New neighbor Chad Lawson seems too perfect. At least to Rebecca McKaslin, who's been burned by a Prince Charming–type before. Worried, her loving family supports her time-out from romance. Yet, as Rebecca gets to know her handsome, churchgoing neighbor, his reliable, friendly nature challenges her resistance to relationships. Soon, she wonders if God put him in her life for a reason. Should she accept this rare gift and risk her heart again?
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The phone was ringing inside her apartment, but Rebecca McKaslin stepped out into the late-summer evening anyway. Thank goodness for caller ID. Why was Chris calling? He knew she wouldn't talk to him ever again—mostly because she'd told him so. How many times would she have to let it ring before he got a clue?
Exasperated, she yanked the door shut and the lock gave a metallic click. See, this was the reason she'd adopted her newly instated No Man policy. Men, they didn't call when you wanted them to, but when you didn't want them to call ever, then, voilà, the phone rang off the hook.
Well, she was a free and independent woman these days and she wasn't even going to let the thought of her ex-boyfriend bug her. It was too bad that he had regrets, because she didn't, thank you very much. She went to hike her purse strap higher on her shoulder—
Wait. No purse strap.
No purse. How had she forgotten it? It was right there by the door on the little hallway table where the phone had been ringing with Chris's number flashing away.
No biggie, she told herself and lifted her hand to sort through her keys.
Wait. No keys. She stared at her empty hand. Had she left her key ring inside, too? Oh, probably. Talk about being an airhead, Rebecca. If she wasn't careful, she was going to turn into her sister Ava who, as adorable as she was, forgot everything.
Okay, this was a major problem. How was she going to drive the car? Pick up the pizza? Get to her sister's house in time to babysit?
Good going, Rebecca. Way to start off the evening. She folded a stray lock of brown hair out of her eyes. She tried the doorknob just in case it wasn't really locked and that click had been a figment of her imagination.
Nope. The knob didn't turn. Wasn't that just her luck? If she had her purse, she would have her cell phone and so a quick call to someone in her family would fix this in a jiffy. If it wasn't after five o'clock on a Friday, she could bother her neighbor Ephraim, but he was off at a church function.
So who did that leave? Asking a neighbor she didn't know to borrow a phone? She hadn't lived in this complex long. She didn't know her neighbors, other than Ephraim, but she was going to have to start knocking on doors. As she was shy, that was not something she was looking forward to. Although judging by the quiet stillness of the complex, most of them probably wouldn't be home.
On a brighter note, the phone inside her apartment had stopped ringing. Was Chris finally giving up? Getting a hint? Finding a clue?
A girl could always hope. Because she was done with dudes for good—or at least the next decade. Prince Charming could come walking around the corner and she would be Fort Knox. Her affections impenetrable. Her No Man policy was unshakable.
"You need any help?" A man's voice came out of nowhere right behind her.
Her heart jumped hard enough to make it to the moon and back. She turned around and clutched the porch rail to steady herself. There was a drop-dead handsome guy standing on her walkway—and not just everyday ordinary handsome, either. But twenty on a scale of ten. Really wow. She had to be dreaming, right? She blinked, but nope, the gorgeous guy was still standing there as real as could be.
He was a big athletic-looking guy—not heavily muscled, but not lanky, either. He was tall with blond hair and a wholesome, guy-next-door grin. He wore a loose sport T-shirt and basketball shorts. Friendly looking.
"I saw you lock yourself out." He had a wholesome smile, too, one that brought out a dimple in his right cheek and an honest sparkle in his dark eyes. He was also carrying a cardboard box in the crook of his arm. "I wasn't peeping or anything. I was unloading my truck and I couldn't help noticing. I'm moving in next door."
"Oh, you're Ephraim's new roommate?"
"Guilty. You must be Rebecca. He's talked about you. Only good things, though. Said to look you up if I wanted to join a Bible study group."
"I'd be happy to give you the information, except—"
"All your information is inside?"
"Yep."
"Isn't that always how it goes?" He flashed her a hundred-watt grin. "You look like you're on your way somewhere."
"Yep, in a hurry without the keys to start my car."
"That's gotta spell trouble." He was, as her sister Ava would say, super-duper.
But was she noticing? No. It was good to know her No Man policy was firmly in place. Talk about peace of mind. She crossed her arms over her heart like a shield. "Trouble? That's the least of it. I'm running late, and now this. It's just been one of those days of doom."
"Hey, I have those too now and then."
There was something about that friendly smile, Rebecca decided as she found herself smiling back. If there really was a Prince Charming, then this man would be him.
"A pretty girl like you is probably rushing out for a date, right?"
"I'm pleading the fifth on that one."
"I see." His voice was warm as if it was a smile all on its own. "I'm Chad, by the way. Chad Lawson."
"Rebecca McKaslin."
"Well, Rebecca. Do you have a spare key lying around?"
"No. I'm not that organized." Mostly because she wasn't usually this absentminded. "And if I did, I wouldn't be standing here staring like I've lost my mind."
"That's not how I would describe you."
"Then you are too kind." She shaded her eyes with her hand. "I hate to bother you, but could I use your phone?"
"That would be no bother at all." There went that dimple, flashing at her. He had the knack of putting people at ease. "You're going to call a locksmith?"
