Miracles in Disguise (The Trampled Rose Series) Read online

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  More from Michelle Lynn Brown

  Miracles in Disguise

  Michelle Lynn Brown

  Miracles in Disguise - Book One in the Trampled Rose Series

  Copyright © 2013 Michelle Brown

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  ISBN-13: 978-1456521066

  ISBN-10: 1456521063

  Cover Design by Michelle Brown

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  No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, posted on any website, or transmitted in any form without written permission from the publisher, except for brief quotations in printed reviews and articles.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to locations, actual events, or persons, either living or dead, is coincidental.

  Scripture taken from NLT. Holy Bible. New Living Translation copyright© 1996, 2004, 2007 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

  This book is dedicated to…

  My Savior - Without you, my life would be empty and meaningless. I pray that every book I write, everything I do, and every breath I take brings You glory and honor.

  My husband and kids - Thank you for encouraging me, loving me and supporting me through the process. For saying “Go” when I wanted to stop; for saying “You can do it” when I thought I’d never make it; and for telling me “I told you so!” when it was complete. Thank you for calling me an author before I was ever published!

  My Mom - Thank you for all of those Saturday trips to the book stores. Because of you, I fell in love with the magic of the written word.

  Prologue

  Kristina heard the rattle of keys in the door and hurried to put the last of the dinner on the table. She rotated the meat platter just a hair, tucked the oven mitt in the drawer, smoothed a non-existent wrinkle from her dress, and went to greet her husband.

  She plastered a warm smile on her face and met David just as he walked in the door. His steel-gray eyes pierced her, tracking her slightest movement as she came toward him.

  “How was your day, darling?” She leaned up on her toes to kiss him. After five years of marriage, she had become an excellent actress.

  Her stomach flipped-flopped as he pulled off the jacket of his suit, not saying a word. She could tell it had been a long day; irritation was etched into the lines on his handsome face. He tossed his suit coat on the back of the couch, and stared down at her with his penetrating stare that never failed to engulf her in fear.

  “I’ve spent the day listening to the welcoming committee argue about what color the visitor cards should be, the financial committee argue how much should be spent on them, and the fellowship committee complain that there is not enough fellowship with the visitors once they receive the cards.”

  The tension left her body as he pulled her close, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms around her. “My sweet angel,” Kristina felt his words against her hair, “You are the perfect medicine on days like this.”

  David pulled away just enough to gaze down at her, and Kristina remembered when words like these had sounded sweet to her hungry heart. Tears stung the back of her eyes, and she tried to avert them so he couldn’t see.

  But it didn’t work.

  “Tears?” His questions were always laced with a threat.

  Tucking her emotions firmly away, she twined her arms around his neck. “After all these years, your love still brings tears to my eyes. I am so blessed.”

  Or cursed! The thought scurried across her mind, but she wrestled it down. David could read her so easily.

  There was a hint of skepticism in his eyes, but he said, “You are my miracle, sent down from Heaven when I needed you most. Don’t ever forget that.”

  Those words used to thrill her, but the days of longing for the charming, loving and romantic husband of her past were gone. Now she knew the truth; he never existed. Those words were spoken to remind her of her place.

  David took her hand and led her to the dining room. “Beautiful dinner, as always.” He reached out and turned the meat platter a hair, looking across the table with a raised eyebrow.

  After he prayed over the meal, he asked, “Did you tell Lisa that you wouldn’t be returning this year?”

  “Yes,” she hoped he didn't notice her hesitation. No matter how vigilant she was, he could still trip her up with a well-timed question or a cold, piercing stare.

  “You hesitated; is that because you’re lying, or because you have reservations about being obedient to your husband?”

  Get into it, Kristina!

  “Neither, I’m….I’m just going to miss the girls."

  She focused on cutting her meat, but she could see that his hands had stilled over his plate. After a moment’s pause, he threatened, “I hope so. My sweet angel needs to remember who God sent her to."

  “I loved teaching,” she stressed the past tense of the word, hoping this would ease his mounting anger. “Naturally, I am going to miss my students. But not teaching this year will allow us to have our own children.” She searched for something to get him off this track, “I was thinking I could homeschool our children. What do you think?"

  “I’ll think the matter over,” he said as he pushed away from the table. Coming to stand behind her, he bent down and brushed his lips on the side of her neck. "But first we must conceive these children.”

  It took every ounce of control not to shudder as he ran his hands lightly down her arms, “Come with me, my sweet angel.”

  Get into it, Kristina! Just three weeks!

  Chapter One

  The sign read: Hamilton - 20 miles.

  Excitement mixed with anxiety churned in the pit of Kristina Talbot’s stomach. Each mile marker she passed seemed to whisper a steady chant of, “Freedom…freedom…” causing her foot to press harder on the accelerator.

