DISAPPOINTMENT STUNG PENNY’S HEART AS HER headlights swept across the barnyard. Trevor’s truck wasn’t there. He hadn’t waited for her, hadn’t delayed his departure. She’d hoped—
Well, it didn’t matter what she’d hoped.
It is what it is. I’ll get over him. He won’t be around forever.
She parked her car in the garage and hurried toward the entrance to the mudroom. Snowflakes landed on her nose and cheeks before she reached the door.
“Hey, Dad,” she called as she shrugged out of her coat. “I’m home.”
She walked into the kitchen, expecting to find her dad standing near the stove as he usually did on the nights when she worked until closing. But he wasn’t there. In fact, there were no signs of dinner preparation.
“Dad?”
“I’m in the living room.”
Her heart fluttered in fear. Was something wrong? Was he sick? Was he hurt? But when she reached the living room, she found him in his favorite chair, a book open in his lap, the twenty-four-hour news station playing softly on the television.
“Hi, hon. Did you have a good day?”
“It was all right.” She glanced over her shoulder toward the kitchen.
“I didn’t cook tonight. Trevor said he would grab burgers, fries, and milk shakes on his way back from town.”
Her heart fluttered again, but the sensation was different this time. “He’s coming back tonight?”
“Hmm.” Her dad nodded. “He said he needs to talk to you about something.”
She’d wanted Trevor to talk to her. About anything. Only now she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear whatever it was he had to say. Trying to sound calm, she said, “I’m going to change my clothes.”
Once out of her dad’s sight, she hurried up the stairs to her bedroom, where she shed her business attire and replaced it with jeans, sweater, and her slippers. In the bathroom, she brushed her teeth before sweeping her hair into a ponytail. She paused afterward to stare at her reflection in the mirror.
“Whatever’s been going on these last few days, you’re about to find out.” Nerves tumbled in her stomach.
A bark from one of the dogs drew her out of the bathroom to the bedroom window. She was in time to see Trevor’s pickup roll to a halt near the front porch. The headlights went off. The engine died. The truck door opened, and Trevor, visible in the porch light, dropped to the ground. He looked up, perhaps at the falling snow, but it caused her to step back from the window, feeling as if she’d been caught spying. She heard the truck door close. Snow crunched. Footsteps fell on the porch below her window. A knock sounded. Silence, then she heard the men talking, although too softly for her to make out the words.
Drawing a breath for courage, she headed out of her room and down the stairs. When she entered the living room, she found Trevor standing in the center of the room, holding Tux in the crook of his arm and scratching the feline behind one ear.
Lucky cat.
He saw her, seemed to hesitate, and then smiled so briefly she almost missed it. “Are you hungry? I brought burgers and fries. And your dad said to get you a strawberry shake.”
She nodded, not knowing if she answered his question or wanted to confirm the flavor of milk shake. Not that it mattered. She was too nervous to care.
Her dad rose from his chair. “I hope you young folks won’t mind, but I think I’ll eat here in the living room on a tray. There’s a program I want to see that’s about to start.” He walked out of the room.
Trevor set the cat on the floor, giving the feline’s sleek coat one long stroke before straightening. “I hope you don’t mind that I came back this evening.”
This time she shook her head.
He motioned toward the kitchen. “Maybe we’d better eat before everything gets cold.”
“Okay.” She turned around, and when she did, she noticed something in the entry hall. A guitar case. It had to be Trevor’s, but why had he brought it here? Rather than ask the question, she led the way out of the living room, down the entry, and into the kitchen.
Her dad was setting a tall glass of water on the tray beside a tossed green salad and a baked chicken breast. When he glanced her way he said, “Your food’s on the table.” Then he carried the tray from the room.
Wordlessly, Penny and Trevor sat at the table, facing one another. They ate, and Penny supposed the hamburger and shake had flavor, although she didn’t taste anything. They even talked a little, about things that didn’t matter to either of them. Finally, unable to bear the unspoken any longer, she pushed her half-eaten meal aside.
“Why did you come back tonight, Trevor?” It wasn’t exactly the question she wanted to ask, but it was a start.
