As the host of her own television news show, Faith Marin works to expose
the truth for her viewers. But in her personal life, she's anchored her world
with firm boundaries in order to hide a family history she'd like to forget.
Her pro bass fisherman husband Geary's life is an open book, and unfortunately
his busybody family doesn't know the meaning of boundaries. Deception and
crippling differences soon derail their tender relationship, leading Faith to
believe her only option is to end the marriage. But while divorce papers sit on
her desk waiting to be signed, tragedy strikes and her heartrending decision is
interrupted. With her life in the balance, Faith finds that the one she has
been shutting out may be the very one she cannot bear to lose.
Kellie Coates Gilbert takes readers on an emotional roller coaster as she
weaves themes of unexpected trial, self-discovery, and forgiveness in this
profoundly honest portrait of the tensions that can break a marriage--and the
ultimate healing power of love.
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Faith shifted slightly closer to the camera to create a sense of urgency, as
she’d been trained. “In moments, officials will give the signal and these boats
positioned along the shoreline will launch three at a time.”
Chuck turned the camera to catch a shot of the launch.
As if on cue, idling engines roared to life. The first three boats in the
lineup inched forward. Applause drifted from across the inlet where a crowd of
onlookers gathered on a deck outside Wolfies, a popular local restaurant.
At the signal, the low-profiled boats heavily festooned with sponsorship decals
simultaneously screamed into action, speeding across the water and leaving
enormous plumes of water jetting from the rear motors. Three more bass boats
immediately followed. Then another group.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man in the yellow jacket edge his
boat closer. He watched her now from only a yard or so away. Continuing to
ignore him, she recorded her voice-over, using enough volume to be heard over
the distant engines. “And there they go, folks,” she said with bright
enthusiasm. “The final day of the Texas Bass Classic has officially begun.”
The boat she stood on wiggled slightly, causing her feet to become unsteady in
her heels. Suddenly, the wake from the launched boats landed against the side
of the boat she stood on, knocking her off-kilter. She scrambled a bit, tried
to catch her equilibrium.
Oh no! she thought, feeling her body shift recklessly. She moved her left foot
to catch herself. Then her right.
Too late.
A second and much more forceful wake hit. This time the increased impact caused
the boat to pitch in a way she didn’t expect.
Frantic to catch her balance, she reached for something to hang on to, her eyes
wide. She heard Chuck curse. At the same time he jumped back onto the dock, her
fingers loosened and she dropped the microphone.
Her ankle gave way, her pretty pump slipped from her foot.
“H-help!” she screamed.
She tumbled, barely having time to hold her breath as she listed over the side,
arms flailing.
Splash!
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut just before hitting the water’s surface.
Sound muffled and she sank into the depths of the murky green lake, arms wildly
pummeling against the water.
Suddenly, arms folded around her back and she felt their strength pull her in
an upward motion through the water. Seconds later, her head broke the surface.
She sputtered, choked.
“Are you all right?” Chuck grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the deck of
the boat next to where her notes and microphone lay abandoned.
Faith rubbed at her eyes. After barely daring to open them, she grabbed at a
piece of something slimy clinging to her face. She yanked the offending plant
off her cheek and coughed.
A spindly stick of a man with teeth too big for his face rushed up the dock.
“Hey, that’s my boat!”
Chuck held up his hand. “Sorry, dude. We’re sorry.”
“Is the lady okay?” the owner asked, frowning.
Chuck stood. “Yeah, she’s fine. Just wet.”
She wiped her face again, already feeling the heat of humiliation warming her
cheeks. What had she been thinking? She’d let her zeal for a good shot
unknowingly place her in a vulnerable situation that led straight to
catastrophe. Now what was she going to do?
Chuck helped her rescuer into the boat then. The dark-haired volunteer, the one
she’d purposely ignored, perched himself next to her. He was drenched, his legs
dangling off the bow of the flat bass boat. Tiny pieces of green plant
particles clung to his yellow vest. He gave her a sideways look, and Faith
couldn’t help but notice his blue-jean eyes lined with thick dark lashes.
“Uh, thank you,” she murmured, grateful the embarrassing incident hadn’t been
broadcast on a live shot. It was bad enough the small crowd watching from the
shore had seen.
Hopefully, Chuck could edit the footage and save the broadcast. Unfortunately,
they’d have to wrap the footage with what they had. And she’d missed having him
shoot a great close-up of her closing out the segment.
Her hands brushed dripping auburn hair from her wet shoulders. She’d also have
to see to it the cuts didn’t show up on some blooper reel at a future office
party. As it was, she’d have to bribe Chuck not to make her the laughingstock
at the studio for weeks to come.
The guy who’d pulled her from the water studied her, his dark blue eyes
narrowing as he sized her up.
“What?” she said, her tone a bit more curt than intended.
He held up his palms. “Hey, sorry.”
Immediately, she felt like a heel. She shook her head. “No, I’m sorry. It’s
just that, well—”
“Do you always do that?” he interrupted with an annoying grin.
“I beg your pardon?” He was teasing her, and she didn’t like it. Not bothering
to hide the fact, she tucked her bare foot beneath her and scanned the boat for
her missing shoe. “Do you mean staying focused, because a good reporter—”
“Uh-huh.” His eyes twinkled and he grinned even wider. “I meant ignoring
someone’s warning.”
He was laughing at her.
She grabbed her shoe and slipped it on her foot. “Look, thank you and all—but
we’re busy here.” She retrieved the microphone she’d dropped.
He lifted his chin and looked toward the sky, still grinning.
She scrambled to her feet. “Yeah, so I guess all this is pretty funny.”
Only feet away, Chuck watched them with apparent amusement as he apologized
again to the owner of the boat and promised him they’d be moving along. Even
her cameraman was grinning now.
Faith wrung out her dripping hair. “Glad everyone is so easily entertained, but
we still have work to do.”
Kellie Coates Gilbert spent nearly twenty-five years working in
courtrooms and behind the scenes of some of the largest and most well-known
cases in America. Kellie was one of the lead paralegals in the Jack-in-the-Box
litigation, where uncooked hamburger resulted in the deaths of several toddlers
and made many more critically ill, which is now the subplot of her recently
released WHERE RIVERS PART from Baker Publishing/Revell. A WOMAN OF FORTUNE
from Baker Publishing/Revell was chosen as a Library Review Best Book of 2014.
Kellie’s novels not only explore the heart issues that matter most to women,
but often allow readers an inside peek into her former legal world.
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