Rachelle McCalla - Survival Instinct

“Scott.” Her voice sounded breathless to her own ears, and she wanted to run to him, to throw herself into his arms, but instead she held back. After all, she hadn’t heard from him in over a day. He apparently hadn’t been too eager to see her.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.” He stepped into the room. “I had to talk to the authorities, and take care of our cars, and explain to my mother about Mitch.”

“Uh-huh.” Abby nodded dumbly. She’d almost forgotten about crashing her car, with everything else that had been happening.

Scott continued. “And you wouldn’t believe how many jewelry stores I had to visit to find what I was looking for.”

Abby watched him cross the room toward her. She couldn’t fathom what jewelry stores had to do with anything. After all the trouble the diamonds had caused, she didn’t care to ever see another one. “How many?” she asked, watching with curiosity as a smile toyed across his lips.

“Seven,” he announced, pulling a small box from his pocket. “Practically every jewelry store in the Duluth-Superior metro area, I believe.”

Though she still wasn’t sure what he was getting at, Abby couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from turning up in response to his smile. “What were you looking for?” she prompted him.

“A sapphire ring,” he explained. “But not just any sapphire. It had to have tiny flecks of gold dancing in the field of blue. And the blue had to be just the right color.” Scott opened the jewelry box and held it up to her. His smile broadened. “Good. I got it right.”

Abby’s mouth fell open. “Just the right color?” she repeated dumbly.

“To match your eyes,” Scott explained. “That is what you said you wanted, isn’t it?”

Nodding eagerly, Abby sniffed back the sudden tears that threatened to overwhelm her. “But I thought-” she started.

“Thought what?” he asked. “Thought I wanted to spend the rest of my life alone? Maybe I used to think that, but not anymore. When I saw you floating facedown in the water, I felt fear like I’ve never felt before. Do you recall what I said yesterday, about how I was reluctant to care too much for someone, because the people I cared about almost always died?”

“Yes.” Abby remembered him telling her about his father’s and grandparents’ deaths.

“I’ve pushed away everyone but God, trying to insulate myself from caring too much for other people, trying to keep that kind of hurt from ever reaching me again. I even pushed away my mother-I’m afraid that may have contributed to her turning to Mitch for emotional support.” He shook his head regretfully. “I tried to push you away, too, but that didn’t change anything, because I still felt as though I’d had my heart ripped from my chest when I saw you floating there.”

Abby squeezed her eyes shut, somehow knowing how he felt, feeling the same pain at the thought of never seeing him again.

“I need you in my life, Abby. Pushing you away only makes it hurt worse, not less.” Scott got down on one knee. “Abby, I know you said you hadn’t met the right man yet, but I believe I’ve met the woman for me. You’re the one. I let you slip through my fingers nine years ago. I won’t make the same mistake again. Please, Abby, would you reconsider?”

Abby’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh, Scott.” She cupped his face with one hand. “I didn’t mean you weren’t the man for me. I was trying to say I hadn’t met the right man at the right time, but then we got interrupted. I never meant to make you think I didn’t love you.”

A relieved smile broke over Scott’s face. “So you love me then? You’d consider marrying me?”

His words seemed almost too good for Abby to believe. “But how would that work? You live in the Twin Cities, and I live in Bayfield.”

“You know, after all she’s been through, I think I need to move closer to my mother.”

Abby looked at him quizzically.

“But not too close,” Scott noted. “I was thinking of maybe moving to Bayfield.”

“Ooh, that’s awfully remote,” Abby chided him. “And I don’t really feel safe there after everything that happened. I was thinking of moving farther south myself.”

“Really?” Scott smiled. “Perhaps we could settle on someplace close together.”

“Perhaps.” Abby looked back down at the ring in his hands. The color of the stone was remarkably similar to her eye color. Scott had clearly been paying very close attention.

“Well, then, I guess there’s only one question left.” Scott pulled the ring from the box. “Abby Caldwell, will you marry me?”

“I’d love to.”

Scott stood and slid the ring onto her finger. Then he wrapped his arms around her and finally gave her the kiss she’d been longing for.

Dear Reader,

I’ve always loved survival stories. So when I moved to the remote village of Bayfield, Wisconsin, my imagination was quickly captured by the Apostle Islands, whose isolated wilderness seemed almost uninhabitable. After researching the islands, I started to write a story about a girl who was marooned on Devil’s Island and left to die. Long before I finished my story, life intervened, and my half-finished manuscript was pushed aside. But I never stopped wondering how the story would end.

It has been a blessing to finally find the happy ending I always wanted the story to have. Scott and Abby have found their happy ending, but Devil’s Island holds many secrets, and more stories to come. Visit my Web site at www.rachellemccalla.com for more information about upcoming books!

May all God’s blessings go with you!

Rachelle McCalla

1. Abby buried the ring on Devil’s Island as a way of moving beyond a painful era in her life. What painful experiences have you had to move past? What helped you heal?

2. Abby and Scott both liked each other during college, but neither knew the other felt the same. How might their relationship have been different if they’d gotten together sooner? How might they be better off for the delay? Have you ever missed out on a blessing by not sharing how you truly felt?

3. Marilyn allowed Mitch to influence her in making decisions that would ultimately hurt her. Is there anyone in your life who has such a strong influence over you? Has this influence been helpful or hurtful? How can you protect yourself from harm?

4. When Scott and Abby were marooned on Devil’s Island, their initial response was denial, then helplessness. However, with God’s help, they quickly strategized their escape. Have you ever felt stuck or left behind? How did you move past that?

5. Abby and Scott quickly realized they had to trust one another in order to escape Devil’s Island. When have you had to make a “leap of trust” in order to achieve a common goal? How did it turn out for you? Have you ever felt as though you were making that same leap in trusting God? How did that turn out?

6. Scott worked hard to protect his mother, Marilyn, from difficult situations, but he eventually learned she was stronger than he thought. Is there anyone in your life you’ve sheltered? Who has sheltered you? Has this been helpful or problematic?

7. Abby observed that Trevor seemed driven to torture her. Have you ever known anyone who has acted this way? How did you respond to their behavior? Why do you think they acted that way?

8. When Scott discovered Captain Sal and Mitch had been plotting for a long time to take the Frasier family land, Scott felt foolish for not recognizing what was happening. Abby told Scott he’d had no reason to suspect what was going on. Do you ever feel guilty about things you couldn’t realistically have prevented? How do you cope with your feelings of guilt? What have you learned from that experience?