Greater Life Series Boxed Set

By Robin Merrill

Realistic characters; real God.

In this Christian romance box set, widowed matchmaker Cindy Harrington helps people in her congregation and community find and keep love. Happy endings guaranteed.

 

Book 1: Forgive and Remember
Shelby Beaton isn't running from her pain. She's running toward an opportunity to teach at Freedom Academy. When danger threatens, Lincoln Kallock brings his security team to protect the students. He soon notices his daughter's new teacher. She's beautiful, kind, and brave--and wants nothing to do with him. But fate keeps pushing them together, and despite her icy walls, she starts to warm up to him. Can he convince her to share her burden, so he can help her heal?

 

Book 2: A Good Day to Live
When paramedic Trace Hiller happens upon an accident after work, he tries to help the woman trapped in her car. When he reads the chilling text she's trying to write, he becomes even more determined to give her another chance at life. But Paige Valeo isn't sure she wants that chance. She's battling a darkness Trace can't understand. She wants to heal, but she can't seem to find the way. Trace wants to help without getting in the way. As truth starts to break through her darkness, she begins to see her life in a whole new light and wonders … What would happen if I let the love in?

Book 3: No Time to Win
Kyra Carter is a talented basketball coach driven to climb the career ladder, but her win-at-all-cost attitude has some people fuming. When those critics conspire to get her fired, the computer teacher is the only one she can trust. She can't believe he's willing to help, since she recently rejected him, but Brad Foster is a peacemaker who loves to help others. But will his help be enough? Can two people take on an entire college community? As they fight to clear her name, she tries to ignore her growing feelings. Settling down in this small town would be the end of her career. And no way would Brad leave his hometown to follow her. So, what's the point in falling in love? She doesn't have time for that. Kyra will have to choose: career ladder or real love. If she doesn't decide, she might end up with neither.

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Creation Publishing
• Release date: May 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223167471

Robin Merrill

Robin Merrill is an award-winning writer from rural Maine where she lives with her husband, their two children, and several furry friends. She has authored more than thirty books, and her poems, essays, and stories have appeared in hundreds of publications.Visit robinmerrill.com to join Robin's Readers and be the first to hear about new releases and special events. You can also find Robin on the following platforms:•Facebook: facebook.com/writerrobinmerrill•BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/robin-merrillTHE BOOKS:New Beginnings:•Knocking•Kicking•SearchingShelter Trilogy:•Shelter•Daniel•RevivalGertrude, Gumshoe Cozy Mystery Series:•Introducing Gertrude, Gumshoe•Gertrude, Gumshoe: Murder at Goodwill•Gertrude, Gumshoe and the VardSale Villain•Gertrude, Gumshoe: Slam Is Murder•Gertrude, Gumshoe: Gunslinger City•Gertrude, Gumshoe and the Clearwater CursePiercehaven Trilogy:•Piercehaven•Windmills•TrespassWing and a Prayer Mysteries:•The Whistle Blower•The Showstopper•The Pinch Runner•The Prima Donna (featuring Gertrude, Gumshoe)Would you like to see one of these series continued? Let the author know at robinmerrill.com.

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For the songwriters.

You never know whose heart you will

heal, help, change, and bless.

Thank you for your gift.

Forgive and Remember

Chapter 1

Shelby was relieved when her exit sign came into view. She signaled to turn off the interstate and onto famous Route 1. She’d had enough of I-95 for a lifetime. This was her second drive to Maine this month, and she was over it. One more trip back and forth, and then she’d be in Maine for good. Or at least, for a good long time.

She followed her GPS through the charming coastal towns of Brunswick and Bath. Then the traffic thinned out as she made her way north, to and through smaller towns. The summer scenery was breathtaking. She wasn’t sure she’d enjoy it as much in the winter, but she also thought she’d be okay. She might not be a tough Mainer yet, but New York winters were no picnic.

She was bound for Hartport, a good-sized town nestled nearly halfway up the Maine coast, to meet a woman she’d only talked to on the phone. She didn’t want to arrive in Hartport and immediately have to find a bathroom, so she made a quick pit stop at a gas station in Waldoboro.

There was a cute farm stand across the street. Good old Maine. So quaint. She hadn’t taken this job because she longed to move to Maine, but she thought she was going to like it here. She filled up her car and then drove across the road. She didn’t know what the farm stand would have to offer. She wasn’t excited about chomping down on a raw zucchini, but she could use a snack of some sort.

A bounty of delicious-looking apples appeared to be straight out of a Snow White prop room. She bought a half-peck and dropped her change into the tip jar.

Back in the car, the time on her dashboard made her nervous. This woman had seemed nice as pie, but she still didn’t want to be late. She cared what the citizens of Hartport thought of their new kindergarten teacher. She bit into one of her shiny new apples and put the pedal down.

Finally, the Hartport town line sign came into view, and she turned her music down as if that would help her find the church. She’d had her job interview at the school, which was right next door to the church, but she still wasn’t confident she wouldn’t drive by the place.

She didn’t. The Freedom Academy sign came into view, and just past that, a large white church sat nestled among the pines. The church looked like a postcard. In the church parking lot sat a blue pickup. A woman stood by the tailgate, smiling and enthusiastically waving at Shelby. Oh boy. She had sounded incredibly chipper on the phone as well. In general, happy people didn’t bother Shelby, but too much joy made her a little suspicious. Shelby signaled and turned into the parking lot.

