Love Everlasting (Isle of Hope series Book 2) (34 page)

Sam hung his head, arms limp over his legs, and when his shoulders began to shake, Chase realized he was weeping. “God forgive me,” he whispered, the sound as broken as the man.

“He does, Sam,” Chase said quietly, “and so does Shannon.”

Sam shook his head vehemently, voice harsh. “No, I don’t deserve it, and I definitely don’t deserve her.”

“None of us do, man, which is why the grace of God is so awesome. Unmerited favor, Doc. Can’t earn it, can’t steal it, can’t buy it.” He laid a hand on Sam’s shoulder, a hint of jest in his tone. “Although God knows you’ve tried, more than any human being I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, I have,” Sam said numbly, eyes glazed with moisture as he stared straight ahead. “‘Trappings,’ Shannon calls them, all those things I do and buy to make myself feel worthy.”

Chase exhaled softly, grateful Sam had filled him in on his abandonment by his mother at a very young age. He paused. “Worthy enough so someone will stay forever?”

Sam laughed, the sound bitter as he slapped at the wetness in his eyes. “Yeah, something like that.”

Chase squeezed Sam’s shoulder before letting go. “I will never leave you nor forsake you,” he quoted, just saying the words out loud bringing a calm to his soul. “And He won’t, Sam, and I say that from hard experience. He never deserted me in the burnt-out hovels of Iraq when enemy fire was raining down, nor when snipers picked off my buddies like fleas on a dog. And you know what?” Tears stung the back of his lids as he thought of the irreplaceable friend who had tirelessly tried to teach him about faith. “Not even those buddies who knew Him,” he whispered, “because the moment a bullet stole their last breath,
He
became their next, standing right alongside to usher them into a world without hate and pain. A world that makes this one look like a trash heap, man, where all the abandonment, all the betrayal, all the sin of any kind, is burned away by the blinding beauty of His unfailing love.” Emotion grew thick in his throat. “A love that will never—just like our God—leave us nor forsake us.”

“Love Everlasting …” Sam whispered, staring off into space once again. “Something Shannon talks about a lot.”

“Because it’s something she discovered when she was in the bowels of hell, just like I did in the crossfires of Iraq, and like Jack did with his father and Lacey with hers. ‘I have loved you with an everlasting love,’ God said, which is the only thing we can really bank on in this life, Sam, the only thing we can truly put our confidence in. Not in things. Not in people. And definitely not in ourselves.”

Sam grunted.

“And you know the best part? Nothing you do or say can take it away. Nor anything anyone else does or says—
nothing
! ‘Neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God.’” He slapped him on the back and rose. “So. What are you going to do about Shannon?”

Sam gouged at the bridge of his nose, eyes closed and a pained expression on his face. “Apologize if she’ll let me, although she hasn’t answered my texts or calls between the time she left last night and when I finally fell asleep.” He exhaled long and slow, as if letting everything go. “And then I’ll leave her alone, which is what she obviously wants.”

“Do you love her?”

Sam gave him a slitted stare. “No, Rev, I just sucked down a bottle of scotch and puked my guts out because I’m mildly attracted to her.”

“You can be a real smart aleck, you know that, Cunningham?”

“Humph. Can’t be too smart—I just blew it with the woman I love.”

“So fix it. Spend some time on your knees—both with God and with her—then take it from there.”

Sam shook his head. “I don’t know, Chase, she deserves so much better than me.”

Chase slacked a hip with a roll of his eyes. “Don’t tell me we’re back to that ‘worthy’ whine again. Well, you know what? She
does
deserve better than you,” he said with a wry smile, “but I don’t plan to make a move because she wants you, lughead.” He took a sniff. “Although the way you reek right now, I sure don’t know why.”

Chase hesitated, wishing for the briefest of moments that he was in Sam’s shoes despite the way that he smelled. “So treat her like the treasure she is, Sam, and be the man that she needs you to be. Which means no more drunks when things get too tough or lashing out at her when she falls from grace, because she will, man, like every single one of us. Just love her for who she is, not who you want her to be—just like God does with us.”

