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A Doctor's Vow
Lois Richer
A Sister's VowTo fulfill a promise made to her twin, Dr. Jaclyn LaForge opens a children’s clinic in Hope, New Mexico. She’s determined to prove to the community that she’s the doctor they need. But it’s not just the children of Hope who need healing. It’s the fractured town itself, including handsome widowed rancher Kent McCloy, who steps up to make her dream a reality.As they work together to renovate the clinic, two wary hearts are under construction, as well. Can sweet, stubborn Jaclyn show Kent that life—and love—are worth cherishing?Healing Hearts: Love is always the best medicine Enjoy a special 15th anniversary bonus story from Love Inspired Historical A Cowboy's Promise by Linda Ford
A Sister’s Vow
To fulfill a promise made to her twin, Dr. Jaclyn LaForge opens a children’s clinic in Hope, New Mexico. She’s determined to prove to the community that she’s the doctor they need. But it’s not just the children of Hope who need healing. It’s the fractured town itself, including handsome widowed rancher Kent McCloy, who steps up to make her dream a reality. As they work together to renovate the clinic, two wary hearts are under construction, as well. Can sweet, stubborn Jaclyn show Kent that life—and love—are worth cherishing?
Enjoy a special 15th anniversary bonus story from Love Inspired Historical, A Cowboy’s Promise by Linda Ford
“There’s a long way to go with this place, isn’t there?” Jaclyn’s voice was quiet, almost solemn. She stood, waiting for his answer as he locked the building.
“It’ll be tough, but it can be done.”
“You have enough on your plate. I don’t want to add to your burdens, Kent.”
“I want to make this clinic happen, Jaclyn. I see it as sort of a rallying point for the people of Hope.”
“You do? How?”
“Your clinic isn’t part of the old system. It’s new, different. Maybe it can help undo past damage and end some of the bitterness. Maybe that’s God’s plan in all of this.”
“Thank you for saying that, Kent. I admit I was a little discouraged when I came here tonight, but I feel reenergized now. You can’t know how much that means to me.” She stood on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his cheek. “You’re a wonderful man, Kent.”
If only Kent could have a chance to start fresh, like Jaclyn. He’d do so many things differently.
Maybe if he worked hard enough on her clinic, he could finally rise above his regrets.
LOIS RICHER
began to travel the day she read her first book and realized that fiction could take her to places she’d only dreamed of going. Through reading, an ordinary day was transformed into an extraordinary adventure. Creating that adventure for others became Lois’s obsession. Now, having written more than 40 books with three different publishers, Lois had been nominated three times for a prestigious Holt Medallion. With millions of books in print around the world, Lois continues to enjoy creating stories of joy and hope for Love Inspired Books. Married for almost thirty years, their two sons grown, Lois and her husband live in Canada but winter in Arizona. Their love of traveling makes it easy for Lois to find the perfect setting for her next story. Lois loves to hear from other readers. Contact her through www.loisricher.com (http://loisricher@yahoo.com) or loisricher@yahoo.com or friend her on Facebook.
A Doctor’s Vow
Lois Richer
Dear Reader,
Welcome to Love Inspired! We’re celebrating our 15th anniversary this month, and you’re invited to the party!
Love Inspired Books began in September 1997, offering readers inspirational contemporary romances. Fifteen years later, Love Inspired has never wavered from our promise to our readers; we are proud to publish short contemporary romances that feature Christian men and women facing the challenges of life and love in today’s world.
In honor of our anniversary, we are showcasing some of our top authors in September. Irene Hannon, Arlene James and Lois Richer were part of the original lineup in 1997, and we’re supremely blessed that they are still writing for us in 2012. Jillian Hart and Margaret Daley have been part of the Love Inspired family since the early 2000s. And newcomer Mia Ross rounds out the month. We hope you enjoy these sweet stories full of home, family and love.
As a special thank-you to our readers, each book this month contains a bonus story. Give them a try, and we know you’ll find our authors the very best in Christian romance!
Thank you for reading Love Inspired.
Blessings,
Melissa Endlich
Senior Editor
This book is dedicated to the One who makes dreams come true and does so far beyond
what we can ask or think. Thank you, Father.
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Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test my thoughts. Point out anything you find in me that makes you sad, and lead me along the path
of everlasting life.
—Psalms 139:23–24
Contents
Chapter One (#u127dd3d4-e7f0-54b1-ba24-9c28f007b586)
Chapter Two (#u28e30e89-5be3-5756-a647-6393a6eef7d9)
Chapter Three (#ua0841a26-c826-55c1-b53e-b783e64a853d)
Chapter Four (#u5939fa1e-e957-5587-bf7a-3e7b2be120be)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)
Questions for Discussion (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Fire!
Pediatrician Jaclyn LaForge quickly ushered her patients out of her brand-new clinic to safety. Her relief was short-lived when the clinic’s nurse grabbed her arm.
“Randy McNabb and his mom haven’t come out,” RaeAnn whispered. “I think they’re still inside.”
The volunteer fire department of Hope, New Mexico, wasn’t here yet and Jaclyn wasn’t going to wait for them. She kicked off her high heels.
“Wait,” RaeAnn begged.
“No child left unattended, RaeAnn. That’s our motto.” Jaclyn raced inside the building, praying Randy and his mom were safe. Surely God would answer this prayer.
Inside the clinic, she moved from room to room. When choking black smoke enveloped her, she dropped to a crouch, calling Randy’s name as she squeezed her burning eyes closed. Reopening them, she saw nothing. Her hand clutched air. Her lungs gagged on thick heavy smoke. She ripped off her jacket and held it over her face, trying to stem her terror.
Jaclyn reached for a shadow and knocked something over. She knew she couldn’t stay in the clinic, but when she rose to move ahead, shards of broken glass pierced her foot. She collapsed in pain.