The woman, who had to be Cindy, came toward her. Shelby? Her smile was even more pronounced up close.

Shelby climbed out of her car. That’s me! She tried to match the woman’s energy, but it didn’t come easily.

Cindy approached with her arms outspread. Are you a hugger?

She wasn’t, not really, but again, she didn’t want anyone to think their new Christian school teacher was an ice princess. Sure.

Cindy embraced her, and as hugs went, it was a good one. Warm and genuine. Cindy let go of her and stepped back, and Shelby decided she really liked Cindy.

Are you ready? Cindy asked.

I think so.

Great. Do you want me to drive, or do you want to drive, or would you rather take two vehicles?

Shelby froze. That was a lot of choices.

Cindy started toward her truck, waving her along. Come on. You’ve just had a long drive. I’ll take over.

Shelby exhaled. This was a good thing. She returned to her car, grabbed her purse, and locked up. Then she climbed into Cindy’s truck, and oh wow, it was old. A spring poked at her bottom through the seat, and something in front of her made a weird clunking sound. Could this thing even carry them around town safely?

Cindy read her mind. She patted the dashboard. Don’t worry. This old girl looks rough, but she is a champ. She put the truck in drive and then waited for Shelby to buckle up, which wasn’t easy as the buckle didn’t want to cooperate. Finally, it clicked into place. Cindy was looking at her. It was my husband’s. He loved it, and now I can’t bear to part with it.

Shelby nodded and looked out the windshield. I understand.

Cindy drove in a swooping circle around the parking lot and then pulled out onto the street. Okay, first up is an apartment right in town. They have a firm one-cat limit, but I sweet-talked them into making an exception for you. She looked at her. I told them that your cats were perfect angels, that they never have accidents and don’t scratch walls and ... She looked at Shelby expectantly, waiting for confirmation.

Uh ... that’s true about two of them. I have one problem child.

Cindy tipped her head back and laughed. Well, this first apartment wasn’t my favorite anyway.

Why’s that?

Cindy scrunched up her face. It’s right in town. Awfully busy spot.

This was exactly what Shelby had asked for. She was coming from New York City, for crying out loud. She didn’t think any spot in Hartport could be awfully busy. Let’s not tell him about my problem child, then. I’m sure he’ll want a security deposit, and I’m sure it will be big enough to cover any damage King Tut will do.

Cindy laughed, and despite herself, Shelby was greatly encouraged by this laughter. Cindy was a cool woman, and she’d made a cool woman laugh. Good on her! And also, Thank you, Father, for sending this woman to help me.

King Tut? What a great cat name.

Really? Shelby had always thought it was pretty stupid. I had a normal name picked out for him in the beginning, but then he immediately started acting like he was in charge of everything, so I started calling him King and then somehow that turned into King Tut. This made her sound like a nut. She was embarrassed.

I love it. King Tut. What are your other cats’ names?

Oh boy, and the hits just kept coming. Cleopatra and Jemima.

Cindy laughed and laughed. So the Cleopatra is on theme.

I call her Cleo for short.

She nodded. Sure, sure. She was treating this as if it was a worthwhile conversation. So how does Jemima fit in? That’s not an Egyptian name.

No, Jemima was my first. I just liked the name. Then came King Tut. And then Cleopatra just seemed to fit with the crowd.

Cindy was still smiling. It was nice to have someone find her so interesting. I like it, Cindy said. "You’re going to be a great kindergarten teacher. You’ve got such a good sense of humor."

Thank you.

Did you know that Jemima is a Bible name?

Yes. Job, right? But I didn’t know that when I named her. When she’d gotten Jemima, she hadn’t yet been anywhere near a Bible.

Exactly. When Job got his second batch of kids, Jemima was the oldest, I believe. She shook her head. I could never understand that part of the story.

What part?

"Well, Job loses everything, right? But then he gets everything back. I get that part. He was all good again. But he lost his children. His children! Sure, God gave him more children, but you can’t replace a child ..."

She kept talking, but Shelby tried to stop listening. A lump had formed in her throat, and her face was hot, which often happened before she cried, especially when she tried to hold tears back. She looked out her window and tried to think about something else.

Cindy had stopped talking and was looking at her as if waiting for her to say something.

I’m sorry? Shelby said lamely.

I asked if your Jemima was beautiful.

Oh yes.

Good. It’s fitting then. The Bible says Jemima was the most beautiful woman in the land.

She’s a calico. Shelby cleared her throat, making sure her voice sounded normal. She’s the perfect cat. When people think they should get a cat, they think about all the good things a cat can be. Well, that’s Jemima. Only maybe even a little better.

Aw, that’s so sweet. I look forward to meeting her.

Oh good! Cindy wanted to be her real friend!

She really doesn’t like King Tut. It’s funny. She avoids him as much as possible, and then Cleo follows her around— Stop. You sound like a crazy cat lady. So how did you get roped into this?

Into what?

Into being the Hartport real estate guide?

She laughed again. Well, my husband died not so long ago. Somehow, her smile never faded as she spoke these words. I had been a full-time caregiver, so all of a sudden, I had very little to do. Kind of drove me nuts. I mean, I have grown children and my grandkids, but they don’t need me twenty-four-seven. So I told Pastor that I would like to help out with tasks that involved welcoming new people.

