A Mother for Cindy

by Margaret Daley

  His words came to her as though they were spoken to her from afar. Still she couldn’t move. What was happening didn’t seem real.

  “Jesse?” Concern darkened his gaze.

  She blinked, breaking the trancelike state she was in. She surged to her feet, words tumbling through her mind. “Nick, what are you doing here? I just called your office and they said you were gone for a few days.”

  “I am gone. I’m here.” His mouth lifted in a lopsided grin, humor lighting his eyes.

  “I mean—I—” The words were gone as she peered at his handsome face—a face she had seen many times over the past month in her dreams.

  “You called my office? Why?”

  With three strides he was only a foot from her, so close she could reach out and touch him. Feeling weak, she backed up against the desk, clutching its edge to keep her from collapsing. “Why are you here?”

  “I couldn’t stay away any longer.”

  “Why?” Her heart increased its beat, so rapidly that she kept her grip on the desk. She still couldn’t believe he was here in her house in Sweetwater.

  “It’s simple. I love you, Jesse Bradshaw. I have for quite some time, but have been too much of a fool to do something about it.”

  She collapsed back on the desk, her legs trembling. “You love me?”

  He clasped her arms. “Yes. I love you. Now will you tell me why you were calling my office? Is something wrong?”

  She reached up to touch his face, to trace his mouth. “I didn’t have your private home number and I needed to talk to you so I tried your office.”

  “Why did you need to talk with me?” Nick cuddled closer, bringing her flat against him.

  She drew in a deep breath of his distinctive scent of lime and relished it. “I felt I should tell you how I felt about you.”

  He brushed his lips across hers and whispered, “And how do you feel about me?”

  She framed his face and looked deep into his eyes. “I love you, Nick Blackburn, with all my heart. I didn’t make that clear to you before you left. I should have. You need all the facts to make the best decision.”

  “I agree.” He laid his forehead against hers, love shining in his eyes. “I’m a little slow when it comes to my emotions, but I finally figured out that just because I wasn’t a success at my first marriage, I shouldn’t doom myself to loneliness, especially when I have a wonderful woman like you to love and who loves me.”

  “Have you forgiven yourself and Brenda?”

  “Last night I listened to my daughter pray to God asking for a new mother. But she also told God how much she loved her mother and to make sure she didn’t mind she wanted a new one. That made me start thinking. Even though Brenda wasn’t the right wife for me, she gave me a beautiful daughter and she loved Cindy. She was a good mother at least. So how can I hate someone who gave me Cindy?”

  “And yourself?”

  “If God can forgive me, then I can forgive myself.”

  “Oh, Nick.” Jesse wound her arms around him and pulled him toward her.

  His mouth claimed hers in a deep kiss that rocked her to her soul. Sensations she had thought she would never experience again after Mark’s death flooded her.

  “Do you two have to do that?”

  Nick jerked back. Jesse looked toward the doorway to find her son standing there with a toy sailboat in his arms.

  “Nate Bradshaw, were you eavesdropping?”

  “I waited and waited. Finally I decided to come see if you two had made up. I want to show Nick the new sailboat I made. I thought we could sail it on the lake.”

  “Sure. Can you give me a minute with your mom?”

  “Are you moving back here?” Nate asked as he headed for the back door.

  “I hope so.”

  “You are?” Jesse asked, her surprise slipping out, suddenly remembering that barrier to their relationship.

  Nick glanced at Nate who was still in the kitchen, then turned toward Jesse. “Yes, if you’ll agree to marry me. I can run Blackburn Industries from here. Besides, I have decided to cut back on working so much.” He took her into his arms again. “I want to devote my time to my new family.”

  “Mom, tell him yes so we can go to the lake and sail my boat.”

  Jesse laughed. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

  Her son’s shout of joy filled the kitchen as Nick kissed her so thoroughly that her toes curled.

  EPILOGUE

  “Do I look all right?”

  Jesse fixed the pink satin bow in Cindy’s hair, then stepped back to appraise her maid of honor. “You look perfect, honey.”

