Never Say Goodbye by Susan May Warren

Author:Susan May Warren [Warren, Susan May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SDG Publishing

Roman stood at the kitchen window, staring at the wind-swept whiteness. Beyond him, the forest seemed colorless, the sunlight unable to cut through the torrent of flakes that seemed to come from all directions. Sarai paused for only a second on the ladder, fighting the urge to run back to the loft and bury herself under the comforter in the safety of the guest bed. Thanks to him—and his caustic accusations—she’d spent the better part of the night fighting her doubts.

Of course she trusted God. She was a missionary, for crying out loud.

Her brain felt sleep-addled, and her body craved coffee. She’d have to just ignore Mr. Smug.

That might be easier if Roman didn’t have a physique carved from a daily routine in the gym. The way he filled out his black sweater and a pair of jeans only upped his stun power. With her fuzzy brain, she knew she might be a goner.

Especially if he turned and looked into her soul again with those probing hazel eyes. He was downright dangerous when his voice turned soft and he leaned close, smelling of wood smoke and cologne.

You’re over him, Sarai.

Yeah, right. Tell that to her pulse.

She padded across the room to the kitchen, wincing when a floorboard creaked.

He didn’t turn. “I know you’re there, Sar. I heard you upstairs pacing.” He sighed, stared down at the cup he held in his hands. Tea. Probably green…the guy made eating healthy seem as easy as taking a breath.

Not her—she’d choose a bag of tortilla chips, some cheese dip, and a can of Diet Coke for breakfast any day of the week.

But this day it would be coffee, and thankfully, Anya had instant in her cupboard. Sarai lit the flame under the stove, then wrapped her arms around herself. She felt oh-so-lovely with her rumpled jeans, her frowsy hair, and nonexistent makeup.

“Did you sleep well?”

A wry chuckle escaped before she could stop it. He turned, raised one eyebrow.

She didn’t respond. Roman had stoked the fire in the potbelly stove. It blazed warm and inviting, and she knelt before it, toasting her hands. To be warm inside this tiny cabin while outside the world turned white seemed so safe, so otherworldly. Thank you, Lord, for this place. And for Genye and Anya. If they hadn’t shown up, she might have had to sleep in her frozen ambulance. Her practical inner missionary knew she shouldn’t be alone with Roman in the cabin overnight.

Genye and Anya’s bedroom door remained closed. She heard the water come to a boil. Roman had turned back to the window, still surveying the weather. Sarai rose and filled her cup with water then added coffee, making sure it looked black. Very, very black.

She sat at the table, cupped both hands around the mug, and blew. “So, I guess we’re snowed in?”

Not that she particularly hankered to go anywhere, thank you. His little tirade last night didn’t change her mind in the least.

In fact, if he so desperately wanted to risk his thick neck, she wouldn’t judge him.

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