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It was stupid. Keith knew it, but the quieter the house got, the more he wanted to check, just one time. They were already in bed, probably asleep, and yet, he wanted to make sure of that. Finally, unable to talk himself out of it, he quietly exited his room on the far opposite side of the mansion. He shook his head as he crossed past the master suite. How very far it seemed from the kids’ rooms.
Not for the first time ever, he wondered why they bothered to have Pete and Izzy in the first place. Little trophies. That’s all they had ever really been. It was just like Ike said. Kids were meant to live with their parents, not be put on display to make the parents look good. Shaking his head to clear it of the disturbing thoughts, Keith made his way to the three doors at the far end of the hall.
He noticed without really looking that the light was on under her door. She was probably reading or getting ready for bed. He’d have to be extra quiet. On his way to Isabella’s door, however, he noticed the white door on the opposite side cracked open. That was strange. Curious, he stepped over to it and peeked inside. The scene beyond knocked sanity and air from him simultaneously.
There, on her knees, next to Peter’s bed knelt Maggie. He couldn’t see her face, but her back was arched. She was huddled in the protectiveness of her shoulders. Next to her, Peter lay, eyes closed, but turned toward her.
“And help Mommy and Daddy come home safely. Thank You for today, God. Give us good sleep tonight, and let us have a great day tomorrow. Amen.”
Unbidden tears sprang into Keith’s heart as he watched.
“Amen.” Peter’s eyes opened, and he smiled at Maggie. Just then he glanced up, and Keith knew he was busted. He sniffed self-consciously.
In the next heartbeat Maggie whirled around, fear and determination met in her face right up until she figured out who he was standing there. She stumbled to her feet. “Keith. I didn’t hear you there.”
The A-lined white cotton shirt set off her curves as did the oversized tan pants. They were very loose and too short to be called pants. He was having trouble getting a full thought through his head. “I… I’m sorry. I was just checking everything before I turned in.”
“Oh.” Her hand slid to the back of her shirt, which she pulled down. Then she brought her hand back around her middle and scratched the inside of her other forearm. “Everything locked down tight?”
“Seems to be.”
If he hadn’t been thrown so hard off-track, he might have noticed how much trouble she was having to not fidget right off the planet. She wrapped her arms in front of her and scratched behind her ear. “We were…” Her gaze fell to Peter. “… just…”
Compassion for her came over him. “No, hey. No need to explain. I talk to Him sometimes too.”
“Oh.” She seemed rooted to the spot. “Well… I guess I should be getting to bed.” Her smile became gentle as she glanced back at Peter. “You, mister, have a good night. Okay? I’ll see you in the morning.”
The quiet peace of the scene traced over Keith as he watched her tuck the covers in around Pete. She was going to make a marvelous mother someday.
“Good night, sweet prince.” She kissed the tips of two of her fingers and pressed them onto Peter’s forehead. “Now go to sleep.” Gently she drifted her fingers over his face and down the sides of his nose. With a sigh, he settled down and soft peace came over his little face.
Maggie turned back to the door and walked all the way to it and through it without stopping. Keith let her pass and then closed the door and stood watching her in the hallway.
“That was nice.”
She had made it to her door obviously not planning to stop and talk to him. Her gaze was down when she turned to him. “Peter has a tough time getting to sleep. It seems to help.”
Tenderness touched his heart. “So, you do that every night… pray with him?”
It took her a long moment before she nodded. “It always helps me, so I figured it couldn’t hurt with him.”
True admiration for her tilted his head to the side. “They’re lucky to have you.”
She tried to meet his gaze but couldn’t hold it. “I wish I could do more. They’re great kids.”
If he could’ve thought of something to say that would’ve kept her there, he would’ve said it. However, for some reason his brain wasn’t cooperating with his mouth.
“Well, ‘night.” She turned, opened her door, and stepped inside.
And then she was gone. Keith closed his eyes and shook his head. Why she had this effect on him, he couldn’t clearly tell. This was completely crazy. He was, after all, engaged to be married. Engaged. That meant you weren’t up at all hours of the night, standing in darkened hallways with some woman in her pajamas. He needed to call Dallas if for no other reason than to douse the guilt slashing its way through him.
Okay, there are certain things in this life a girl just shouldn’t have to deal with. Changing flat tires for instance. Radiators overheating, yes. A busted pipe. Programming the remote control. But being blindsided like that wasn’t fair at all. When the door closed between them, Maggie forced herself to breathe in a deep inhale. It did nothing at all to stop the swimming of her thoughts or the racing of her heart, but at that point anything was worth a try.
Showing up in the kitchen at breakfast for no reason was one thing. Showing up when she was in her oldest pajamas with the rip on one side was quite another. Her hand went up to her hair, and she raked her fingers through it extra hard. There was no telling how she looked, but how he looked? Wow, was he easy on the eyes. Not to even mention how heart-stoppingly handsome he was minus the hat and the bandana. Dark hair, cropped extra short, and that face, and that smile. Ugh. It just wasn’t fair.