Oh! And does your church get a lot of new people?

She seemed to be considering the question. I think so. I’m not sure what happens at other churches or what is expected, but yes, we have new people nearly every Sunday. There are jobs in Hartport, so people do move here, and sometimes we get locals looking for a new church or looking for their first church. She looked at her. Did you have a church back home?

Back home. Sounded so ... homey. Like she was from a farm near a small town. I did. I liked it a lot. More than liked it. That church had helped save her life.

Well, that’s tricky, then.

Huh? What do you mean?

Well, you’re going to be sad to be leaving your church, and you’re going to compare our church to it. Our church is a good church, but it’s hard to embrace a new place when you’re used to something you love. She looked at her quickly. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that you have to go to Greater Life. Of course, you can go anywhere. I only assumed that you would give us a try, and I shouldn’t have made that assumption.

No, no, Shelby said quickly. This woman was so kind, Shelby didn’t want her feeling bad for a single second. I had every intention of trying Greater Life. And of probably going there. It just makes sense.

Oh good. I hope you like it then. And if you have any questions or issues, please do come to me. I know just about everyone and am eager to help.

How big is it?

Cindy sucked in some air. It’s pretty big for around here. Maybe a few hundred members?

Cool. She didn’t know whether this was cool or not. But that’s the word that came out of her mouth.

So, is there a special someone back home?

If there was, she probably wouldn’t be moving to Maine. No. I didn’t have much time for dating. This was true. It also wasn’t the whole truth.

Chapter 2

There was no room in the small parking lot for Cindy’s truck, so she parked in the narrow street. Shelby wasn’t sure this was legal, but Cindy seemed confident and carefree, so Shelby went with it. Obviously, Cindy knew more about operating in Hartport, Maine than Shelby did.

The apartment wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t anything special. Floors and appliances were old and worn, and the views from the windows were mostly of the clapboard siding next door. She could live there. But nothing about the place called out home or yay.

Cindy was staring at her questioningly.

Meh, she said.

Cindy smiled. Right? The other ones are better. Let’s go.

Shelby followed her out the door. I’m not saying no, necessarily. She didn’t want Cindy telling the landlord anything yet. But I would like to see the others.

Cindy nodded as if this wasn’t new information. Let’s go look at number two then.

Shelby got into the truck.

Do you have any desire to let your cats go outside?

Shelby shook her head. Oh no. They’re indoor cats. City cats.

I figured. But they don’t have to be. Not anymore. I’m trying to decide which place to show you next. And one of the places is in the woods, so I wondered if you’d thought about letting them roam a little.

The woods? Where wild animals lived? Oh no, she said quickly. I’d be worried sick the whole time they were gone.

Cindy nodded and started driving. Well, let’s look anyway. The place is beautiful.

"How in the woods are we talking? I’m really not much for wilderness." Dancing around her kitchen to country music was about as country as she got.

It’s beautiful. You’ll love it.

This did not answer Shelby’s question. Did Cindy have some ulterior motive for pushing this place on her? Do you know the owner of this next place?

Oh, I know everybody.

That didn’t tell her much.

Shelby tried not to be annoyed as they left town behind. Are we going inland?

Yes. Why, did you want an ocean view?

Oh no, not necessarily. I was just trying to get my bearings.

We’re almost there. A minute later, she turned onto a dirt road.

You have got to be kidding me.

Another mile, and she was pulling up a long driveway. She hadn’t been kidding about the woods. They were surrounded by trees. She was right about the beauty too. It was gorgeous. But that didn’t mean Shelby wanted to live here.

The building came into view, and it was tiny.

Wait. How many units is that?

Cindy laughed. Just the one. She parked the truck.

Was this woman insane? Shelby didn’t want to live in the middle of the forest alone. She’d never sleep again!

Her horror had to be obvious, but still Cindy opened her door. Come on. You’ll love it.

She most definitely would not love it. But Cindy was already out of the truck, so grudgingly, Shelby followed.

And yes, it was nice. It was a beautiful little cabin in the woods. Cindy took her from room to room and then stopped in the kitchen. What do you think?

I think this is in the woods.

Cindy’s smile faltered. So, that’s a no?

Did she really think she’d be able to convince her to live here? I’m sorry, but yes, that’s a no. I really would like to be in town.

The plowing is included.

Oh wow, she hadn’t even thought of that. The snow! She would get buried in an avalanche out here! That’s nice, but ...

Okay. Obviously disappointed, Cindy went for the door.

Relieved, Shelby followed. But she felt bad for disappointing her new friend. You’re right. It is beautiful. But I can’t imagine myself living out here all alone. I would be terrified.

Oh. Cindy seemed surprised to hear this.

Every time a stick snapped, I would call the police.

She laughed and started the truck. Might be smarter to call the game warden, but I understand.

She did? Shelby studied her. Yes, it seemed she had given up on her big push for this crazy cabin in the woods. Thank you for showing it to me.

You’re quite welcome. We’ve got two more to look at, but please be honest if you don’t like them. I can try to find more options if I need to.

Oh, if I don’t love the next two, then I can go with the first one. It wasn’t that bad.