He finger-combed his hair with one hand, leaving it in the disheveled state that looked so good on him. “Remember that phone call I got on my cell when we were in Boise?”
“Of course.” Everything had been different after that call.
“It was a guy who used to be in my band years ago. He wants me to come back to Nashville. There’s a chance—a good one, he says—that I could get a recording contract. It’s what I’ve wanted and worked for all of these years.”
Trevor’s music had taken her brother away. Now it was going to take Trevor away too. She wanted to hate and despise Nashville and country music and all it represented. But she couldn’t. She’d heard him sing. He deserved all the success he’d worked for. What was that old adage? If you love someone, set them free.
“But, Penny, there’s something I want more than fame and fortune. I realized that tonight.”
The breath caught in her lungs.
“Sure, I love to sing. I love to entertain. But these weeks in Kings Meadow, the Lord has opened my eyes to where my real treasure lies. I’ve got to want Him more than anything else. And if I live for Him first, if I want Him most, I just might become the kind of man you would . . . you would want to spend your life with.”
Trevor watched her expression, saw her trying to find the meaning in what he’d said thus far. “Just a minute.” He held his hand out, like a traffic cop. “Don’t move.” He got up and left the kitchen, returning as fast as he could with the guitar case in hand. He stopped at the table but didn’t sit down.
More confusion filled her eyes as she looked up at him.
“I love you, Penny. I didn’t know it was possible to love anybody the way I love you. Do you think you could ever learn to love me too?”
At last, the hint of a smile curved her mouth. “Oh, Trevor. I already love you.”
“Then marry me.”
The tiny smile vanished. “I can’t. There’s Dad and the ranch and my job. How could I leave—”
“I’m not asking you to leave. I’m asking you to let me stay. To let me be a part of all that you love.”
“But your career.” Tears welled in her eyes. “How could I take that away from you?”
He set the guitar case on the floor at her feet. “You wouldn’t be taking it away from me, Penny. I’m offering it up.”
“You want to give up singing?”
“Not give it up.” He knelt on one knee beside the case. “But offer it up. Let God have it to do with it what He wants. Maybe He’ll want me to sing worship songs for Him someday, like my mom said. Or maybe I’ll just spend my life singing and writing songs to you.”
She covered her mouth with the fingertips of her right hand, the tears now rolling slowly down her cheeks.
There was a verse in the Bible where God told Joshua to meditate on the law, on the Scriptures, day and night and to obey what was written there, and that if he did that, then God would prosper Joshua’s way and give him success. When Trevor had first read that verse, he’d thought it meant if he straightened out his own life, if he was obedient and followed all the Christian rules, he would finally get what he’d chased after for over a decade. But now he knew the success spoken of wasn’t necessarily success as the world judges it. God’s kind of success was far beyond what most people coveted, and it was that kind of success, God’s kind, he longed for now.
“Marry me, Penny. Let me feed the cows three times a day. Let me ride horses with you through the snow in the winter and through the forests in the summer. Let me see a calf being born on a cold February morning. Let me see Harmony’s foal stand beside her, all legs and fuzzy coat.”
“But what if—”
“Let me be a part of your life, of your dad’s life, of this town’s life. Let me be the man God brought me here to become.”
“Trevor, I—”
He stood, reached out, and drew her into his embrace. Then he kissed her, a slow, deep kiss that tried to say everything his words could not. When their lips parted, he whispered, “I love you, Penny Cartwright. Finding you was no accident. It was meant to be.”
She opened her eyes.
“God knew what He was doing when He joined our two hearts.” He kissed her forehead. “Like the song says, you take my breath away.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You know, I never understood those lyrics until I fell in love with you.” He brushed his lips lightly against hers. “Marry me.” Another feathery kiss. “Marry me.” And when she didn’t answer, one more kiss and a whispered, “Marry me.”
Her tears welled again, but she smiled now. “Yes, Trevor. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Later, he would be sure to thank the God who kept the stars for giving him this woman, for blessing him with all he would ever need.
For now, he meant to keep right on kissing her. And she seemed perfectly willing to let him.