Jenna Wade thought she had everything in life when she married Daniel Prescott. But when her marriage fell apart and she lost the child she was carrying, along with her dreams she lost her faith. Returning home to Cypress Creek, she built a wall between her and the rest of the world. Jake McConnell had faced his own challenges, but his faith had carried him through his own personal crisis. Now he wanted to help Jenna find her way back to God and see if they could build a future together. Can he break through her barriers and convince her they can have a future or will she keep her back turned to everything she believed in?
A restless night caused Jenna to sleep later than usual, and by the time she came downstairs the next morning, her mother had already left for work. Brewing a fresh pot of coffee, she filled a mug for herself and carried it into the den to begin her workday. The projects for current clients were going well. She’d spent a lot of time doing research, both on line, and at libraries and state offices. Now she was getting ready to complete two histories and send of the final packages to her clients. That always gave her a good feeling.
Deep in concentration as she followed some Internet links, she was startled by the ringing of the doorbell and frowned at the interruption. Neither she nor her mother was expecting any packages, and clients never just showed up like this. They always called first. In fact, most of her business was conducted by phone, fax and email.
Annoyed, she bookmarked the web site she was on and went to answer the door. When she saw Jake McConnell standing on the porch she almost retreated to the den. Too late. He had seen her through the glass, smiled and waved. She tried to wipe the scowl of irritation from her face and pulled the door open.
“My mother isn’t home right now.” Well, she thought, aren’t I just the welcoming person.
“Hello to you, too,” he grinned. “I walked off with two of her folders last night and happened to be driving by the house. She mentioned you work from home, so I took a chance you might be here.”
“I see my mother’s been promoting me again.”
The look on her face was so bitter for a moment Jake was speechless. “Excuse me?”
“Never mind.” Jenna waved her hand dismissively.
He tried on his lopsided grin again. “Is it all right if I come in? I promise I’m not armed.”
Jenna’s face reddened, and she stood back to let him enter. “Of course. Please. I guess my mother was right. I seem to have lost all my manners.”
“I think your manners are just fine.” He put his briefcase on the bench in the hallway and removed two thick folders, handing them to Jenna. “She’s sure to miss these. They’re everyone’s notes we collected last night, plus the suggested outlines for the focus groups. I must have picked them up by mistake with my stuff.”
“Thank you for bringing them by. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”
Now go away and leave me alone.
But Jake McConnell didn’t look like he was in any hurry to leave. He leaned against the stair railing, hands in his pockets, interest sparking in his eyes.