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Authors: Lori Wick
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Historical, Regency, England, Love Stories, Religious, Christian, INSPIRATIONAL ROMANCE, captivity, Survival After Airplane Accidents; Shipwrecks; Etc, Arab Countries
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or putting them behind me, content that Sunny is going home."
"Were you able to gain any clues as to why they let the girl go?"
"No, and that's one of my biggest concerns. I had no time alone
the man who delivered her to me, and at the time I was hesitant i cause a scene. You see, Sunny knew nothing of my arrival." I, "Are you serious?" John's voice spoke of his surprise.
**She was told she could tour an English ship when it came into Inert. She was introduced to me as though I was just any captain on fcthe sea. After her tour they gave her something to drink; the drink
.drugged."
John continued to stare at his friend as Brandon related the en-story. John's eyes grew large as his surprise turned to astonish-icnt on hearing that Sunny had jumped overboard.
"By the time I got her back in the cabin, all I wanted was to /move out of those waters and take her as far from Darhabar as pos'sible. I knew if I stayed, she would only attempt another escape, and after all these years, I was not about to lose her again. Before I met Sunny I felt more reasonable. I viewed her coming home with a certain amount of detachment. But after meeting her, my emotions took over. After I'd seen her, all I cared about was her comfort and safety."
John nodded in complete understanding. There was something very vulnerable about Sunny Gallagher. She was a proud beauty and seemingly in control of every move, but if one watched long enough, one could see the tiny cracks in her armor, cracks that gave away the feet that she was little more than a frightened child.
"She doesn't care to be reminded that she's still a child." Brandon voiced his friend's thoughts. "But she is, and I am committed to seeing her home and safely into the arms of her family."
"We're praying for both you and Sunny, but I think you know that, Hawk."
"Yes, I do, and I thank you, John." A brief silence ensued while both men digested events of the day. Brandon shifted, seeking more comfort in his chair, and asked, "How is the mission work going?"
John, always willing to talk about the way God was using him and Cheryl, began to share about his work. Cheryl and Sunny were still not back, but for the moment the men didn't notice. They might have been surprised to know that there was an equally intense conversation going on upstairs.
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"If you are English, why do you live here?"
Cheryl hesitated over her answer, reluctant to use the word "missions" or "missionaries." "John and I love Freeport, not just the country itself, but the people. We have something we believe in very strongly, and feel a burden to share it with others."
"What do you share?"
"We share our belief that the Bible is God's Word, and that His Son, Jesus Christ, is the Savior of the world.**
Sunny looked thoughtful. "I wonder what Brandon believes. He reads often, and when I asked him about the book, he said it was his Bible. Do you and Brandon believe the same Bible?"
"Yes, Sunny, we do. What do you believe, Sunny?" The question was put very gently, and the young girl responded to the warmth in Cheryl's voice.
"I believe as Indira does."
"Indira?"
"My mother in Darhabar. She believes that we have no control over anything on this earth. All things are ordered, and what is to be will be. The emir believes that we control our own destiny, but of course he would feel that way, seeing as he's a man."
Her voice carried a note of cynicism, and Cheryl asked carefully, "What does his being a man have to do with it?"
"Men control everything in this world," Sunny told her logically, and with complete assurance. "You must realize that since you're married. John's word is everything, yes?"
The word "no" sprang to Cheryl's tongue, but she quickly stifled it. How in the world could she deal with such a dictatorial belief without making a mockery of God's perfect plan for husbands and wives?
"John and I have a partnership, Sunny," Cheryl began. "He is the head of our home, yet he's also a servant."
Cheryl
"Were you able to gain any clues as to why they let the girl go?"
"No, and that's one of my biggest concerns. I had no time alone
the man who delivered her to me, and at the time I was hesitant i cause a scene. You see, Sunny knew nothing of my arrival." I, "Are you serious?" John's voice spoke of his surprise.
**She was told she could tour an English ship when it came into Inert. She was introduced to me as though I was just any captain on fcthe sea. After her tour they gave her something to drink; the drink
.drugged."
John continued to stare at his friend as Brandon related the en-story. John's eyes grew large as his surprise turned to astonish-icnt on hearing that Sunny had jumped overboard.
"By the time I got her back in the cabin, all I wanted was to /move out of those waters and take her as far from Darhabar as pos'sible. I knew if I stayed, she would only attempt another escape, and after all these years, I was not about to lose her again. Before I met Sunny I felt more reasonable. I viewed her coming home with a certain amount of detachment. But after meeting her, my emotions took over. After I'd seen her, all I cared about was her comfort and safety."
John nodded in complete understanding. There was something very vulnerable about Sunny Gallagher. She was a proud beauty and seemingly in control of every move, but if one watched long enough, one could see the tiny cracks in her armor, cracks that gave away the feet that she was little more than a frightened child.
"She doesn't care to be reminded that she's still a child." Brandon voiced his friend's thoughts. "But she is, and I am committed to seeing her home and safely into the arms of her family."
"We're praying for both you and Sunny, but I think you know that, Hawk."
"Yes, I do, and I thank you, John." A brief silence ensued while both men digested events of the day. Brandon shifted, seeking more comfort in his chair, and asked, "How is the mission work going?"
John, always willing to talk about the way God was using him and Cheryl, began to share about his work. Cheryl and Sunny were still not back, but for the moment the men didn't notice. They might have been surprised to know that there was an equally intense conversation going on upstairs.
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"If you are English, why do you live here?"
Cheryl hesitated over her answer, reluctant to use the word "missions" or "missionaries." "John and I love Freeport, not just the country itself, but the people. We have something we believe in very strongly, and feel a burden to share it with others."
"What do you share?"
"We share our belief that the Bible is God's Word, and that His Son, Jesus Christ, is the Savior of the world.**
Sunny looked thoughtful. "I wonder what Brandon believes. He reads often, and when I asked him about the book, he said it was his Bible. Do you and Brandon believe the same Bible?"
"Yes, Sunny, we do. What do you believe, Sunny?" The question was put very gently, and the young girl responded to the warmth in Cheryl's voice.
"I believe as Indira does."
"Indira?"
"My mother in Darhabar. She believes that we have no control over anything on this earth. All things are ordered, and what is to be will be. The emir believes that we control our own destiny, but of course he would feel that way, seeing as he's a man."
Her voice carried a note of cynicism, and Cheryl asked carefully, "What does his being a man have to do with it?"
"Men control everything in this world," Sunny told her logically, and with complete assurance. "You must realize that since you're married. John's word is everything, yes?"
The word "no" sprang to Cheryl's tongue, but she quickly stifled it. How in the world could she deal with such a dictatorial belief without making a mockery of God's perfect plan for husbands and wives?
"John and I have a partnership, Sunny," Cheryl began. "He is the head of our home, yet he's also a servant."
Cheryl
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