A Wedding In The Family
Kathryn Alexander
A SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE?Single mother Angela Sanders trusted in the Lord. But men? They were a different story. No way was Angela seeking another unhappily-ever-after. Besides, raising three children alone left her little chance for romance. So why had God planted warm, attractive Adam Dalton smack-dab in her path?Adam awakened hopes Angela never knew she'd had. Hopes of love and laughter and happily-ever-after. Adam was great with her kids, and trustworthy to a T. Yet his past harbored secrets that shadowed Angela's dreams. Was Adam leading her toward heartbreak…or guiding her to love?
Table of Contents
Cover Page (#u547202dc-7ec7-50ad-a1e7-e699d0a56b9b)
Excerpt (#uc4e24e72-337b-526d-a4d8-cf27a188b0ee)
About the Author (#u83127814-1411-5b64-8398-e30975765fbe)
Title Page (#ud1d07fe3-79a4-5200-8897-91661360f2b1)
Epigraph (#u1d5e556e-98fa-5479-83c9-e52856e2b51c)
Dedication (#uecdffbf2-4dbb-524e-a01a-86b9d438b0a0)
Chapter One (#u983f2821-899b-57e2-93d2-42331cce3c8c)
Chapter Two (#ua9c764ad-4475-51e5-ba36-b5c67c683494)
Chapter Three (#u05f2a0e5-432c-5fc1-8f4e-7ffdae4af0b4)
Chapter Four (#ucc963c38-556d-50f1-80b7-e3532aa36516)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)
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“Maybe God sent Adam Dalton for you, Mommy,”
little Heather said.
“No,” Angela responded with a soft laugh. “Mommy isn’t asking for a man in her life.”
“But you’ve been alone a long time. Wouldn’t you like somebody to keep you company?” the six-year-old persisted.
“I’m fine with just you and your brothers,” Angela told her small daughter. “Good night, sweetie.”
Angela closed Heather’s bedroom door and leaned against it. What would she do if someone like Adam Dalton entered her life now, threatening her newly found independence? She winced at the thought.
“Oh, Lord,” she whispered, half in humor and half in desperation, “please don’t send me another man…”
KATHRYN ALEXANDER
writes inspirational romance because, having been a Christian for many years, incorporating the element of faith in the Lord into a romantic story line seemed like a lovely and appropriate idea. After all, in a society where love for a lifetime is difficult to find, imagine discovering it, unexpectedly, as a gift sent from God.
Married to Kelly, her own personal love of a lifetime, Kathryn and her husband have one son, John, who is the proud owner of the family’s two house pests, Herbie the cat and Copper the dog.
Kathryn and her family have been members of their church for nearly five years, where she co-teaches a Sunday school class of active two-year-olds. She is now a stay-at-home mom who writes between car pooling, baby-sitting and applying bandages, when necessary.
A Wedding in the Family
Kathryn Alexander
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
—Psalm 121:1-2
To Mom, for her love and unending encouragement throughout the years, and to Grandma, for everything, always.
Chapter One (#ulink_ec4e20bd-5d80-50e1-91c1-92b5e24322a6)
The ringing doorbell awakened Angela, more from its persistence than from its volume. She sat up on the sofa she had occupied almost from the moment she arrived home from work, and pushed her hair back from her forehead.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she called out with a cough to the unexpected visitor. The cold that had plagued her throughout much of the week had finally won the battle, forcing Angela to admit that she was sick and that, like it or not, she needed some rest.
The impatient ringing continued, even as she opened the front door.
“Yes, what is it?” she asked in a scratchy voice when she finally pulled open the heavy wooden door of her apartment.
“Mom?! Where were you?!” cried a little darkhaired girl who rushed immediately into Angela’s arms, burying her tearstained face in her mother’s soft sweatshirt.
“Heather? What’s the matter? What happened?” Angela quickly asked, looking from her six-year-old daughter into the frowning face of the tall, lean figure standing nearby. “What’s wrong with her? What did you do—”
“What I ‘did’ was bring her home safely to you.” His interruption was harsh, and his words spoken sharply. “I found her sitting on the curb in the dark outside the recreation center—all alone and crying. Is that your usual practice? To leave a little girl wondering if she’s going to have a ride home from her swimming lesson?”
“No, of course not,” Angela replied. “I couldn’t pick her up tonight because I’m sick, so I made arrangements—”