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Authors: Janet Dean
Mary understood those struggles. Something tightened within. The old fear claiming her.
“But you taught me what love is. You’ve shown me what a family is.” He pulled her to her feet and hugged her to him. “I’m not running anymore. I’m in love with you, Mary.”
Her breath caught and held. Oh, how she wanted to return those words. But did she dare? Unable to meet his penetrating gaze, she rose and crossed to the window. “I’ve heard those words before. I’m scared.”
He stepped behind her, laid a gentle palm on her shoulder. “I’m not Sam. I won’t let you down.”
She believed that. But once he really knew her, would he be disillusioned? Feel cheated? Want out? Or worse, remain yet turn away from her?
“It’s me I have no confidence in, not you.” She swiveled to him. “All of my life, I’ve wondered why I wasn’t good enough for my mother to keep. She didn’t care enough to even verify if I lived. Or if I turned out all right.”
“Oh, Mary—”
“No, let me say this.” She swallowed hard, barely able to squeeze out the words, “Why wasn’t I good enough for
Sam to stop drinking?” She held up her hands, begging for an answer. “Tell me, Luke. Why?”
Luke tenderly cradled her chin. “What you’re really asking is ‘Am I good enough to love?’ You taught me the answer to that.” A smile crossed his face. “If God can love me, then you, my sweet, amazing Mary, are definitely worthy of His love.”
She let his words have time to permeate the shell she’d built around her heart. That shell kept Luke out. But it also locked her in. She’d built that shell because she didn’t trust her own judgment, her ability to perceive whether a man would stay. But, at the core of it, she felt unworthy of love.
With God’s help, she could tear down that barrier. And she would. “How did you get so wise?”
“I had a great teacher.” Luke leaned close. “Whatever you make up your mind to do, you can do, Mary. And that includes loving me.”
Loving him wasn’t the problem. Loving herself had been. She took his hand, giving it a squeeze. “I love you, Luke Jacobs, with all my being.”
He hugged her to him. “I was afraid Sloan might have won your heart.” He reared back. “Where is he anyway?”
“I don’t love Frank. I told him so this morning. He left town soon after.”
Luke gave a triumphant shout and then twirled her about the small room, both laughing with the sheer joy of their love.
“Oh, you’re making me dizzy.”
He lowered her to her feet, then dipped his head, his chocolate brown eyes gentle and soft with yearning. “Marry me. I want to spend my life with you.”
“Marry you?” Her heart fluttered. Imagine spending every day with Luke. But first she had to know with certainty. “What about my plan to attend medical school?”
“Doc and I can handle the practice. I’ll be there at night to help the boys with homework and get them tucked into bed. I’ll send for my housekeeper. She’ll be great with the boys. Can keep an eye on them after school, or when you can’t get home and I’m on a house call.”
Her jaw dropped. A housekeeper? A husband who’d support her? She felt like she was walking in a dream. “You’d do all that? For me?”
“I’d do anything for you, lovely lady.” He toyed with a tendril of hair. “Any more concerns?”
“I can’t think of another thing to say.”
He grinned. “Say yes.”
Her full heart brimmed over, spilling love into every wounded part of her, filling her with hope. “Yes, yes, yes, Luke! I’ll marry you.”
His lips met hers, and Mary leaned into him, returning his kiss with the fervor of a woman starving for closeness to the man she loved. Beneath her palms, his heart thumped wildly, matching the beat of her own galloping heart. He tightened his arms around her, trapping her hands between them on his chest, deepening the kiss until she could barely stand, could barely breathe.
A noise in the hall made them leap apart. Her father and all three boys stood in the doorway grinning like Cheshire cats. Mary knelt and threw her arms wide. Ben dove into them, almost knocking her off her feet. She buried her nose in his neck, drank in his sweet smell and wept tears of joy.
Luke tugged Mary to her feet. Michael and Philip crowded around the three of them. “Boys, I asked your mother to be my wife, and she said yes. Is that all right with you?”
“Luke’s going to be our daddy too!” Philip pumped his thin arms into the air. The grin on Michael’s face said it all.
“Will that be okay with you, Ben?” Luke said, ruffling the boy’s hair.
“Yep! Can we live in the same house now?”
“Soon, Ben. Our wedding can’t happen fast enough to suit me.”
Her father clapped Luke on the back then kissed Mary’s cheek. “’Bout time you two figured it out.”
Laughing with joy, Michael and Philip grabbed their brother, and all three of them danced around the backroom, crowing with delight. Mary didn’t need to worry about the boys accepting Luke into the family. He’d captured their hearts, as he had hers.
Recalling Mrs. Whitehall’s claim that a remedy for every ache and pain existed in this office, Mary knew she’d found hers. “You know, Doctor, I have a cure of my own for you.”
He cupped her jaw, his touch a caress, and raised her gaze to his.
“Oh, you do?”
“Take one Mary Graves, make her your wife. Mix in three little boys, best taken on a full stomach. Then add a cup of faith.” She smiled. “A daily dose will fix what ails you, guaranteed. And all for the bargain price of…”
Eyes twinkling, he cocked his head. “Three dollars a bottle?”
“Oh, no, Dr. Jacobs, that’s far too cheap. This remedy will cost you a lifetime of love.”
“Sold!” His dimple winked at her. “Loving you for a lifetime will be my greatest pleasure, Mary Lynn Graves.”
Then he pulled her close, holding her in a tight grip—as if he never wanted to let her go. His lips captured hers. With every fiber of her being and all the love she’d hidden inside, she kissed him back, thankful for this man, the Great Physician’s remedy for her life.
Dear Reader,
As many as 30,000 immigrant children lived on New York City’s streets and in its overcrowded orphanages when Charles Loring Brace, founder of the Children’s Aid Society, came up with the idea to place orphans out to farms and small towns in the Midwest and beyond. Between the years of 1853 and 1929, approximately 250,000 children rode trains to new homes. This fact triggered my imagination. The result: two novels set in Noblesville, Indiana, in the late 1800s.
Thank you for choosing the second book,
Courting the Doctor’s Daughter.
Mary and Luke’s issues with trust erected a barrier between them that only unconditional love could tear down. When they turned to God for wisdom, they found His plan for their lives. I hope Mary and Luke’s story, and their three special boys, Michael, Philip and Ben, touched your heart.
I love to hear from readers.
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God bless you,
ISBN: 978-1-4268-3313-7
COURTING THE DOCTOR’S DAUGHTER
Copyright © 2009 by Janet Dean
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