The Cowboy's Bride

The Cowboy's Bride
Carolyne Aarsen

Joe Brewer did not believe in love at first sight… Still, the cowboy's lonely heart skipped a beat at first sight of Rebecca Stevenson. With her warm smile and sky-blue eyes, this beautiful stranger was Joe's dream come true. He had to know more about her…. A polished professional, Rebecca turned out to be an unlikely match for a hardworking horse trainer. Joe doubted she'd settle for a rancher's simple life. But Rebecca's radiant expression as they explored the countryside gave him hope.And her innocent trust, as she struggled to rekindle her faith, made Joe thank Heaven for bringing them together. Now he prayed that Rebecca could look beyond their differences to see the wealth of love waiting in his heart….

“You’re really something, Rebecca.”

He looked up at her, silhouetted against the sharp blue sky. Her expression became serious as their gazes held. Time stilled, and it seemed as if the world had condensed down to the two of them.

She matters so much to me, Joe thought. I love her.

He shook his head as the thought settled. Yesterday, up in the hills, it seemed easy to imagine the possibility, to indulge in the notion. But here, on his own small place, it seemed suddenly remote.

Was he being foolish? Overshooting himself? What did he have to offer any woman, let alone one like Rebecca? A run-down ranch and a pile of debts? He glanced at Rebecca, who looked at him in puzzlement, and in spite of his question, Joe felt his heart lift as their eyes met once more.

Maybe it would work….

CAROLYNE AARSEN

has honed her writing between being a wife, stay-at-home mom, foster mom, columnist and business partner with her husband in their cattle-and-logging business in northern Alberta. Writing for Love Inspired is a blessed opportunity to combine her love for romance with her love for her Lord.

The Cowboy’s Bride

Carolyne Aarsen

For Gerben and Grace Dykstra, my parents, who taught me to trust and to love both by words and example.

But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness and all these things will be given to you as well.

Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow….

—Matthew 6:33–34

Dear Reader,

I have Matthew 6:25–36 printed out on a piece of paper sitting by my computer as a reminder to me of what I should be expending my energy on. Worry has been a struggle for me as long as I can remember. I have worried about stains, world peace, our ranch, forest fires and my children’s faith. Each day, in various ways, God brings me back to His word and His comfort.

Don’t worry. Trust in Me.

Joe and Rebecca both had to learn the same lesson, but each of them learned it in their own way. As we all do.

Don’t worry. Trust in God.

Contents

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

Epilogue

Chapter One

As the deacons took the collection, Joe leaned sideways in his pew, looking past the man in front of him. From this angle he had a better view of the woman sitting in the wing.

Fortunately Joe hadn’t seen her until the sermon was over. She might have proved too much of a distraction otherwise.

Her high cheekbones and narrow nose served as an exquisite frame for her almond-shaped blue eyes and delicately curved mouth. He sighed as she lifted a hand to brush her hair from her face, then turned ahead once again.

Joe wasn’t a believer in love at first sight, but this woman created a feeling of rightness. He had to talk to her after church.

His neighbor elbowed him lightly, and Joe glanced at Lorna McLure, his old schoolteacher and the wife of his good friend. He smiled at her intrusion.

“You might want to think twice about that one, Joe,” she said quietly.

Joe grinned, knowing exactly what she was talking about and unashamed of it. “You know her?”

“Oh, don’t turn those puppy dog eyes on me as if I could help you out there.” Lorna winked at him.

“She’s Rebecca Stevenson. Jenna Burke’s younger sister.”

Joe glanced at the vision named Rebecca. Jenna’s sister. This was a major setback.

Jenna Burke was the wife of the local bank manager. She was proud of her husband’s position on the town council and their position with the town’s elite. But she was even more proud of her family’s wealth.

Joe sighed as he watched the vision smile at the deacon as she handed him the collection plate. Without moving an inch, this beautiful woman had suddenly been put out of the reach of a mere truck driver with the dubious last name of Brewer.