"Or my sister for the key. It's her condo. I rent from her. She's not going to be happy with me. Katherine is pregnant and on bed rest."
"Is she going to be okay?"
Rebecca sighed. Right now she should start collecting all the reasons why she wasn't going to like Chad, but then he had to go and ask the perfect question. She had to like anyone who asked about her family. "It looks as if she and the baby will be fine, but you never know. It's some high blood pressure problem."
"I'll keep her in my prayers." He seemed sincere standing there with the sunlight bronzing him and concern on his chiseled face. "You don't want to disturb her by getting that key. I've got an idea."
"What kind of idea?" This ought to be interesting. She squinted at him, trying to figure out why he was being so nice. Maybe he was just a nice guy—or liked people to think he was. A smart girl would be on guard for that kind of thing.
"How about I break in for you?"
"Break in? Uh, that has the word break in it."
"Sure, but not literally." There was something reassuring about him as he set down the cardboard box he carried on the concrete walkway. "I'm assuming that your unit has a sliding-glass door like ours does?"
"Sure, but—"
"Then trust me."
Wow, he had the most honest eyes. Good thing there wasn't a single bit of interest. Nada. Zero on a scale of ten.
"Wait here. I'll be right back." He had classic features, a confident rugged air to him, tousled blond hair and wide shoulders. In short: gorgeous.
Didn't that spell trouble?
Not for me, she reminded herself. She wanted to find fault with him but she couldn't. She didn't want to like the way two dimples bracketed his friendly, open smile or the dependable line of his wide shoulders as he turned and disappeared around the corner of her condo.
Was he a locksmith or something? She checked her watch; she had called in a pizza order for pickup and it was probably about ready. She didn't want the cheesy sticks to dry out. How long did it take for a locksmith to pick a lock, or whatever it was that they did?
She tried not to think about how disappointed little Tyler was going to be if they didn't have the pizza night she'd promised him. Hey, she was going to be disappointed, too, because she loved her nights with the munchkins. Family was everything to her. Simply everything.
The warm wind gusted gently, bringing the scent of roses from the garden around back. She let the fragrance wash through her. Just the sweet old-fashioned scent soothed her. Why was she so tense?
It wasn't only from Chris's barrage of calls. He'd done this before when they were off again. She was managing through the stress. It would stop, if all went according to her experience with him. No, what bothered her was much more complex, and it troubled her every time she sat still long enough to feel it.
She ought to be moving forward with her life instead of being stuck in place. Everything felt off. She hated feeling like this, lost and at loose ends. Why was it still bugging her? Hadn't she come to a good solution last night in prayer?
Yes. She was letting go and letting God.
Another phone started to ring again—she recognized the electronic jingle of her cell phone muffled by the thick door. No doubt it was Chris again, persistent, as always.
I'm giving this up to you, too, Lord. She looked heavenward and heard the phone cut off—and start ringing again. Not the best of signs, but her faith was strong. I trust You with this. I know You have a plan.
And speaking of a plan, where had the neighbor guy gone? There wasn't one sign of Chad. Then again, there wasn't the sound of breaking glass, either. That had to be a good thing.
Suddenly her doorknob rattled and turned. She startled in surprise as the door swung open to reveal Chad standing in her foyer.
"What? How did you—" She leaned against the rail as he joined her on the porch. "What did you do?"
"I went to your patio and popped open the sliding-glass door."
That fazed her. "But it was locked."
"Yep. Don't worry, your door doesn't have a scratch on it."
"But how did you open it?"
"Trade secret. I used to work summers for my uncle. He owns a glass shop." Chad shrugged those wonderful shoulders of his. Washed in sunlight and charm, he looked like a wholesome, decent man. "You really should get a dowel for the track. That will keep burglars from doing the same thing I did."
"Great. I feel so much better...
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This great book is about the final McKaslin sister in this series. The author gets down to the nitty gritty with this one because the heroine is being harassed by her ex-boyfriend which means it's not as light reading as some of them, but it certainly isn't as heart-wrenching as the previous McKaslin book.
Rebecca McKaslin has finally broken up with her long-standing boyfriend much to the relief of the rest of the McKaslin clan. And, she's gone one step further and said she's had enough of men. Wouldn't you know it...the perfect man moves in next door, ready to rescue Rebecca whenever the ex shows up. But after all these years, Rebecca doesn't want to be rescued. She wants to handle it herself without help from anyone...especially someone who's too handsome for his own good, regularly attends church and challenges her man policy. The McKaslin Clan Series 3: Book 1 - A Soldier for Christmas LI 367 - Oct 06 - Kelly Book 2 - Precious Blessings LI 383 - Feb 07 - Katherine Book 3 - Every Kind of Heaven LI 387 - Mar 07 - Ava Book 4 - Everyday Blessings LI 400 - Jun 07 - Aubrey Book 5 - A McKaslin Homecoming LI 403 - Jul 07 - Lauren Book 6 - Her Wedding Wish LI 447 - Jun 08 - Danielle Book 7 - Her Perfect Man - LI 455 - Aug 08 - Rebecca Book 8 - His Holiday Heart - LI 467 - Jan 08 - Spencer Heat Level: Affectionate
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her night in shining armor moved in next door, just in time. but Rebecca was a feminist and stood up for herself with her ex. but the new man has a history that was bad but he redemed himself after he did the bad act.
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