Don’t let me die, God. Not before I’ve kept my promise to Jessica.
A gloved hand curled around her arm. Another nudged her jacket away from her mouth to plant a mask over her face.
She lifted it. “Randy—”
“Keep it there,” a gruff voice ordered. “And hang on to me.”
Jaclyn obediently inhaled the pure, clear air in gasps. Her rescuer heaved her over a very broad shoulder and carried her through the building. For the first time in years Jaclyn relinquished all control and allowed someone else to be in charge of her life.
As they emerged into the sunny spring warmth, Jaclyn pushed away the mask and inhaled, forcing her burning lungs to clear as she shot a prayer of thanks heavenward. Her rescuer gently set her on the ground. She lay still, overwhelmed by what had almost happened.
“Are you nuts? You don’t go into a burning building. Not ever.” The fireman in front of her ripped off his headgear and glared at her, his lips tight in an angry frown. But his fingers took her pulse with gentleness. He carefully eased her sooty jacket from her hands and tossed it away before checking her for burns. “Can you breathe okay? Do you need more oxygen?”
He tried to replace the mask but she pushed it away.
“I’m fine.” Well, that would be true if her stomach hadn’t just flipped in reaction to his touch. Jaclyn peered into cobalt-blue eyes and wondered who he was.
“Why would you go into a fire?” he demanded.
“A little boy—Randy—” She blinked at the familiar bellow that came from her left. “That’s him. Where was he?”
“He and his mom used the old fire escape on the side of the building. They’re fine.”
“Good.” She kept her gaze on the fireman, fighting not to look at her clinic. “I’m fine, too.” She accepted his outstretched hand to help her stand, winced and quickly sat down again. “Except for my foot. I stepped on some glass.”
The fireman called for a first aid pack, shredded what was left of her stockings and examined the soles of her feet with a tender touch.
“I took off my shoes, you see,” she said, as if that would explain everything.
“If those are your shoes, I’m not surprised you got rid of them.” He shot a scathing glance at her spiked heels lying not ten feet away. “I don’t know how you can even walk in those things.” He glanced up, his blue eyes darkening to navy. “This is going to hurt.”
“It already does. Go ahead.” Jaclyn leaned back on her elbows and watched him delicately remove bits of glass from her foot. She tried to ignore her pulse-thudding reaction to him by trying to remember where she’d seen eyes so richly blue before.
Her rescuer’s forehead pleated in deeply tanned furrows. So he was an outdoors guy, good-looking with the kind of massive shoulders that not even the bulk of a fireman’s jacket disguised. He’d shed his headgear to reveal a face that appeared chiseled from stone.
His jaw clenched and unclenched as he worked, a tiny tic in his throat betraying his concentration. His hair—dark, almost black—lay in a ruffle of tight curls against his scalp—
“Kent?” Jaclyn whispered in disbelief. “Kent McCloy?”
“Yeah?” He lifted his head, blinked at her.
“I didn’t recognize you. It’s me. Jaclyn. Jaclyn LaForge.” She waited. But Kent only nodded once and went back to work on her foot. “Thanks for getting me out of there.”
“No problem. It’s what firemen do.” His drawl, like his face, gave nothing away.
Oh, no, her soul groaned. Kent was just like the rest of Hope’s biased locals who couldn’t believe the former bad girl of Hope could be a real doctor. Jaclyn was sick of that attitude. As if a mistake from her past made her completely unqualified to actually treat patients.
Kent squeezed the arch of her foot in preparation to draw out yet more shards. The last one was large enough to make her yelp in pain.
“Sorry.” His fingers belied his gruff tone as he gently held her foot and poured antiseptic over the wounds. He began to wrap her foot in gauze—his bandaging skills were as good as or better than hers. “Okay?”
“It’s fine.” Actually his touch was more than fine, which was utterly confusing because Jaclyn had never reacted like this to anyone ever.
“I think I got it all but you should have somebody at the hospital check.” He set her foot down and tied off the gauze. “No stitches needed, though I suspect it will be painful for a while. And wearing those shoes? No way.”
Who cared about shoes? Jaclyn caught a glimpse of her dream—Jessica’s Clinic—and groaned.
“It’s ruined,” she whispered, swallowing tears that would make her look weak. “It’s totally ruined.”
“Yeah, fires tend to do that.” Kent offered a hand to help her rise. When she was upright, he slid his arm around her waist, as if he understood that only force of will and his help kept her standing. If he hadn’t been there she’d have burst out bawling.
“But how could a fire start?” She looked from him back to the blackened, smoking building. “I had the place checked out. I had everything very carefully checked out.”
“Then somebody missed something. Or it’s an accident.” He shrugged. “Sorry, but the place is toast. In my opinion it isn’t salvageable.” Despite his harsh assessment, his blue eyes glowed with sympathy.
Jaclyn didn’t want sympathy. Forget Kent McCloy with his midnight eyes, big broad shoulders and the gentlest touch she’d ever felt. Her dream was going up in smoke.
“I just opened.” Despite her best efforts, a tear slipped out and trickled down her cheek. “I worked so hard to make this dream come true.”
“Then you’ll start over.” Kent turned her to face him, his voice softer. “It’s just a building. Compared to your life, losing a building doesn’t matter. Besides—” he waved a hand “—Hope is full of empty buildings. I should know. I own that one over there.”
She nodded, recognizing it. “Your dad’s old law office.”
“Uh-huh.” He shook his head. A faint smile tugged at his mouth for a millisecond before it disappeared. “You can start over, Jaclyn. Take your choice of where.” He waved a hand, as if it were simple to start again.
She blinked, surveyed the street then twisted to look at Kent again. If he wanted her to reopen he couldn’t be holding her past against her. Maybe he’d even help her.
