Always on My Mind by Susan May Warren

Author:Susan May Warren [Warren, Susan May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION / Christian / Romance, FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
ISBN: 9781414378442
Google: FSwtBAAAQBAJ
Amazon: 1414378440
Barnesnoble: 1414378440
Goodreads: 24217036
Publisher: Tyndale
Published: 2013-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Casper wasn’t sure what really transpired at lunch, but by the time he returned home—bypassing the historical society for a take-out burger and fries from the VFW—he’d decided that maybe he should stop dissecting his conversation with Raina and just . . . be her friend.

The impulse, the thought, solidified inside him. And it seemed she longed for it also because she’d shaken his hand and even acted like she meant it.

Aye, aye, Captain. Her friendly moniker dredged up tangible, heartbreaking memories of last summer’s nickname. Captain, my Captain.

If he didn’t watch his heart, this could really hurt. Unless . . . he kept praying for her.

Lord, help her to see that You love her.

Casper pulled up to the lodge and got out, cheered by the sight of his father’s truck in the lot. Indeed, when he opened the door, the smell of his mother’s homemade spaghetti met his nose.

So much for the burger and soggy fries. “Mom?”

Ingrid Christiansen came around the corner, so much joy on her face it turned him into a child. Thirteen or maybe five and wanting to leap into her embrace.

“Casper!” She threw her arms around him, pulled his head down to her shoulder. “You’re home.”

He held on. It seemed she’d lost weight, but she still had that softness to her, the sense of belonging that made him feel that no matter what sins he committed, he could find forgiveness in her smile. “Mom.”

She squeezed him a bit longer, then stepped back and held him at arm’s length. She wore jeans and a long-sleeved blue thermal shirt, a fleece headband in her bobbed blonde hair, as if she hadn’t just gone tromping off like a hippie, backpacking through Europe.

“When Darek wrote that you’d come home, I told your dad we had to cut our trip short—”

“And I told her that you needed time to get on your feet again.” John Christiansen came from the next room, wearing jeans, a green woolen shirt, a baseball cap on his bald head. “Son, it’s so good to see you.”

He reached out to shake Casper’s hand, then pulled him tight. Clapped him on the back. “You look good.”

Casper nodded, a little unsettled at the emotion in his chest. “Thanks, Dad. I got a job at the Wild Harbor.”

“That’s what Darek said.”

Ingrid took the take-out bag, looked inside, and made a face. “I’ll put this in the fridge for later.”

He followed her to the kitchen, sliding onto a stool. “So how was Europe?”

Ingrid looked at John, and something in their exchange had Casper frowning. Then she said, “Good. Interesting.”

“Casper! You’re home.”

He stilled, then turned to see—Amelia?—trotting down the stairs.

No, gliding. The girl who’d left Deep Haven in a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt arrived home in a deep-blue dress, a gold belt, her red hair long around her shoulders. She looked . . .

Grown-up.

“It’s so lovely to see you!”

Lovely . . . ?

She reached the bottom, walked over to him, slipped into his embrace. “I missed you!”

“Sis—hi. Wow. You look great.

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