Season of Redemption. Jenna Mindel
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A Fresh Start
After a night of mistakes and misunderstandings, Ryan Marsh thinks he’s back on the road to redemption. All he needs to do is convince the court-appointed counselor that he’s just fine. But when counseling intern Kellie Cavanaugh sees the stark pain in Ryan’s eyes, she knows that without her help he’s headed for disaster. Soon it’s Kellie who’s in trouble. She can’t get personally involved, no matter how drawn to Ryan she might be. When they end up volunteering for the same community project, Kellie can’t deny her growing feelings. Will she land exactly where she shouldn’t…in love?
What was it about Ryan that dug so deep under Kellie’s skin?
As they drove in silence, Kellie studied him. Ryan Marsh had a classic hero complex. No wonder he took his fiancée’s accident so hard. A guy like him would torture himself over not preventing it from happening. Overprotective? You better believe it. Overbearing? Yes, ma’am. And way too easy to look at. “You can let me out here,” she said as he turned down her drive. He kept going. “Did you hear me?” she asked. “Yeah, but I’d just as soon see you get in the door safe and sound.” Yep, ridiculously overprotective. Again, the image of him as a gallant knight ready to slay a lurking dragon flitted through her mind. Ryan reminded her of what she’d always dreamed of—a prince who’d rescue her from the darkness. She quickly shook away those girlish thoughts. She’d learned that fairy tales didn’t come true and had the scars to remind her of that.
JENNA MINDEL
lives in northwest Michigan with her husband and their two dogs. She enjoys a career in banking that has spanned twenty-five years and several positions, but writing is her passion. A 2006 Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist, Jenna has answered her heart’s call to write inspirational romances set near the Great Lakes.
Season of Redemption
Jenna Mindel
To all who mourn in Israel, He will give: beauty for ashes; joy instead of mourning; praise instead of heaviness. For God has planted them like strong and graceful oaks for His own glory.
—Isaiah 61:3
I’d like to thank everyone who gave me such
rich insight into the world of counseling, social work and substance abuse treatment. To Kelly Kippe, Becky Ledingham, Jeffrey Seltzer, Megan Grodesky and Steve Mindel—thank you for your time and generous wisdom. To Officer Jason Traeger, thank you for answering my many questions about possible arrest situations without thinking I’m a kook!
I really appreciate the great resources you guys
have been for me. I hope this story rings true, and if it doesn’t, I take full responsibility.
To my critique partners, Kathleen Irene Paterka and Christine Johnson, thank you for keeping my characters honest. You helped bring more depth to them and for that I’m so grateful.
To my new editor, Shana Smith, who is a delight,
we’re going to make a great team!
Contents
Chapter One
Kellie Cavanaugh rushed into the office bringing with her a blast of chilly autumn air and a few colored leaves that had blown against the door. She was late. Not a good thing considering she interned for LightHouse Center, a substance abuse outpatient office in LeNaro, Michigan. She wanted a good report despite her tardiness.
Grabbing a quick cup of coffee, she took a sip and coughed. “Ugh, who made this?”
Marci, the receptionist, laughed. “John.”
“What’s wrong with my coffee?” Her boss, John Thompson, stood with hands on his hips.
Kellie made a face. “It’s like tar.”
“Get here on time and you can make the coffee.” His voice sounded stern, but Kellie knew better. John was all bark.
Still, she managed a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late. I overslept.”
John nodded. “How’d your interview go yesterday?”
Kellie had left early to interview with the large school district in Traverse City. One of their school counselors had tendered her two weeks’ and needed to be replaced. The school was currently interviewing. John knew the school’s superintendent and had pushed to get her in the door. She owed him big-time.
“Promising. Very promising.” Kellie added more cream and sugar to the super strong coffee.
Again, John nodded. “Ginny’s not here today, so I’d like you to take this morning’s assessment. It’s a court order and the guy’s waiting in the lobby.”
Kellie peeked at the tall, dark and handsome man pacing the tiles. “You want me to take him?”
“Yes, I do. We’re all part of a team. When one of us is missing, others fill in. Besides, you’ve done well with our teens. I think you’re ready.”
She was ready. With only a month left of her internship, Kellie had been doing teen assessments on her own. She’d even facilitated the teen group sessions for the last few weeks. Kellie had shadowed her mentor, Ginny, for months. She knew how to conduct an adult assessment. She’d seen it done by the best.
Still, Kellie didn’t appreciate the way her heart pounded. Was it normal nerves or something else? She peeked again at the guy in the lobby and a flutter of attraction rippled through her.
Nope, not going there.
The guy moved with impatient grace, like some fairy-tale prince who’d lost his way to the castle, but he was no storybook