  She had traveled over two thousand miles across the country to New Mexico, and the trip wasn’t without incident. She had lost count of the times she’d missed her exit, and if the GPS chimed in with “recalculating” one more time, it was going to take a trip of its own - out the window!

  Back in Texas, on what should have been her last day of travel, she stopped to eat lunch at a charming little Mexican restaurant. The salsa looked innocent enough, and the tomato-onion concoction that she sprinkled liberally on her fajitas seemed like a delicious idea at the time. But they left her mouth on
fire and her stomach in agony. Her little peccadillo with the Pico de Gallo cost a day and a half’s worth of travel.

  This morning, she had felt better and was eager to get to New Mexico. Now, within a few miles of her final destination, she felt tired - but extremely relieved.

  Just then, the car died. No sputtering, no chugging, not even a last ditch effort rumble from the engine – it just died without warning. Kristina gaped at the dashboard, looking for a warning light to signal the reason.

  “No, no, no!” she cried, “I was almost there, God. I don’t care how you get me to town, just get me there!”

  She let the car glide to the side of the road and got out. After propping the hood, she gazed at the contents. David always traveled with a well-prepared trunk, but she knew it only contained her luggage now. Besides, she thought, even with a trunk full of tools, she wouldn’t have known what to do with them.

  “That’s okay; that’s why you have me.” The memory of her husband’s long ago comment and his usual recriminations surfaced, causing tears to sting the back of her eyes.

  Lifting her chin in defiance, she countered the whispered memory, “No, that’s why I have a cell phone.” She flipped open her phone, but then grumbled. “But apparently it won’t be any help.” Defeated thoughts raced across her mind, No idea of how to fix the car, no signal on my phone, and no clue as to what I’m going to do next. Some fresh start!

  An image of David, fierce and formidable, flitted across her mind. “You’d be lost without me…” She fought the wave of criticism and doubt that threatened to burst through the doors of her heart.

  She walked to the side of the car and leaned against it, No! I refuse to get upset, I’ll just let the car rest…maybe I’ll be able to make it to Hamilton then.

  In attempt to divert her destructive thoughts from resurfacing, she looked out in the distance. The mountains were a myriad of colors, from mauve to brown with a small freckling of greenery. The sky was such a perfect blue, except for the distant storm cloud that hovered over the mountain peak. Kristina wondered, as she gazed across the landscape of cracked dirt and dry brush, if the much-needed rain ever made it to the ground, or if it just evaporated in the intense heat.

  So different from New York, she thought. When she left, the temperatures were already dropping, and the leaves were starting to change colors. In her hometown, the lush green mountains provided a perfect backdrop for the trees’ vibrant colors. But the desert was now going to be her home, and as she gazed out at the treeless horizon, changing leaves didn’t appear to be in her future any time soon.

  But I’ll change like the autumn leaves!

  After closing the hood, she got behind the wheel. Hoping for the best, she said another prayer for God to send her a miracle. She turned the key, but the engine remained silent.

  “Remind me to look up the definition of miracle, God, because I must not have the right one!”

  The hum of an engine, and the crunch of tires on gravel, interrupted her thoughts. Looking in her rear-view mirror, she saw an old pick-up truck rumble to a stop behind her. “Great,” Kristina riffled through her purse for her pepper spray, “Now I have to fend off serial killers.”

  She watched as a tall man in faded jeans and a dark green polo shirt sauntered up to her car, his boots leaving a trail of dust in his wake. Kristina rolled her eyes when she heard the man whistle. “New York!”

  Reaching her door, the man bent down and peered in the window with a charming smile. His steel-blue eyes flickered to the pepper spray, and to her mortification, he seemed to find it all amusing.

  “Are you okay, ma‘am?”

  She cracked her window a fraction of an inch, “Yes, I’m doing fine. Thank you.”

  Again, his blue eyes darted from the sliver of open space in the window, to her pepper spray, and back to her frightened face. “I can see that.” Though he said it under his breath, Kristina still heard his comment. He continued despite her glare. “I meant are you having car trouble?”

  Kristina bit back the retort that was ready to spring from her lips at his sarcastic comment. But she remembered she was stranded in the middle of nowhere.

  “My car just . . .” she paused as he reached into his back pocket. Her heart leapt a mile a minute, and her imagination wasn’t far behind as it somersaulted into the notion that he was pulling out a weapon to do unspeakable things to her. She fumbled with the spray, nearly dropping it. When she recovered, she aimed it at him.

  “Whoa,” the man threw his hands in the air. “I was just going to offer you the phone.”

  Relief washed over her, and on its heels came humiliation. She felt the heat of her embarrassment flood her cheeks. Get it together Kristina!