Cindy grimaced. It wasn’t that good, either. She drove them back toward the ocean and then onto a cute little side street lined with what looked like single-family homes, and they were painted in bright and cheery colors.

I like this neighborhood!

Good. It’s a bit pricey, but it’s very close to church and school.

Pricey? She’d already seen the prices, and they had all been comparable. Is the price higher than what you sent me earlier?

Oh, no, no, she said quickly. These landlords are members of Greater Life, and they’re giving you the special teacher rate.

Oh, wow, that’s awesome.

Yeah. They know how much you make. Cindy laughed. Your salary is listed in the church budget.

The ocean came into view. I can’t believe there are normal houses here with views like this. I would think it would all be tourist stuff. Or condos.

"I know what you mean, but it’s an old town with families who’ve been here for generations. Usually they’re the people who end up in town government, and they usually try to make decisions that help keep this a working town for real Mainers."

Interesting.

Yes. Maine is an interesting place. She stopped in front of a blue house across the street from the ocean.

Shelby looked up at it. It was an adorable two-story house with a cute little yard. I think this is the one.

Cindy laughed. You’d better see the inside first. It’s pretty small.

Small, Shelby could do. She’d been doing it her whole life. She followed Cindy inside. There was a door to her right and stairs ahead. Two units?

Yes. You’d have the whole second floor, but like I said, it’s a small floor.

She followed Cindy up the staircase and then through the doorway. She gasped. "It’s furnished?"

I didn’t know that either.

They stood in the cutest little living room. From there, she could see the tiny kitchen and a small dining area—she gasped again. Oh my goodness! She stepped closer to the table, over which a giant window gave them an ocean view.

I think you’re right, Cindy said. Let’s go look at the bedroom.

The bedroom was tiny, as was the bathroom. Shelby didn’t care. She looked at Cindy triumphantly. I don’t need to see option number four.

Okay, great. I’ll let the landlords know. You’ll like them. They’re very nice. She took her phone out of her pocket and slowly typed out a message.

Normally, Shelby would have been impatient, but she was enjoying being in this great apartment. She couldn’t wait to live here. She wasn’t ever going to want to leave.

August 9

Dearest Frank,

I think I’ve found her! A woman for Lincoln! You know I’ve been praying over my list of singles, and you also know that he’s been at the top of the list. Well, as much as you can know. I don’t know how much you know in heaven. And I don’t know how much you care about things that go on down here now that you’re up there with a greater understanding of everything. But anyway, I am still down here, and I still care, and it helps me to think that you do too.

So, my point is, I met a wonderful woman today. Her name is Shelby, and I think she’s perfect for Lincoln! Thank you, Father! And the best part is, she’s the new kindergarten teacher at Freedom, and his little girl is going to be in her class! So I won’t even need to do much work to try to push them together. Looks like God’s going to do all the work this time.

I’ll keep you posted. Miss you so much.

Love,

Cindy

Chapter 3 

"Come on !" Charlotte tugged at her father’s hand impatiently.

I’m coming, I’m coming, Lincoln said, "and stop bossing me around. I’m the parent, remember?"

Charlotte’s face fell.

They went up the steps, and he opened the front door of his childhood home. They stepped inside, and he could already hear his mother and sister arguing in the kitchen. He and Charlotte took off their shoes and then headed toward the noise.

Violet! Charlotte cried. She left her father in the dust in favor of her teenage cousin. Lincoln couldn’t blame her. Violet was pretty cool. And Charlotte loved her.

Violet scooped Charlotte up and set her on her lap.

He was grateful that Violet was such a good kid. He and Charlotte spent a lot of time with his extended family. If there were some rebellious teens in the mix, he wouldn’t be so excited about putting Charlotte under their influence.

He caught his sister’s eye.

You’re late, Ivy said.

Oh, leave your brother alone, his mother said from the stove.

Sorry. Had some trouble at work. He pulled a chair out and sat. Then he patted the chair beside him. Come on, Charlotte. Come sit.

I want to sit with Violet.

He sighed. You can sit with her after you eat. You’re too big to sit in her lap while she eats.

Both Charlotte and Violet looked disappointed, but Charlotte slid out of her lap and obeyed him.

More trouble? his mother asked. How many people are trying to rob an art museum?

He sighed again. He’d explained this before. They’re not always trying to rob it. But we have lots of other sorts of trouble. People do stupid things. Especially teenagers, he thought but didn’t say aloud because he didn’t want to offend Violet or her brother Noah.

Well, I wish you’d find a safer line of work, his mother said.

"Mom, it’s an art museum. It’s not Fallujah."

I know, but why do you have to be a security guard at all? Why can’t you get a job that doesn’t require you protecting someone?

Let’s talk about something else, Ivy tried.

Mom finally sat down. Sure, let’s. Met any interesting women lately, Lincoln?

Ivy groaned.

He was grateful for Ivy’s support. Nobody told me today was open season on my life.

I’m not shooting at you, honey. I love you.

He knew that. He knew she meant well, but it was still annoying. I’ve told you. Finding a woman is not on the top of my priority list. If God dropped one into his lap, well, then, he wouldn’t argue, but he didn’t think it was worth the effort to go out looking for one. It was way too hard. Most women his age were already married.

His mother leaned across the table. She glanced at Charlotte and then lowered her voice. Don’t you want to give her a sibling?

