Rainbow's End

Rainbow's End
Irene Hannon

To lessen the pain of his wife's death, Keith Michaels headed cross-country. Yet though he had reached the Pacific Northwest, he still felt broken, empty and alone. When a sudden storm stranded him on Orcas Island, he sought refuge with the local widow, who was no elderly matron, but a reclusive young woman.What was it about shy Jill Whelan and her charming cottage that made Keith want to stop his wandering ways? Did faith and love await him at Rainbow's End?

“The woman in Eastsound told me there was a cabin on the property that might be available for the night.

“Everything else on the island is booked. She tried to call, but your phone seems to be out. I could sure use a place to stay. The storm’s bad.”

A jagged flash of lightning strobed the sky, followed by a boom of thunder that rattled the window beside Jill. The rain intensified, water beading on the man’s leather jacket. He turned up his collar, but didn’t step closer.

The notion of having this strange man on her property was disconcerting, but Jill saw no recourse. She couldn’t very well send him back into the storm. That would go against every principle of her faith. Still, she hesitated.

The man tried again. “Could you make an exception for just one night? I’m willing to pay whatever you think is fair.”

Praying that she was making the right decision, Jill spoke at last. “Yes, you can stay there. But there’s no charge. You’re welcome to use the cabin for the night.”

IRENE HANNON

is an award-winning author of more than twenty novels, including fourteen for Steeple Hill Books. Her books have been honored with a coveted RITA

Award from Romance Writers of America and a Reviewer’s Choice Award from Romantic Times BOOKreviews magazine. Irene, who spent many years in an executive corporate communications position with a Fortune 500 company, now devotes herself full-time to her writing career.

In her spare time, she enjoys performing in community musical theater productions, singing in the church choir, gardening, cooking and spending time with family and friends. She and her husband—an ordained cleric who juggles ecclesiastical duties with a career in international sales—make their home in Missouri.

Irene invites you to visit her Web site at www.irenehannon.com.

Rainbow’s End

Irene Hannon

And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.

And death shall be no more; neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

—Revelation 21:4

To my parents, James and Dorothy Hannon

…traveling companions extraordinaire…

who brighten all of my journeys

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

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

Letter to Reader

Questions for Discussion

Chapter One

The little boy was watching her.

Startled, Jill Whelan froze. She had no idea how long her young visitor had been crouched in the shadows of the large boulders that separated her sunny meadow from the dark woods beyond, but she sensed that he’d been there quite a while. If he hadn’t shifted position to keep her in sight as she moved across the field, she doubted whether his presence would ever have registered in her peripheral vision. Now that it had, however, the tense lines of his body warned her that he was poised to run at the slightest hint of detection.

Instead of making eye contact she resumed gathering wildflowers, salvaging as many of the profuse July blooms as her large basket would hold before the angry clouds sweeping across the sea battered the island with a flattening torrent of rain and wind. So far, she’d gone about her task with the same singular focus and intensity she brought to her painting, which also helped explain why the solemn-eyed, brown-haired little boy hadn’t caught her attention before. Now, she was acutely conscious of his scrutiny.

As she bent, reached and clipped, savoring the vivid colors of the perfect blossoms, he continued to stare. That didn’t surprise her. She was used to people gawking. She was also used to people keeping their distance. Her appearance made adults uncomfortable and, on a couple of occasions, had even frightened small children.

This little boy, however, seemed more cautious than scared. As if he wanted to communicate with her. Yet something was holding him back. And for once she didn’t think it was the disfiguring scars that covered most of the right side of her face.

But then, what did she know? After two years of self-imposed isolation on this outcrop of rock in the San Juan Islands off the coast of Washington State, her once-keen people skills were rusty, at best. Still, she knew all about loneliness. And she could feel it emanating from the little boy in an almost tangible way that tugged at her heart.