “Probably needs to be replaced.”

  “Wish you would’ve talked to me before you bothered. I’ve got someone lined up to replace it next week.”

  Laughing, Luke climbed down. “Good. You’re jumping on repairs.”

  “Noreen has encouraged me to get out of my cave and start living again.” Burt held out his hand. “Welcome home.”

  Luke turned the shake into a brief half hug. “Thanks.” He pulled away and took a good look at his dad.

  For months after Luke’s mom died, Burt had sounded despondent on the phone. The past few weeks, though, he’d sounded stronger, more upbeat. Now, Luke saw a hint of the old spark in his dad’s eyes, the way he’d been before Joan got sick. Apparently Darcy’s widowed mom, Noreen, had helped Burt begin to deal with the loss.

  With a familiar stab of guilt over not being around much the past couple of years, he gave his dad one last pat on the shoulder. “I’m here to help with the house. Tell me what you need.”

  His dad winced, looking off in the distance, wrinkles crinkling around his brown eyes. He’d aged a lot since Mom’s passing. “Been meaning to talk to you about that.”

  “I saw the load of pine straw beside the house,” Luke said. “Want to spread some mulch while we talk?”

  “Sure. Let me change first.”