Mom, you don’t need to whisper. She can hear you. She’s right here.

She leaned back. Now she was the one who was annoyed.

Leave him alone, Mother, his father said.

She summarily ignored him.

If God gives me more children, great. If not, that’s great too. He’d done a lot of healing since Charlotte’s mother had left, and he was truly content with his life the way it was. He had God. He had Charlotte. He had gratifying work. He was healthy. Life was good.

His mother looked so sad that he felt guilty.

Is that what this is really about? You want more grandchildren?

She flinched. There’s no such thing as too many grandchildren. But no, what I really want is for you to be happy.

He leaned forward and held his hand out to her. She tentatively reached out and took it. "I promise you, Mom. I am happy. I have everything I need." He tried to be convincing.

It must have worked because her expression softened. Okay, dear.

What about me? Ivy cried. Why isn’t anyone trying to find me a spouse?

Mom, stop, Noah said.

Don’t worry, Lincoln’s father said. Your mother is constantly trying to find you a spouse too. I just usually veto anyone she picks out long before you hear of it.

Ivy’s look of surprise slid into one of gratitude. Thank you, Dad.

Can we please eat? Noah cried.

Lincoln laughed. Yes. Let’s eat.

Say grace then, Linc, his mother ordered.

He bowed his head. Thank you, Father, for this wonderful family, even when we do get into each other’s business a bit.

Violet snickered.

Thank you for this food. Thank you for our health. Thank you for your constant provision. You always know what we need. In Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.

Chapter 4

Shelby wished she wasn’t so nervous. It was just church. She’d been going to church alone since she’d started going to church, but right now she really wished she had someone else to walk in with.

Cindy.

Shelby looked around the parking lot. Was she here yet? Her eyes landed on the truck. It was empty. Of course. Cindy had probably been here for hours already, mopping floors and baking cookies and teaching Sunday school. She laughed at her own silent joke and then told her feet to get moving. Slowly, they carried her inside.

Shelby!

She startled. What, had Cindy been waiting right inside the door for her? Cindy wrapped her in a big hug. When she let go, she stood beside her and looped her arm through Shelby’s. Let me introduce you to folks. She semi-dragged Shelby around the large lobby, rattling off names that Shelby knew she couldn’t possibly remember.

But Shelby was encouraged by how kind everyone was. They seemed genuinely happy to meet her. When she had a second between introductions, she said, This sure is one friendly church.

Cindy leaned close to her ear and whispered, There are some stinkers, but I’ve avoided them.

Shelby laughed, probably too loudly. Thank you, I guess.

Cindy gave her arm an affectionate squeeze. You’ll meet all of them soon enough. And then they were at their next stop, and there were more names to forget.

Finally, Cindy said, Would you like to sit with me?

What a great offer. I would love to.

Cindy led her to the front pew. Of course.

They settled in, and Shelby tried to take in the sights. It was a welcoming, modern sanctuary. She’d wondered if moving to Maine would be like time travel, and she would have to step out of her time machine and into an old-fashioned church with rigid traditions and cranky people. But this wasn’t bad. The pews even had cushions.

Oh! Cindy cried and popped up.

Oh no.

Someone else just came in who you should meet. Without asking her permission, she pulled her to a stand and then back up the aisle they went.

This person must be pretty important to warrant this level of urgency.

Cindy stopped pulling, and Shelby looked up at the man in front of her. Oh boy. Her eyes locked with his, and she wished they hadn’t. He was incredibly handsome, and her obnoxious subconscious had already clocked that there was no ring on his hand.

This is Lincoln Kallock. He’s a wonderful person to know. He’s a long-time local and very helpful.

Lincoln offered his hand, which Shelby took. It was large, strong, and warm. Shelby wished she hadn’t taken it. She dropped the handshake early.

He flinched a little.

And Lincoln, this is Shelby Beaton, Charlotte’s new teacher.

His eyes widened. Oh! Wow, that’s great. Thanks for your service!

She hadn’t done anything yet. You’re welcome, she said shyly.

No, really, he said. Teaching is hard. We know that. So we really love our Freedom Academy teachers. Please do let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.

She nodded weakly.

Shelby is from New York City, Cindy said, and Shelby wished the floor would swallow her.

Hi, the little girl beside Lincoln piped up.

Shoot. A real kindergarten teacher would have noticed and greeted the child right away. Shelby knelt on the pew and bent a little to bring herself closer to eye level. She held out her hand. Hello. My name is Miss Beaton. And you must be Charlotte?

She lit up as she eagerly shook Shelby’s hand.

Charlotte is a lovely name. And it’s lovely to meet you.

Charlotte dropped her hand, and Shelby stood up straight, keenly aware that Lincoln was watching her closely. Music started playing behind her, and she tried to hide her relief. She smiled at Lincoln. Nice to meet you. She spun around and headed back to the front row as the congregation stood to sing.

She made it back to her pew and let out a long, relieved breath. Then she looked at the lyrics on the screen. Shelby didn’t know the song, but she tried to keep up.

Cindy stood on her tiptoes and whispered into her ear, Lincoln is a veteran. He’s a wonderful man.

Shelby didn’t know what to say.

Cindy didn’t wait for a response. She just returned to her singing. Shelby tried to do the same.