He paused to draw in a deep breath, slowly releasing it again. “And above all else—never,
ever
take your hurt out on her, because hurt stabs blindly, Sam, but when it’s done—they’re not the only one bleeding.” Giving Sam a jostle with his foot, Chase ambled from the room, turning only when he reached the door. “And get a realllly hot shower, will you? Because right now, you stink a whole lot more than your life.”

Chapter Forty-Seven

“Come on, Shan—you sure you don’t want to go to Cold Stone?” Lacey wiggled her brows. “Jack’s buying,” she said in an obvious attempt to prod Shannon to go out. She rose from the Adirondack chair between Shannon’s and Cat’s with a jut of her lower lip, the mournful wail of a loon underscoring her sad face as the shadows of dusk stole away the light of day. “You’ve been cooped up here for two solid weeks except for work and church, sweetie, and Cat and I both think you need to get out.”

“Hey, guys, I
am
out,” Shannon said with a chuckle, arms wide to indicate the great outdoors where she’d been spending all of her evenings for the last few weeks. “I told you, Lace—I’m just taking some time to think and pray, kind of like a retreat.” She rested her head on the back of her chair with palms flat on its wide arms. “Besides, I like to watch the lazy roll of the river.”

Cat chuckled. “And I like to watch the grass grow, sis, but preferably at Cold Stone. Come on, Lace, leave her be. She’s happy ‘communing with God,’” Cat said with a droll smile, the tease in her tone indicating she’d been around this mountain with her sister before. “She’s been assuring me all week that she wants for nothing right now.”

“Uh …” Shannon shot her sister and sister-in-law a faint smile, waggling her brows like Lacey had. “Except maybe a cheesecake fantasy to go?”

“Yes!” Cat pumped a fist in the air. “She
finally
wants ice cream again, which is definite progress. Even
if
it’s not the type of ‘fantasy’ I’d like her to indulge in.” She pressed a kiss to Shannon’s hair. “You want anything else, sis?”

Sam Cunningham with extra sprinkles?

“Nope, just the fantasy, please, and you’ll find me right here.”

Indulging in a little fantasy of my own.

“No doubt about that.” Lacey bent to give her a quick hug before following Cat to the ramp, tossing a wink over her shoulder. “And we’ll order yours right before we leave so it won’t be mush by the time you get it, okay?”

“Perfect. Thanks, guys, I really appreciate it.”

Sinking back into her chair, Shannon released a peaceful sigh, the sound of water lapping the shore working its magic, along with the shimmer of the river against a scarlet sky. An osprey glided over the fiery horizon, its graceful dance in natural rhythm with willowy grasses that swayed and shushed on the shore.

Chin lifted, she closed her eyes to feel the caress of a sea breeze mingling with the salty scent of the marsh, and her rib cage expanded with gratitude for the God Who had set her as free as the osprey overhead. “Thank you, Lord, for your unfailing love,” she whispered, saltwater flooding her eyes like it flooded the grassy shores at high tide. Because she knew that although Sam had hurt her deeply, God had used it to bury the past. All of it.

The pain of Eric’s betrayal.

Her deadly, deep-seated need for approval.

And the shame of losing that very approval from both God and her family.

A single tear slithered her cheek as she relived Sam’s rejection that night, the loss of his approval the final blow to a stronghold that had held her in bondage far too long.

Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.

So for one week she’d done exactly what her mother said—praise and prayer—and in the process she discovered a freedom she’d never known before. A freedom she wouldn’t have known at all if God hadn’t used the pain of Sam’s rejection to reveal that her past was over and done. And in its place was a hope as bright and shiny as the dawn of a new day, where the God of Hope promised to give her a future and a hope.

A future ....
She opened her eyes to scan the heavens, listening for that Still Small Voice she so trusted to guide her.
I need to know, Lord—will that be with Sam?

She thought so. She hoped so. But she promised herself she’d give it time to think and pray, to make sure it was what God wanted her to do. Sam seemed to want it—he’d called and texted every day, begging to see her, sending her gifts, emailing his hopes for the future. But Shannon never responded directly, only through Jack, allowing vague assurances from her brother that his sister just needed more time.

