A Bridge Unbroken (A Miller's Creek Novel) by Cathy Bryant

Author:Cathy Bryant [Bryant, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WordVessel Press
Published: 2014-04-26T00:00:00+00:00

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Man, how could he find the words to pray with his heart ripped to shreds and bleeding? Chance filled his lungs with the fresh air, immediately comforted. "Lord Jesus, thank You for loving us and for Your forgiveness. Help me move past my fears, bitterness, and judgmental attitudes. I also pray that You'll help Dakota as she tries to deal with her own stuff from the past. Show me how I can help her. Help us find a way to move on from here and finish the work You've given us to do. We ask this all in Jesus' name, Amen."

Big crocodile tears pooled in Dakota's eyes as she stared at the bridge.

His heart picked up its pace. Was he somehow getting through to her? Was God? Instinctively he pulled her into his arms and hugged her close.

Her tears multiplied, but he didn't try to stop them. She'd never been one for displays of emotion, had always been one who refused to cry. Memories pulled him to the day she'd sliced her hand open on a piece of flashing. Tears had glistened that day, but she'd practically bitten a hole through her bottom lip to keep them from coursing down her cheeks. Maybe a good cry was exactly what she needed.

Finally she pulled away and immediately turned her back to him, wiping tears away.

This was twice in three days for her. Progress.

When she faced him again, her walls were up, just as he'd expected. "So about the bridge. Do you think it's worth repairing?"

With weathered boards and a leaning structure, it would require time, materials, and effort. "Definitely." He took hold of her chin and turned her face toward him. "What about you? You think it's worth the effort?"

She pulled away from his touch. "Not sure actually. It's not like we use it that often anyway. Not sure it's worth the cost involved." Dakota peered over the side at the deep water. "Or the risk."

"The water won't always be so deep and fast."

"Yeah, but the distance to the bottom is the same. And it's a lot of hard work. Maybe we should just concentrate on getting the house finished."

A smile worked onto his face. Her and her tendency toward fear and running away. "The house will get finished, Dakota. I know it might not seem like it right now, but it will. And we'll have time to rebuild the bridge, too. Besides part of Grampa's request was making the property viable as a farm, remember?"

She nodded reluctantly, but didn't speak.

"So what do you think? Can we continue to work together?"

Her green eyes held doubt. "I want us to, but I can't offer you anything but friendship."

He studied her face, committing its every detail to memory. Her perfect nose with just a small sprinkling of freckles. Her pointy chin. Her soulful eyes. Friendship was enough, at least for now. The only way he could get her to open up to him was spend time with her. The only way he could spend time with her was working on the farm and house.

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