Chapter 5

Lincoln tried to focus on singing, which should have been easy, as he liked this old familiar song, and it was in his limited vocal range—but he was distracted. First, that woman had been beyond beautiful. And second, the way Cindy Harrington had been grinning at him like some obsessed cupid, the new teacher was obviously single.

Cindy the matchmaker. She’d tried with him before, but it hadn’t worked. Now she was at it again, and he had to admit, this time he liked her pick a lot better. You can’t judge a woman based on her looks, he silently scolded himself. But how unpleasant could a kindergarten teacher be? She had seemed awfully sweet when she’d bent down to greet his daughter. He sighed. He was glad he couldn’t see her from where he stood. He needed to focus.

The song ended, and he vowed to himself that he would be more engaged with the next one. Charlotte pulled on his hand. He looked down at her. "Miss Beaton is sooo pretty," she said loudly enough for most of the congregation to hear.

Shh! His finger flew to his lips. He was really grateful Cindy had dragged Shelby all the way to the front row.

Several people in the vicinity turned to smile at Charlotte. He tried not to be too embarrassed. No one knew who Miss Beaton was—right? The way everyone was looking at him made him think otherwise. What, had Cindy shared her matchmaking plans with everyone? No, that wasn’t how she worked. She was usually a little more subtle than that. The second song started, and he waited for the lyrics to start.

Don’t you think she’s pretty? Charlotte hollered over the drums.

He dropped into his pew and pulled Charlotte close. Yes, she’s very pretty, but we need to sing right now, okay?

She stuck her bottom lip out.

So no more talking unless it’s really, really important, okay?

KK, she whispered.

He smiled. KK was Charlotte’s version of okay. She had agreed to be quiet, but she was obviously disappointed. Her little mind was stuck on Miss Beaton, just like his.

He stood back up and started singing, but he still couldn’t focus. His lips were moving, and the correct words were coming out in mostly the correct order, but he wasn’t thinking about praising the Lord. Why on earth would a woman from New York City move to Hartport, Maine to teach at a Christian school that paid next to nothing? That didn’t make any sense. He could understand why someone would want to move from the big city to a medium-sized town on the Maine coast; it was the second part that baffled him.

Freedom Academy teachers were usually either parents or relatives of kids who went there. That was one reason no one ever retired from Freedom Academy. Their kids would grow up, and then they would go find a job that paid better. And many of them didn’t even last that long. He couldn’t blame them. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said that teaching was hard. Teachers had to deal with kids and with parents. And at Freedom, they had to deal with crazy church politics.

He didn’t envy any of them.

And then randomly, a gorgeous woman decides to move to Hartport, Maine and take up the mantle. How strange.

A crazy thought popped into his head. He knew it wasn’t true, but he enjoyed how funny it was. Maybe Cindy was recruiting. Since Cindy had lost her husband, she’d found a new hobby in matchmaking. Maybe she’d taken this new hobby up a notch and had started importing people from away? He could see the website clearly: Come to beautiful coastal Maine! Guaranteed marriage within the year! It was like a modern-day mail-order bride service, except that knowing Cindy, she would also try to import husbands. He almost laughed aloud. This was absurd, of course. Cindy was exuberant about life, but she wasn’t a total nutso.

One thing he was sure of, though: If Cindy had been trying to play cupid, Shelby hadn’t been in on it. She hadn’t looked pleased to be dragged into the introduction. In fact, she hadn’t looked pleased about anything until she’d stooped to shake his little girl’s hand. Then her face had lit up.  She was going to be a great kindergarten teacher.

August 30

Dear Frank,

Church was great today! And I got to introduce Shelby and Lincoln. I’ll admit, there weren’t quite the fireworks I expected. Lincoln was impressed. I could see it in his eyes. But she was a little cold. Oh well, I’m not giving up yet! School will start soon, and hopefully they’ll get to know each other a little better.

Dale asked after you today. I got choked up just talking to him. I’m not the only one who misses you!

Love,

Cindy

Chapter 6

Shelby’s stomach felt like a whirlpool with a bunch of hyper kids splashing around in it. She knew she shouldn’t be as nervous as she was. A month ago she’d been handling multi-million-dollar advertising accounts.

Now she had to face eleven kindergartners. 

How hard could it be?

Pretty hard, she worried. The truth was—the truth she would never admit to anyone ever—was that she didn’t particularly love children. She didn’t hate them either, of course. It wasn’t like she went out of her way to avoid them, but she certainly wouldn’t be the first person to volunteer for a babysitting gig.

Yet here she was. Because she was pretty sure this was what God wanted from her.

She glanced at the clock for the thirtieth time in five minutes. It was almost time.

She surveyed her room. It was clean and decorated to the best of her ability. Her degree was in marketing, not education, and certainly not early childhood education, but she had spent a good amount of time reading teachers’ blogs and magazine articles, and she’d learned a lot. Not enough, certainly, but a lot. She would do the best she could, and since she had been the only one to apply for the job, she hoped administration would be satisfied with her best.

She heard chaos in the lobby. It was time. She stepped out into the gym, and it looked as if she was the last to do so. A few of the nearby teachers smiled at her encouragingly. She wished it helped, but her belly continued to torment her.

She went to stand in front of the front row of chairs. These first two rows were hers.