  “I’m sorry. I guess it’s been a long trip.” She unrolled the window, but just a little. “My car just died and I can’t get it to start. And my phone doesn’t get service here”

  “Well, ma’am, if you want, I can check it out.” He shrugged as he walked to the front of her car, adding under his breath, "Course, don’t know how much I can do?”

  Several minutes after Kristina popped the hood, she heard him say, “Ma’am, would you mind trying to start it again?”

  Though she turned the key, the car remained silent. Kristina debated whether to join him, or remain behind locked doors. Before she could make up her mind, he came around to her side.

  “I’m going to try to see if a jump will get you heading on your way again.”

  Ten minutes later, after several unsuccessful attempts, he was back at her window. “Ma’am, like I said, I don’t know much about cars, but it doesn’t appear to be the battery.” Running his hand through his sandy brown hair, he added, “I could’ve helped you with that."

  The man pulled out his phone again, “But I can call a tow truck and get you to Hamilton. That’s the closest town from here. I’m afraid you might have to stay there tonight, until you can get the car repaired. Then we’ll have you off and on your way.”

  “Well, actually, Hamilton is my destination. And I would just be happy to get there, even if the car sputters and dies on the way into town.”

  “Well, you can use my phone to call whoever you’re visiting.” He chuckled and added, “But you might have to get out of your car. Service is really spotty in this area; you might have to move around to get a couple of bars.”

  She blushed, feeling foolish for acting so scared. Clearing her throat, she said, “Actually, I’m not visiting anyone. I’m going there to live.”

  “We don’t get many newcomers to Hamilton, especially all the way from New York.”

  Kristina heard the question dangling from the end of the man’s sentence. It wasn’t Kristina’s intention to be rude, but she didn’t plan to reveal any more personal information than was needed. She forced a cheery smile on her lips, “I’d appreciate your help in calling a tow truck so I can get to town."

  “Sure thing, ma’am.”

  He dialed a number on his phone, turning and walking away from her. “Hey Mike, I got a stranded driver here two miles past the Cordova Ranch. Do you think you might be able to help her out?"

  Kristina felt bad for her brusque manner; the man had done nothing wrong, and she could have told him why she was here without revealing her life story. How long before the effects of David evaporated from her life?

  “I’ll wait with her until you get here.” He glanced back at her, still gripping the steering wheel, safely locked in her car. "That is, if she’ll let me.”

  Feeling a little foolish, she stepped out of the car and leaned against it. As he closed his phone, she thanked him again for all his help. “No problem. He should be here in fifteen minutes or so.”

  He held out his hand, “By the way, I’m Nathan McKinley.”

  “Kristina Talbot.” She was startled when he laughed, and his gaze raked her from head to toe.

  “You’re Kristina Talbot?” At her incredulous look, he continued, “I should have made the connection when y
ou said New York. But you’re not supposed to be here for another week.”

  “How do you…”

  “Small town,” as if those two words were sufficient explanation.

  For Kristina, it brought up an additional question. Had she made a mistake in coming here?

  “Besides, Ms. Talbot, you don’t know how glad the town is you’ve decided to take the job. We've needed a new English teacher for at least a year now. Mrs. Rose’s mind...” he coughed, “...her health just isn't what it used to be. But bless her heart, she wouldn’t quit until we found a proper replacement.” Nathan placed his hand on her shoulder, “And here you are!”

  Kristina stiffened at his touch, wanting to back away. She was relieved when he let his hand fall to his side. “I guess you haven’t had the best trip. But I’ll make up for that. I’ll take you to town and get you settled in.” He pointed at the pepper spray. “But you have to put that thing away."

  Kristina looked down at the forgotten canister in her hand. “I should probably wait for the tow truck.”

  “Suit yourself, but I can call Mike and let him know.” He shrugged, “Beats waiting out here.”

  Before she could protest, he added, “Besides, I can get in touch with May, from the church. Even though we didn’t expect you until sometime next week, the ladies will get your house ready for you."

  My house? Pulling the keys from her hand, he turned toward her trunk, leaving a confused Kristina in his wake

  “Boy, have those ladies been praying for you. Some people in the town figured it would take a miracle to fill the teaching position” He stuck his head out from behind the open trunk, “I mean, who wants to come to a small, rural town in the middle of the desert. But the ladies never gave up hope.”

  “My house . . . ?”

  “Yeah,” he continued, as he loaded some of her suitcases in the back of his truck. “The church keeps a small house open for visiting pastors, missionaries, speakers . . . the church just figured it would be more welcoming than a room at the local motel, and it would make the transition to a new town smoother if you didn’t have to worry about finding a place right away.”