She rolled her eyes so she was looking up at the ceiling in desperation. “God, listen to me. I do not need to fall for this guy. I don’t need him to keep showing up like this. Please. Please. I’m asking You…”
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Maggie Montgomery drives her aging Chevette up the hill, hoping it will make it to the huge Texas mansion with its tall pillars before the engine dies of thirst. Neither
the car nor her outfit borrowed from the foster home fit the manicured estate. But she has to get this nanny job. The $2 in her pocket won’t take her to the next town, much less three hours back to Del Rio.
After being shown around the children’s wing by the children’s mother—the impeccably dressed Vivian Ayer, Maggie trips down the stairs and into the arms of the handyman, she assumes. When Vivian’s husband dismisses the worker, Maggie finds herself duly interviewed and surprisingly employed. And suddenly, she’s alone in the house for a week with a two-year-old girl, a four-year-old boy, a Spanish housekeeper, and a surly social secretary, plus that handsome handyman, when the Ayers decide to go on a cruise.
Keith Ayer finds the new nanny for his half-brother and -sister quite appealing. And overseeing things at the mansion in his father’s absence proves no hardship either. Even the obligatory phone calls to his fiance at law school can’t diminish his enjoyment of the young nanny and her sweet prayers over the children that he shows up for each night. But what Keith doesn’t know is how much he and the girl have in common. It’s a heartache he’s never fully understood.
This is more than a romance. The author cuts straight to the heart of God–love. God is love. Even through unexpected tragedies. And we can overcome evil with good–by His love.
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By Tuesday night Rebecca’s hand was mended—her heart, however, was a different story. She hadn’t seen him since Saturday night, and although she had managed to convince herself it was to be expected, she hadn’t managed to convince herself it was okay.
So, the wings on her feet crashed her into her Psychology chair fifteen minutes early on the off-chance that they would be early and she would have the undeniable privilege of hearing his voice again. The angels, she knew, wouldn’t sound as sweet.
The pen in her hand doodled across the page. Eric and Rebecca. Rebecca and Eric. Hearts and flowers. It was all she could see when she thought of him. When that page was full, she turned the page and had just started the scribbling intently when she heard the voice that echoed continually in her head coming from the door, down the aisle, right to the seats behind her.
“No, man, I didn’t blow you off,” Eric said as he approached her desk. “I had a lot of stuff to get done.”
“Like what? More studying?” spike-haired guy asked as she felt Eric take the seat behind hers.
“Is that so hard to believe?”
“From you? Yeah.” Spike-haired guy laughed in a way that made Rebecca want to turn around and knock his head off his shoulders. How dare he make fun of Eric.
“I needed to meet with Diane,” Eric said defensively. “She was going to help me with sign language.”
“At ten o’clock on a Saturday night?” spike-haired guy asked.
“It was the only time she could meet.”
Rebecca’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Saturday night?
“Well, the party was just getting started. You could’ve invited her over.”
“We studied at the Student Union it was quieter there.”
Saturday night he was playing pool—alone, Rebecca’s head said as she listened.
“Sign language?” spike-headed guy asked as if that was akin to cleaning cesspools.
“Well, what time did she go home?”
Clinging to every word, Rebecca pressed back against the chair, waiting to hear the answer.
“About 11:15. The place was a madhouse.”
“I thought you said it was quieter.”
“Oh, yeah. Well…”
Rebecca heard the stumble.
“It was, but then a ton of people showed up, so we decided to pack it in for the night.”
“Uh-huh,” spike-haired guy said. “And where did you go after that?”
“She went home, and I went home.” Eric’s story paused. “I know. Wonderful night, but she’s not my type anyway. She’s all interested in her studies. Glasses, books, notebooks—you know the type. Not the kind of girl I’m looking for.”
Unconsciously Rebecca pushed her glasses up as her heart dropped.
“Yeah,” spike-haired guy said. “Seems like I remember that.”
Mr. Templeton walked in down front, but Rebecca’s attention never wavered from the seat behind her. Eric was obviously lying. Yes, he was at the Student Union, but there was no girl. Was there? Fighting with her brain to recall every last detail of the non-encounter, Rebecca examined the clock in her mind. Although she couldn’t clearly remember the time they had left, it was 11:25 when she and Holly got back to their room.
How far was it from the Student Union to her dorm? Five minutes? Ten? But even so, his line about studying the rest of the time was totally bogus. And although she knew she should be paying attention to the lecture down front, one thought kept working its way into her brain. Why was he lying?
Staci Stallings is an amazingly gifted writer. Her characters are fabulous and her writing is so poetic. I love all of her stories! I’ve read, The Price of Silence, three times now. It’s that good. Wait, did I say good? Make that great! There are places in this story that keep you on the edge of your seat, holding your breath, wondering what’s going to happen next, and places that have you crying–so get the Kleenex–and other places that have you saying, “Ah-h-h.” Because of the strong message in, The Price of Silence, I think it should be mandatory reading in every middle school and high school. Sometimes doing the right thing isn’t easy. And sometimes we stand alone when we do choose to do what’s right. Find out if protagonist Robyn Lockhart does what’s right in the face of danger, and if she stands alone. The Price of Silence, is an excellent read for all ages. I highly recommend it, and all of Staci’s books.
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