Tears welled in Olivia’s eyes and she put a hand over her mouth. Paid. In full. The debt that had been crushing them for years was now gone, and she and Sawyer could start their married life free of that burden. Brian could marry Shari without those payments sucking away his livelihood. His extra money could go toward his baby instead...and maybe to that business he wanted to start so badly.
“Brian,” she said, spinning around. “We’re debt-free!” Olivia squeezed her husband’s hand and looked up at him in amazement. “Did you know about this, Sawyer?”
“Nope,” he said. Tears sparkled in his eyes, too. “But it just goes to show that kindness can be a group effort. We’ll find a way to thank everyone.”
Olivia and Sawyer ended up taking out an ad in the local newspaper. In it was a picture from their wedding showing Olivia snuggled up next to Sawyer, the toddlers in their arms, and tears sparkling in their eyes.
“We cannot thank you enough for your kindness,” the ad said. “You are the good in the world. Thank you for changing ours! From the West family.”
And for Wyatt and Irene, they did the one thing that would fill the older couple’s hearts—they invited them over for a family dinner. It wasn’t about the money—this was part of the plan anyway, but they wanted to acknowledge what Irene and Wyatt had done for them. It would be the cautious beginning of a long family relationship, where Mia’s parents were finally able to be a part of their granddaughters’ lives. They’d overstep sometimes, and there were a few hard feelings over the years, but the Whites and the Wests were quick to apologize and quick to forgive, because they knew what mattered more than pride, and that was family.
Sawyer did get back his memory in full. It took a few months for all the details to come back to him, and the more he remembered, the more grateful he became for Olivia. Life hadn’t been easy to get them here, but Olivia could feel God’s grace surrounding them, making life sweet. This was what grace looked like in practice, Olivia would realize again and again...a mishmash of family. And it filled their hearts to the brim.
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Her Cowboy’s Twin Blessings
Her Twins’ Cowboy Dad
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The Cowboy’s Twin Surprise
by Stephanie Dees
Chapter One
Devin Cole let his truck roll to a stop at the end of the lane, just short of the driveway to the family ranch. He slid his Narcotics Anonymous newcomers coin between his fingers and back again. He was measuring his life in days and hours now...moments, maybe. One hour since his last meeting. Six days out of rehab. Thirty-six days clean. Thirty-nine days and seven hours since he’d stopped running from God.
Forty days since he’d messed things up with Lacey—the only friend he’d managed to keep on his not-so-slow slide into recklessness and addiction. It had been a long time since his Sunday school days, but in the Bible, wasn’t it always forty days that people spent in the wilderness?
A warm breeze wafted through the open window, bringing with it the scent of freshly turned dirt and ribs in the smoker. The sound of calves in the field. Springtime in Alabama.
His eyes went from the farmhouse peeking through the trees to linger on the white welcome chip sliding through his fingers. Chances were pretty good he’d gotten a better welcome from NA than he’d get from his brothers.
Unfortunately, his options were limited. As in, he didn’t have any. After he’d shattered his ankle, his days in the rodeo were over. He’d tried to continue, relying more and more on prescriptions and alcohol to fight through the pain. But he’d failed. Failed his corporate sponsors. Failed his friends and family. And most of all failed himself.
He’d spent the past six days and his last thousand bucks driving cross-country, trying to make amends for the wrongs he’d done. And he’d learned apologies went only so far to repair burned bridges.
He put his old truck in gear and drove the rest of the way to the house. Even in the waning daylight, the white two-story clapboard looked a little more worn than it had the last time he’d seen it, the sunny yellow porch swing peeling and faded. No cheery flowers filled the beds that lined the walkway.
The screen door opened and his