Neat rows of folding metal chairs took up half the gym. Freedom Academy started every first day of school with a chapel service, and parents were invited. Shelby fervently hoped that the parents of her students would decline that invitation, but she doubted this hope would become a reality.

Sure enough, here the kids came, and yes, they were cute, and yes, they had parents. The first was a little girl in a sharp new dress, who smiled up at her confidently before sliding into the front row with her mom. Shelby put on her diplomatic smile. Welcome.

Next came a terrified little boy. His mother was essentially dragging him down the aisle. Shelby tried to reassure him with eye contact and a smile, but he buried his face in his mother’s side.

Shelby looked up for the next student, and her breath caught. It was the man from church ... Lincoln. His eyes met hers, and he flashed her a smile that nearly knocked her backward. Good grief, how could a man that handsome be single?

Well, she didn’t know he was single, only that he didn’t wear a wedding ring. He could easily have a girlfriend—or three—and he likely did.

Charlotte broke away from him and ran toward her, slamming her tiny body into Shelby’s with such force that Shelby had to step back to keep from toppling over. Charlotte threw her arms around Shelby and buried the side of her face in her stomach.

Something shifted in Shelby’s core. Her nerves abated, and her fake smile faltered as a warmth filled her from toes to top. She returned the embrace, resting her hands on a tiny, sparkly, pink backpack. Well, good morning, Charlotte, she said to the top of her head.

Sorry, Lincoln said in his deep voice as he reached out to pull Charlotte off.

Charlotte tightened her grip.

It’s okay, Shelby said.

Lincoln was still pulling, and his smile was gone. She thought he might be embarrassed.

It really is okay. She wanted to ease his embarrassment. She leaned closer to him. I’m so nervous, I really needed a hug.

He stopped pulling and looked at her. Slowly, his smile returned. Oh. Well ... good, then. He gave his daughter a gentler tug. But you do have to let go of her, Char. She’s got other students.

Charlotte did loosen her grip then, but before she let go, she looked up at Shelby and said, You’re so pretty. Then, still wearing that precious smile, went to find a chair, leaving her father and her new teacher a little dumbstruck.

Shelby, trying to collect herself, suddenly realized how close she was standing to Lincoln and stepped away quickly.

She didn’t know if he noticed, but he did take that opportunity to go sit beside his daughter.

Shelby exhaled. Well, that had been an eventful sixty seconds.

Her rows were filling up. She counted ten children. Only one straggler to come.

And apparently, he was going to be late. The principal stepped up to the podium, and she hurried to sit. Good morning, everyone! I am Paul Sennitt, and I am the principal here. He sounded a bit puffed up for a principal of a tiny school no one had ever heard of. Welcome to Freedom Academy!

The enthusiasm of the applause surprised Shelby. Were these kids actually excited to go to school? She was sitting with the little kids, so it was possible. The high schoolers were in the back rows. Maybe they weren’t so exuberant.

Mr. Sennitt raised his hands and then lowered them, and the ruckus died down accordingly. Thank you for your energy. It is very encouraging. Use it up now, so it’s gone when you get to the classroom. He laughed at his own joke. He was the only one who did. We are so excited about this school year. In just a minute, the Greater Life music team is going to lead us in a few songs, and then your superintendent will be bringing a short message. But first, we have a few announcements. Enrollment is up this year, so we are implementing a new traffic pattern for drop-off and pick-up. A few parents groaned. I know, I know. We were just getting the hang of the last one. But please follow the orange cones and be patient with each other as we try to get our students loaded and unloaded as quickly as possible. He looked down at his papers. Then he looked up quickly. And safely. He laughed awkwardly. And we still need people to help with the kickoff cookout. If you want us to stop pestering you with those cookout emails, then you need to volunteer! We need several more people if we’re going to pull this off. Don’t forget, it’s a great community building event that a lot of people look forward to. And there will be hot dogs! Everyone loves hot dogs!

Shelby cringed. Where did they find this guy?

Principal Paul looked around the room. Now I’d like to introduce you all to our three new teachers!

Shelby had been warned about this, so she headed right for the front as he called out the names.

He lined them up, and Shelby felt quite conspicuous. In particular, she could feel Lincoln’s eyes on her. Please, Father, free me from this distraction. Then, worried that she’d just asked for something terrible, she rephrased, Please help me to not be distracted. You don’t have to do anything to him. Then she felt foolish for thinking God hadn’t known what she’d meant the first time.

The principal handed a microphone to the teacher beside her. Introduce yourself and tell the Freedom Family why you’ve decided to teach here.

Oh no. She hadn’t been warned about this. She panicked. What was she supposed to say?

My name is Patricia Toll, and I’ll be teaching seventh grade. My youngest child is starting pre-K this year, so that freed me up to serve here full time! She held the microphone out toward Shelby, who glared at it for a few seconds before taking it into her trembling hand.

My name is Shelby Beaton, and I am your new kindergarten teacher. She pretended to forget the second half of her assignment and pass the mic on early, but the principal was on the ball.

And why did you decide to teach here?

How on earth was she supposed to answer that, and even if she had a good answer, was that really the business of this room full of strangers?

I just really love children, she said and then practically threw the microphone. The teacher beside her bobbled it and almost dropped it, but Shelby didn’t even feel guilty. She just wanted it away from her.

