Separated From Her Child
After being wrongfully convicted of a crime and losing custody of her daughter, all single mother Laura White wants is her little girl back. But she’ll need a job and a real home first. When Dr. Jesse Alvarez Cooper hires her as housekeeper at his Oklahoma ranch, Laura is grateful. The handsome cowboy doctor, with a harrowing past that stretches continents, also vows to help her get her child back. Suddenly, Laura’s dreams may come true—two permanent place settings added around the Cooper family table.
A hand touched her shoulder.
Laura couldn’t turn to look at the person behind her. She knew it was Jesse Cooper. She knew that hand, the touch. Firm but comforting, in a detached way.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded and swallowed the pain, the truth. “I’m good.”
“I think you probably aren’t.”
He wouldn’t ask who she’d been on the phone with. She turned, swiping at her eyes and managing a wavering smile to prove it didn’t hurt.
“I was talking to my little girl.”
“You have a child?” His eyes narrowed but continued to focus on her face, continued to be kind.
“Yes, I have a daughter. They put her in foster care. I can have her back once I have a job, a place to live and once I prove that I’m clean. Which is rather ironic, since I’ve never done drugs.”
It registered, the truth. She saw it in his eyes and then he nodded.
And for some crazy reason, she felt relief flood her because he believed her.
BRENDA MINTON
started creating stories to entertain herself during hour-long rides on the school bus. In high school, she wrote romance novels to entertain her friends. The dream grew and so did her aspirations to become an author. She started with notebooks, handwritten manuscripts and characters that refused to go away until their stories were told. Eventually she put away the pen and paper and got down to business with the computer. The journey took a few years, with some encouragement and rejection along the way—as well as a lot of stubbornness on her part. In 2006, her dream to write for Love Inspired Books came true. Brenda lives in the rural Ozarks with her husband, three kids and an abundance of cats and dogs. She enjoys a chaotic life that she wouldn’t trade for anything—except, on occasion, a beach house in Texas. You can stop by and visit at her website, www.brendaminton.net.
The Cowboy's Healing Ways
Brenda Minton
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
— Hebrews 11:1
This book is dedicated to my kids
because they always make me laugh.
To Janet Benrey. Our last book as agent and author! Thank you for standing by me
and for giving me a chance.
To Rick (king of the pinewood derby) and Darla. Thank you for everything,
even for getting me on that plane.
To Stephanie and Shirlee
for keeping me something close to sane.
I love you both.
Contents
Chapter One
Rain pelted the windshield of Laura White’s car and the wipers worked hard to keep up, making a horrible scraping sound with each swish. Laura leaned in, trying to see the road. This had been going on since shortly after she left Tulsa, and in the past ten minutes it had gotten worse.
She glanced at the clock on the dash. Almost 10:00 p.m. Her head ached from straining to see the dark, rain-soaked highway. Hopefully her aunt Sally wouldn’t mind the unannounced visit from a niece she hadn’t seen in a dozen years. Laura didn’t want to think ahead to what she would do if her aunt turned her away.
Ahead of her, headlights flashed, the beams catching on the sheets of rain. Laura slowed, trying to adjust to the dark, the lack of visibility. She reached to turn the defrost on High and the headlights became a car. The big sedan pulled out of a side road, right in the path of Laura’s car. She opened her mouth to scream but the sound choked and wouldn’t come out.
The car loomed large in front of her, her own headlights catching the expression on the face of the woman behind the wheel. Laura yanked the steering wheel to the right and sent her car off the side of the road, bouncing as it hit the ditch. Laura hit the brakes and held tight to the wheel as the car tilted. The fence flew at her window, the barbed wire sliding across the glass. Finally she came to a bone-jarring halt, slamming her head against the steering wheel.
Laura groaned and leaned back. Eyes closed, she focused on breathing, on getting her head clear. After a few minutes she unbuckled her seat belt. Nothing seemed to be broken. She reached for the door handle and gave it a good shove. It creaked open and she turned to get out. A woman stood next to her car.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you coming.” The woman, older,