  The child took her bouquet of pink roses and clasped them in front of her. “You’re so beautiful, Jesse.”

  Her throat tight, Jesse said, “Thank you.”

  In the mirror she saw herself as Cindy did, wearing a pale pink silk suit with pink pearl buttons on the jacket and a straight skirt that fell to just below her knees. She picked up her bouquet of white orchids tied together with a pink bow.

  “Are you ready?” Jesse asked, stepping into her two-inch high heels that had been dyed to match her suit.

  With a nod Cindy led the way to the sanctuary where Nick and Gramps would be standing with Reverend Collins. From the back of the church Jesse surveyed the small gathering of friends and family. Nate, dressed in a black suit with a gray tie, offered her his arm to walk her down the aisle. A few stray strands of his hair stuck out and Jesse took a moment to brush them into place.

  He squirmed. “Mom, Nick’s waiting!”

  “I know. A few extra seconds won’t make a difference. He isn’t going anywhere.”

  When Nate’s hair was tamed, Jesse nodded to the organist to begin the wedding march and she and her son started down the aisle following Cindy. Jesse smiled at her circle of friends in the front pew. Darcy sat between Joshua and Sean while Zoey was holding baby Tara between her two other children, Mandy and Blake. Beth took up one end of the pew with Tanya at the other end. Crystal was in her wheelchair next to Tanya. Everyone’s expressions reflected the joy Jesse was feeling as she walked toward the man she loved, toward her new life with Nick.

  The sunlight streamed through the round window above the altar and shone on the cross that hung from the ceiling. Jesse looked heavenward. Thank you, God, for bringing me Nick and Cindy. Thank You for giving me a second chance at love.

  Jesse stopped next to Nick and took his hand as they faced the reverend. Together, a couple, a family.

  Reverend Collins spoke of love and marriage, but all Jesse could see or hear were Nick’s face and his words as he repeated his vows. Her world centered around him and her family.

  When the wedding ceremony was over, instead of leaving the sanctuary, Jesse and Nick greeted their friends who surrounded them with their well wishes.

  In the midst of people Cindy tugged on Jesse’s arm to get her attention.

  “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

  “Can I call you Mom now?”

  Jesse hugged Cindy to her, a sudden well of tears misting her eyes. “I would be honored to be your mother.”

  * * * * *

  SPECIAL EXCERPT FROM

  Nell Stoltzfus offers to help veterinarian James Pierce at his vet clinic when his vet tech is ill. But will working closely with the handsome English vet lead Nell down a dangerous path?

  Read on for a sneak preview of

  A SECRET AMISH LOVE by Rebecca Kertz,

  part of new miniseries

  Women of Lancaster County

  available now from Love Inspired!

  CHAPTER ONE

  Lancaster County, Pennsylvania

  Nell Stoltzfus opened the door to Pierce Veterinary Clinic and gaped as she stepped inside. Pandemonium reigned in the crowded waiting room. Dogs growled and barked as they strained at their leashes. Some owners spoke sharply while others murmured soothingly as they struggled to control their pets.

  A cat in a carrier situated on a woman’s lap meowed loudly in
angry protest of the ear-splitting canine activity. An Amish man sat in the corner of the room with a she-goat. The animal bent her head as she tried to eat a magazine in the rack on the floor near the man’s feet. The goat was haltered, and her owner tugged up on the rope lead to keep her from chewing on the glossy pages. The animal bleated loudly as she stubbornly fought to eat.

  The goat’s noisy discontent joined in the cacophony of human and animal sounds as the unfamiliar Amish man glanced at Nell briefly before returning his attention to his goat.

  She searched the room and frowned. Every available seat was taken. There was no sign of Michelle, Dr. Pierce’s receptionist, whose job it was to check in patients and, on occasion, bring them into the exam rooms when the veterinary assistant, Janie, was busy.

  Nell narrowed her gaze, assessing. On most days, there were usually two or three people in the waiting room. At least, every time she’d brought her dog, Jonas, in, there had been only a few people with their pets waiting.