She felt nauseous now, and she was sure her cheeks were red. She’d just lied to a gym full of Christians, but what was she supposed to do? It’s not like she could tell them the truth.

Chapter 7

Shelby sat in a circle with her eleven five-year-olds. It was Charlotte’s turn to share. My name is Charlotte, and I like ... She touched her chin and stared at the wall. She’d already had ten minutes to come up with something, but that was okay. Shelby wasn’t in a hurry. I like to dance! Charlotte finally said.

Oh, how nice, Shelby said. Do you take dance lessons?

The question surprised Charlotte. No. I dance in my room.

Oh! Shelby said with exaggerated excitement. You’re a natural.

Her acting worked. Charlotte nodded proudly.

And what do you like to learn about? Shelby asked.

Animals.

Good, she’d nailed that one. Good job. She looked at the next student. And what’s your name?

This was the kid who hadn’t stopped crying until his mother left. Travis.

Hi, Travis. And what do you like to do for fun?

Computer games.

How nice. And what do you like to learn about?

Computer games.

Someone knocked on her open door, and she turned to see the secretary. The look on her face made it clear something was wrong.

Shelby got up out of her tiny chair and stepped out into the gym.

We received a threatening email. Her voice was quiet but laced with panic. They’re calling all the parents and sending everyone home. She glanced at the door. Get the kids ready. Parents will be showing up soon.

Threatening? Could she be more vague? You mean like a bomb threat? Shouldn’t they be getting out of the building?

She hesitated as if she wasn’t sure how much the new kindergarten teacher was supposed to know. I didn’t read the email, but something about a shooting.

Good grief, they hadn’t even been in school for two hours yet.

Okay, I’ll get them ready. She turned to go back to her room. Thank you. She looked at her students, still sitting in the circle. Well this truly stunk. What was she supposed to tell them? This hadn’t been covered in any of the blogs she’d read. She glanced at her windows. Okay, everyone, pick up your chairs. She picked up hers. And move them over to this wall. She started toward the outside wall.

Why? Travis asked.

She ignored him.

Charlotte dropped her chair right in front of the window.

Down here, honey.

She slid her chair closer to Shelby’s.

Everyone was now out of sight of the windows. Good job. She sat in her chair. They are going to let us leave school early, so your—

Why? Travis asked with far more alarm than he’d expressed the last time he’d asked the question.

I’m not sure of the details. I think your parents might be able to explain when they get here.

She stood up again. I’m going to go get your bags for you, okay? You stay here. She crossed to the cubbies and grabbed half the backpacks.

She was returning with her second trip when the first parent showed up. That was quick, Shelby said.

I live just down the street. This woman was terrified. She came in, took her son by his shoulders, and hustled him out of the room.

Why is she scared? Charlotte asked and then before Shelby could answer her, she repeated, Why is Aiden’s mom scared?

Shelby didn’t know what to say. She matched the backpacks in her hands to their owners and then sat and looked at Charlotte. There’s nothing to be scared of, honey.

Charlotte seemed to accept this.

Shelby considered having them all pray, but she thought that might frighten them. So she prayed silently as she tried to encourage them aloud. Father, whatever this is, protect us from it. So, who’s turn was it in our game? A girl who had already taken her turn introduced herself again. Thwart their plans, God.

I like to learn about penguins! she announced. Last time she’d said she liked to learn about maple syrup. The girl’s interests were varied.

Shelby looked at a little boy who hadn’t gone yet. And what’s your name? Father, protect us. Keep these children and their parents safe.

One by one, the parents arrived. Most were polite. A few seemed concerned, but no one acted as terrified as Aiden’s mother had. At least two of them were visibly annoyed. Shelby couldn’t blame them. They’d probably just gotten to work when they’d been told to get back into their cars.

Suddenly, it was just Shelby and Charlotte.

Where’s my dad? Despite Shelby’s efforts, Charlotte was scared.

Shelby scooted her chair closer and put her arm around her. I’m sure he’s on his way. Did he go to work today?

Charlotte nodded, but she didn’t seem sure.

And where does your dad work? The question only made her feel a little bit like a stalker.

He works with paintings.

What? What do you mean? Is he a painter? It was hard to picture that. He’d looked more like a mechanic or a lumberjack or a firefighter. Not that painters couldn’t look like lumberjacks, but she didn’t think that was typically the case.

Charlotte shook her head. He works at a building with lots of paintings.

Oh, you mean like an art gallery?

She nodded.

Huh. An art gallery. And the surprises just kept coming. And what does he do at the art gallery?

She shrugged and looked at her toes. He says he puts out fires.

Maybe he was a firefighter after all.

Probably not. To her knowledge, art galleries typically didn’t employ firefighters.

Shelby looked at the clock. It had been well over an hour since the secretary had first delivered the news. Do you know if the art gallery is in Hartport?

Charlotte shook her head, but it wasn’t clear if she was saying no, the gallery wasn’t in Hartport or no, she didn’t know.

Hartport was big enough to have an art gallery, but if Lincoln worked in Belfast or Portland, that would explain why he hadn’t arrived yet.

The secretary appeared in her doorway again. Charlotte is the only one left. Her fear was palpable, and it was obvious that she was annoyed that any kid was left. Had someone told