She spied the osprey soaring overhead once again and a soft smile lighted on her lips. The bird’s whistling call reminded her of a teakettle on the boil, and her thoughts suddenly leapfrogged to Sam. On the boil, indeed—her feelings for him steeped strong and too hot to handle. Her smile took a slide to the left. Which was exactly why she needed this time alone. She couldn’t think clearly when Sam was around, because one word, one moment, one kiss had a way of bubbling her emotions, causing good intentions to float away in a fog as quickly as the steam whistling from the teapot.

And the truth was—this decision was too important to allow Sam to sway her in any way. She loved him with everything in her, and although the last month of dating had helped to assuage her fears about his prior “player” tendencies, she couldn’t help but wonder if one month was enough to know for sure? To base a future on? True, he no longer flirted with other women in her presence or even glanced their way, focusing only on her in a manner that made her blossom and bloom into the woman she’d always hoped to be.

Cherished forever by the man that she loved.

But forever was a very long time. Especially if a man didn’t accept you for who you were and belittled you for the things that you did.

Or loved his “trappings” far more than his wife?

Shannon absently nibbled her lip, worry lines crimping her brow.

Or resorted to alcohol whenever things didn’t quite go his way?

Rising from the chair, Shannon sighed, the wispy sound more in tune with the mournful call of the loon than the cheerful chatter of the osprey that soared high in the dusk. Her eyes scanned the heavens as she sought her answer, seeking the guidance of the only One she could truly trust. “So, what do you say, God?” she said out loud. “Is Sam the one for me? Will You give me a sign?”

Silence reigned for several moments while Shannon closed her eyes, waiting for an answer. But the only thing she heard was the rising trill of tree frogs and the hoot of a faraway owl, obviously tuning up for the night. That and the husky clear of a throat.

“Uh, if He doesn’t get back to you right away, can I take a shot?”

She spun around so fast, she almost tipped over. And might have, if not for Sam’s firm hands, which steadied her waist, but did absolutely nothing for her heart. It shot straight to her throat while her pulse took off in a sprint. “Sam!” she rasped, barely able to catch her breath as she splayed a trembling hand to her chest, “I didn’t hear you …”

“I know,” he said quietly, his sheepish smile fading a lot more quickly than the prickles of heat searing her skin. “In fact, you haven’t ‘heard’ me at all, Shan—not my calls, not my texts, not my tokens of apology for a solid two weeks.” He offered a slight shrug, along with a repentant half-smile. “So I decided to plead my case in person.”

She took a step back, arms crossed and cordoned to her waist like a barrier in an effort to maintain some calm and control.
Please, Lord, lots and lots of control …

As if sensing her withdrawal, he backed up as well, hands buried in his pockets while he stared at his feet. He peered up with a half-lidded smile. “Jack said you’re going to be published—is that the book you were ghostwriting?”

She nodded, still unable to believe her name would be on the novel she’d just written. She had poured her heart into it—just like she had in her friendship with Sam—baring her soul in a story that so mirrored her own. Her heart skipped a beat. Only Princess Olivia and her former playboy had a fairytale ending …

Shannon sighed, the joy of publication dimmed by her situation with Sam. “It seems both the author and her editor loved the book so much, they insisted my name be listed as co-author.” Her lips lifted in a tremulous smile. “Along with a contract for a book of my own.”

His face lit up as he stepped forward, arms raised like he wanted to give her a hug. “Wow, Shan, that’s wonderful,” he said, quickly dropping them back to his sides when she withdrew a few more inches. “Sounds like a happy ending for both Olivia and you.” He slid his hands back into his pockets as if he didn’t know what else to do with them before his gaze gentled with hope. “I’d like to give you a happy ending, too, Shan,” he said quietly, “if you’ll let me.”

“I will, Sam, I promise,” she whispered, gaze tender. “But right now I need more time.”

“And right now I need
you
, Shannon,” he said firmly, closing the distance with a pained look of regret. His eyes locked on hers while he gently skimmed his palms down her arms. “I ‘need’ you to forgive me for hurting you the way that I did because I can’t live with myself if you don’t.”