  During her first visit to Pierce Veterinary Clinic, just shy of a month after it opened, she’d sought medical help for Jonas after he was cruelly tossed out of a moving car. The visit had been a memorable one.

  She’d met Dr. James Pierce, who’d refused to charge her for taking care of Jonas, requesting instead that she spread word of his clinic to anyone who might benefit from his services. And he’d startled her by offering her a temporary job as his assistant, based on her ability to calm her injured rescue dog who had lain trustingly in her arms.

  “You have a natural affinity with animals, Nell,” he’d told her during her first visit. During her second and last visit to the clinic, she’d declined but thanked him for his offer, even though she would have liked nothing more than to have the opportunity to learn more about caring for animals since it was her dream to minister to those within her Amish community. But her strong attraction to Dr. Pierce made it wise to keep her distance from him.

  Today, Nell had been on her way home after a morning spent with her aunt Katie when she’d decided to stop at the clinic to purchase heartworm medicine for Jonas. At the veterinarian’s suggestion, she had waited to ensure that her dog was fully healed before introducing the medication.

  I should go, she thought as she gazed around the room. Clearly, she’d chosen the worst time to come.

  She turned to leave, then glanced back when her attention was drawn toward the sound of a door opening and voices. A woman exited from a back room with a tiny kitten.

  Nell waited patiently, expecting to glimpse Janie following closely behind. But it wasn’t the assistant she saw. It was Dr. Pierce who escorted the woman to the front desk.

  Nell watched as he sat at the desk and keyed something into the computer. She heard the deep, indecipherable rumble of his voice as he spoke. The woman handed him a credit card, and Nell continued to watch as Dr. Pierce handled the transaction, then gave the woman a receipt stapled to a paper that she knew would be the animal’s health summary.

  Nell froze, and her heart beat wildly as Dr. Pierce stood. She sent up a silent prayer that she would remain unnoticed, but she was powerless to move or to keep her gaze from checking for any changes in the man since she last saw him over a month ago.

  She released a shuddering breath. The veterinarian was still as handsome as ever, dressed in his white lab coat over a blue shirt and black slacks. His short hair, which was a little longer on the top, was tousled as if he’d recently combed his fingers through the dark brown locks. His features were chiseled, his chin firm. There was sharp intelligence in his dark eyes. She recalled the brightness she’d first noticed in them, and his kindness and compassion when he’d treated Jonas. He had a gentle and sincere smile that warmed her all the way from her head to her toes each time she’d seen him.

  A shiver of something pleasurable yet frightening slid down the length of her spine as she realized that she was attracted to him. Dr. Pierce still had the ability to affect her more than any other man since Michael, the man she’d loved and lost.

  Nell stiffened and fought to banish the feelings. Dr. Pierce threatened her peace of mind. She drew a steadying breath as she struggled to pull herself together.

  James. He’d told her at their first meeting to call him James. She shouldn’t. But since that day, every time she saw him she immediately thought of him as James.

  She closed her eyes briefly as she shifted farther into the corner of the room to stay unobtrusive. Nell swallowed hard. She didn’t want the man to catch sight of her. As the eldest of five Stoltzfus sisters, she was expected to be the first to marry a faithful member of their Amish community. The last thing she needed was to fall for the English veterinarian. Being in James’s company was dangerous. Even if he’d had feelings for her, there would have been no way for them to be anything other than polite acquaintances. Not that he felt the same attraction. It was all one-sided—her side.

  The woman with the kitten turned to leave. On her way to the door, she walked past Nell, who froze. Nell knew that if she moved even a tiny bit, James might notice her.

  Something shifted in his expression, as if alarmed at the number of patients in the waiting room.

  Nell waited for him to call back the next patient. As soon as he left, she would go. She’d return when Michelle was in the office. Jonas could wait another week to start his medicine. Or she could play it safe and go somewhere else and escape the frightening, forbidden feelings she felt any time she was near James.

