Gail Martin - Upon a Midnight Clear

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Little Nattie needed love, and Callie Randolph was just the woman to make her smile again. A licensed nurse with sorrows of her own, Callie felt a deep and special connection to the troubled child. And after years of heartbreak over a bitter secret, Callie was falling in love–with Nattie's handsome daddy, David Hamilton.It all seemed perfect–a beautiful little girl who adored her and a kind man who challenged her heart and made her want to sing. But it was time for Callie to trust in God and tell David everything. Did she have the strength to test her courage this one time–all for love?

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“I was thinking about you,” David said.

Protectively, Callie’s hand clutched her robe. “Me? Why?”

He shook his head. “You’ll never know how much you mean to me, Callie. All you’ve done for us here. You’re like a breath of spring after a long winter.” A wry grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Pretty poetic for the middle of the night, huh?”

She couldn’t speak. She struggled to keep her eyes from widening any more than they already had. “But that’s why you hired me. To help your daughter.”

“But you’ve done more than that.” He reached across the table and laid his hand on hers. “You’ve helped me, too. I feel alive again, like a man released from prison, his life restored.”

Callie looked at his hand pressing against the back of hers. Though her initial thought was to recoil, she enjoyed the warm pressure against her skin. She wanted to touch his unshaven cheeks with her palms. Everything in her cried out to tell him her own secret, but she pushed the urge deep inside her, praying this time the pangs would stay there.

GAIL GAYMER MARTIN

lives in Lathrup Village, Michigan, with her husband, Bob, a great supporter and proofreader. Raised in a Christian family, she wrote poetry and Nancy Drew type mysteries as a child, but only pursued publication after retiring from her career as a high school English teacher and later a professional licensed counselor. Those experiences help Gail portray real emotion in her stories. Her first novel was published in 1998.

Besides writing novels, Gail is a freelance writer with many worship resource books in publication. She is presently an adjunct instructor of English at Detroit College of Business and is involved in various church programs. When she has time, Gail sings with her church choir and is a member of Detroit Lutheran Singers in metropolitan Detroit, and she and Bob love to travel. “God has blessed my life fully,” she says.

Gail loves to hear from her readers. You may write to her at: P.O. Box 760063, Lathrup Village, MI, 48076-0063.

Upon a Midnight Clear

Gail Gaymer Martin

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.

—Jeremiah 29:12-13

Dedicated to my sister, Jan, who knows the sorrow of losing a child.

And in loving memory of her infant daughters, Lisa Marie and Beth Ann, who live with Jesus.

Thanks to my husband, Bob, for his devotion, support and hours of proofreading. To Flo Stano for her nursing expertise, and to the Bedford Chamber of Commerce for their invaluable information.

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

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

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Chapter One

Callie Randolph scanned the employment ads of the Indianapolis News. Her eyes lit upon a Help Wanted entry: Special child, aged five, needs professional caregiver. Live-in. Good wage. Contact David Hamilton. 812 area code. Southern Indiana, she assumed. “Live-in,” she wanted. But a child?

She raised her head from the ad and caught her mother, eyeing her.

“You’ve been quiet since you got home,” Grace Randolph said, resting back in the kitchen chair. “Tell me about the funeral.”

“It was nice, as funerals go. But sad, so close to the holidays.” Ethel’s death, coming as it did on the footsteps of Christmas, jolted Callie with the memories of a birth six Christmases earlier. Pushing away the invading thoughts, Callie shifted in her chair and focused on her mother. “More people than I would expect at the funeral for someone in her nineties, but I suppose most of the mourners were friends and business acquaintances of Ethel’s children. The family has a name in the community.”

“Ah yes, when we’re old, people forget.”

“No, it’s not that they forget. When we’re that old, many of our own friends and acquaintances have already died. Makes coming to a funeral difficult.” Callie hoped to lighten Grace’s negative mood. “It’ll feel strange not taking care of Ethel. She had the faith of a saint and a smile right to the end. Always had a kind word.” She raised her eyes, hoping her mother had heard her last statement.

Grace stared across the room as if lost in thought, and Callie’s mind drifted to the funeral and the preacher’s comforting words. “Ethel lived a full and glorious life, loving her Lord and her family.” Callie pictured the wrinkled, loving face of her dying patient. Ethel’s earthly years had definitely been full and glorious.

In contrast, Callie’s nearly twenty-six years had been empty and dull. Her dreams had died that horrible March day that she tried to block from her memory. Her life seemed buried in its own tomb of guilt and sorrow.

“So, about the funeral—?”

Callie slammed the door on her thoughts and focused on her mother.

“Tell me about the music? Any hymns?” Grace asked.

Callie eyed her, sensing an ulterior motive in her question. “Real nice, Mom. Organ music and hymns.”

“Which hymns?”

Callie pulled her shoulders back, feeling the muscles tightening along the cords of her neck. “‘Amazing Grace,’ ‘Softly and Tenderly.”’

“I can hear you singing that one. So beautiful.”

Callie fought the desire to bolt from the room. She sensed an argument heading her way. Instead, she aimed her eyes at the newspaper clutched in her hands.

Grace leaned on an elbow. “So what will you do now?”

“Find a new job, I suppose.” She hesitated, wondering what comment she’d receive about her newest resolve. “But I’ve made a decision.” Callie met her mother’s eyes. “I’m not going to give elderly care anymore. I’ll find something else.”

“Praise the Lord, you’ve come to your senses. Callie, you have a nursing degree, but you continue to waste your time with the deathwatch. You need to live and use the talent God gave you.”

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