“I’ve forgiven you, Sam …” She eased from his hold once again, his touch waging war with her resolve as she fought the seduction of those eyes. She’d always preferred to think of herself as more spiritual than physical, but Sam Cunningham had a way of blowing that assessment right out of the water, unleashing desire in her like no man ever had. Chewing on her lip, she tried to resist to no avail, peeking up at the man who possessed the power to disarm her, body and soul.

“But not forgotten,” he said quietly.

“No.” Her response was almost inaudible, barely wisping past her lips.

Exhaling loudly, he plunged his hands in the pockets of his prized Armani trousers, the matching charcoal jacket perfectly tailored to showcase his broad shoulders and narrow hips. It was complemented as always by one of his crisply starched Armani dress shirts, complete with silver stud cufflinks, and his favorite “new” Ralph Lauren tie. Her lips twitched in a near smile. One that was vomit-free, apparently.

As always, he looked like a GQ ad with a hint of scruff on his hard-sculpted jaw and dark curls groomed to perfection, just begging to be mussed. Those potent eyes refused to let her go, disarming her as they penetrated into her very soul. “Why didn’t you tell me, Shan?” he whispered, the hurt in his face damaging her far more than it did him.

Looking away, she swallowed hard, knowing full well he deserved an answer, deserved an apology as forthcoming as his, and one unhindered by fear. “I wanted to, Sam,” she whispered, the heat of her shame creeping into her cheeks, “but after we became good friends, I … was afraid. Afraid it would ruin your opinion of me, and all those seeds of faith I was trying so hard to sow.” She bit hard on her lip, scarcely aware of the taste of blood as tears burned beneath her lids. “And then when we began to” —a lump bobbed in her throat— “have stronger feelings for each other, I tried a number of times, but something always seemed to get in the way.” Sorrow welled in her eyes as they connected with his once again. “Until I was in so deep, I was petrified you’d turn me away.”

He hung his head. “Fears well-founded, apparently,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with remorse. Expelling a weighty sigh, he looked up, a glint of promise in his gaze. “I’ll never hurt you like that again, Shannon. I swear.”

“I hope not.” Her features turned tender. “But saying it doesn’t make it so, Sam,” she said softly. “It needs the test of time.”

He nodded, head bowed once again. “Does that mean time together? Or time apart?”

Her sigh floated on the same breeze that ruffled the dark curls on his head. “Time apart for a little bit longer, I think, just to make sure it’s what God wants me to do, then ample time together if He tells me you’re the one.”

He looked up beneath those nearly illegal lashes, mouth tipping up on one side. “So it’s Him I need to be talking to, not you?”

Her lips curved in a shy smile. “That would definitely help.”

“Good.” Within two firm strides, he had her in his arms with hands locked at the small of her back, wise enough to leave several inches between them. “Because I’ve been talking His ear off nonstop since the moment you walked out of my door, Shannon O’Bryen, and He and I are on sound agreement on one very important thing.” He cradled her face in his hands, the intensity in his eyes all but welding her to the spot. “We belong together, Shan, and I have never been surer of anything in my life. Give me the chance to prove it to you. To show you that I am exactly what you need because God knows you are everything I need and the only thing I really want.”

“Oh, Sam …” She blinked away more wetness, a tug-of-war tearing her apart. “
Never
have I wanted anything more, but deep down inside I need to feel
His
peace, just to be sure.” She cupped his bristled jaw, desperate to make him understand. “I’ve learned the hard way that I need to
see
love in action as well as hear it,” she whispered, the truth of the Scripture she’d read that morning still emblazoned in her mind.

Let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth. This is how we know that we belong to the truth and how we set our hearts at rest ...

Her heart bled through her tears as she gently tugged free of his embrace. “I need to know that our love is more important to you than your pride and your image and your fairytale idea of what pure love should be. And to know you’ll seek your comfort from God and me and not from a bottle.” Body quivering, she took another step back. “To know, Sam, that after God, I’m the most important thing in your life, your source of comfort and confidence like you are to me.” A sad smile trembled on her lips. “And although I hope and pray we belong together, too, I need time to see your commitment in action rather than in words if we do get back together again.”