Oklahoma Reunion

Oklahoma Reunion
Tina Radcliffe

Facing Her Past Single mother Kait Field is back home in the small Oklahoma town she left eight years ago. It’s time to empty the family home, close the door on the past and introduce her daughter, Jenna, to her daddy. Ryan Jones hasn’t quite forgiven his teenage sweetheart, who left him with unanswered questions and a broken heart.But Kait was never accepted by his controlling family, and they don’t seem any more welcoming this time around. Yet now Ryan and Kait are resolved that nothing will come between renewed promises of faith, forever—and the second chance that neither expected.

“I’m guessing you don’t still have that promise ring I gave you.”

Kait found herself speechless. Why was she surprised? That was Ryan. Bold as you please.

The silence stretched until Ryan cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. “Could I just ask you a question?”

“Only one?”

“Oh, I’ve got a dozen or so more, but I’m guessing maybe it’s best for both of us to take it one at a time.”

“Ryan, I …”

He held up a palm. “No. A long time ago I convinced myself that you must have had a really good reason for leaving. Whatever I did, well, there’s not much I can do about it now. So I’m just praying that in your own good time you’ll tell me.”

Their eyes met, and she glimpsed the pain in his eyes. She raised a brow, ready to hear his one question.

“Did you ever think of me?”

Kait swallowed, focused on the faded gray boards of the porch floor. “Yes.”

In truth, she’d never stopped thinking about him.

Dear Reader,

Thank you for reading Ryan and Kait’s story. Ryan Jones was a secondary character from my first Love Inspired release, The Rancher’s Reunion. Ryan is such a bigger-than-life character that it seemed only fitting that I write his story. While this was a fun story to write, it was also a difficult one. I had to really dig deep to understand these characters and why they made some of the life choices they did.

Life would be so much easier if we would travel from point A to point B in a straight line. But that isn’t the way it always works, is it? However, God never leaves us no matter how many detours we make. His promise is that He will be with us always and He will complete what He promised.

Like Ryan and Kait, in Oklahoma Reunion, I, too, stand on those promises.

I hope you enjoyed this story. Please let me know by dropping me a line at tina@tinaradcliffe.com or my website, www.tinaradcliffe.com.

Tina Radcliffe

About the Author

TINA RADCLIFFE has been dreaming and scribbling for years. Originally from Western N.Y., she left home for a tour of duty with the Army Security Agency stationed in Augsburg, Germany, and ended up in Tulsa, Oklahoma. While living in Tulsa she spent ten years as a certified oncology R.N. A former library cataloger, she now works for a large mail-order pharmacy. Tina currently resides in the foothills of Colorado where she writes heartwarming romance. You can reach her at www.tinaradcliffe.com.

Oklahoma Reunion

Tina Radcliffe

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Many thanks to my sister Anne, who is my patient, long-suffering first reader and is willing to tell me what I don’t want but always need to hear. Thank you to Julie Lessman and Mary Connealy for listening with two ears and one mouth. I am ever grateful for my wonderful husband, Tom, who gets me and can cook.

Thank you, K.C. Frantzen, for proofing my vet stuff and a shout-out to Michael Joseph Russo for your inspiring vet clinic stories and pictures. The iguana tail, however, I could have done without.

Thank you to Melissa Endlich and Rachel Burkot for patiently helping me dig inside myself to find the writer I can be. And a final thank-you to my wonderful agent, Meredith Bernstein, for always being positive and encouraging and for taking time from her vacation to contract this book.

Behold, I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land; for I will not leave you until I have done what I have spoken to you.

—Genesis 28:15

Chapter One

“Unca Ryan, that mama pig has six babies.” Five-year-old Faith’s pudgy fingers clutched the fence surrounding the Tulsa State Fair’s animal birthing pen.

Ryan Jones pushed his straw Stetson to the back of his head. “Yes, she does, darlin’,” he answered.

“That’s lots of brothers and sisters,” Faith continued, her gaze intent upon the plump sow and her suckling brood.

Those who overheard chuckled. Ryan merely smiled, proud of his precocious niece.

When Faith finally looked up, she wriggled her button nose. “It stinks in here.”

Ryan laughed. “Yeah. I guess it does.” As a vet, he was accustomed to the pungent hay and animal smells, but the air in the huge livestock building had become unusually thick and dank as the number of spectators increased.

From the corner of his eye, he caught the movement of a dark-haired woman at the other end of the barnyard.

He froze, then shook his head.

Knock it off. It’s been eight years, Jones. Time to stopthinking every brunette with a certain gesture or walk is Kait Field.

While he’d routinely convinced himself he was long over his first love, his stubborn heart refused to release her memory.

It didn’t help that his imagination worked overtime in crowds. And this was quite a crowd.

He knelt down next to his towheaded niece. “Are you about ready for some cotton candy?”

Faith’s wispy ponytail bobbed as she nodded.

“Pink or blue?” he asked.

Dimples appeared. “Pink, please.”

It didn’t take long to guide her through the jammed arena and back outside to the main strip of the fairgrounds.

Faith ignored the noise of the carnies vying for their attention and the loud barker at the entrance to one of the sideshows. Her short, chubby legs propelled forward on the midway, past the Ferris wheel, carousel and the sweet and greasy trailing aroma of a funnel-cake stand.

When Faith picked up her pace, Ryan reached for her hand before she got too far ahead. Not even a flamboyant clown on stilts could stop the little girl now that she had a mission.

“There.” Sugar radar intact, Faith pointed to a concession stand shaded by a bright blue-and-white-striped umbrella.

“Taste good?” Ryan asked as they settled on a bench, out of the wilting heat and humidity. Early autumn in Tulsa, it was still seventy-five degrees in the shade.