  She sighed. She couldn’t go elsewhere. It wouldn’t be right after all James had done for Jonas.

  Nell remained still but then released a sharp breath when James suddenly saw her. They locked gazes. Surprise and pleasure flashed in the depths of his dark eyes, and she felt an infusion of warmth.

  She recognized the panic in his gaze. She sighed. He was lost without his assistant, and she was the only one available who might be able to help.

  She had a moment of revelation. The Lord wants me to stay.

  “Dr. Pierce?” She stepped forward with a tentative smile on her face. Her heart beat rapidly as she remained the focus of his dark gaze. “May I have a word with you?”

  “Of course, Nell.” He waited for her approach.

  “No help today?” she asked softly so that the others within the room couldn’t hear their conversation.

  He shook his head. “Unfortunately, I’m alone today.”

  “I’ll be happy to help if you’d like.”

  His eyes brightened as relief swept across his features. “I’d like that. Thank you.”

  * * *

  James had never been happier to see Nell Stoltzfus. His receptionist, Michelle, was out sick, and Janie, his assistant, was on vacation, and he was swamped and alone dealing with a crowded waiting room.

  As he’d watched Nell push out of the corner and approach, he’d been overcome with an immediate sense of calm. He’d never realized it before, but she had the same effect on him as she’d had on her injured rescue dog when she’d first brought Jonas in.

  “Come into the back,” he said, aware of the huskiness of his voice. He felt a jolt in his stomach as she smiled and followed him. Nell, a pretty young Amish woman, wore a spring-green dress with matching cape and apron. Her soft brown hair was covered by her white prayer kapp. Her nose was pert and perfectly formed, and her mouth was pink with a slight bow to her upper lip. He felt something shift inside him as he became the focus of her beautiful, brown gaze.

  “Dr. Pierce, your waiting room seems unusually full.” Her softly spoken words jerked him to awareness. She studied him with her head slightly tilted as if she were trying to gauge his thoughts. “ “I’d like to check your schedule.

  They entered the reception area through a door off the hallway, and he showed her where to find the appointment book. “How long can you stay?”

  “Through the afternoon.” Her shy smile warmed him from the inside out. “May I use your phone?”

  “Of course.” She would need to
get word to her family, he realized, so that they wouldn’t worry about her absence. He waited while she made her phone call, trying not to listen as she explained the situation.

  “Ja, Bob,” he heard her say. “Ja, that would be gut. Thank you. Tell them that I shouldn’t be too late.” She glanced up to meet his gaze, and James instantly moved away to give her privacy.

  He approached after Nell hung up the phone and stood. “Is everything all right?”

  “Ja, ’tis fine.” Her gaze met his, then slid away. He watched her study Michelle’s appointment book. Her eyes narrowed. “You definitely don’t have this many patients expected today,” she murmured with a frown. “I’ll have to do some rescheduling.”

  He started to leave, then turned. “Nell?”

  She dragged her eyes away from the page to meet his gaze. “Ja?”

  “Thank you.” He spoke quietly so that no one would overhear him, but he knew immediately that she’d heard.

  “You’re willkomm,” she breathed, and then she waved him away as she went back to studying the appointment book.

  With a smile on his face, he opened the door to the back room.

  “Dr. Pierce?”

  He halted and faced her. “Yes?”

  “Which exam rooms are available for patients?”

  “One, three and four,” he told her without hesitation. Then he entered the back of the clinic and went on to exam room two where his next patient waited.

  James was examining the ear of a golden retriever when Nell knocked softly before opening the door.

  “Dr. Pierce?”

  “Yes, Nell?” he inquired without looking up.

  “I’ve put Mrs. Rogan and Boots in exam room one and Mr. Jones with his dog Betsy in three. Mr. Yoder and his goat are in four. I rescheduled three patients for tomorrow because they didn’t have appointments and your schedule could handle them then. Mrs. Pettyjohn is here with her poodle. She is your last appointment.”

  He straightened. “Already?” Amazed, he stared at her.