The Troublesome Angel. Valerie Hansen

      The only mistake Stacy had made was agreeing to have anything more to do with Graydon Payne.

      Her thoughts about him were already too tender, too intimate, to be rational. The more time she spent with him, the greater the risk she might forget her place, might convince herself to overlook the danger inherent in falling in love with a man like Gray.

      Stacy caught her breath. A tremor of awareness came alive in her soul. Softhearted idiot that she was, she’d fallen head over heels in love with the one man who was everything she’d always sworn she’d avoid! Now what? she asked herself.

      The answer came easily. Now nothing. Graydon Payne was never going to learn how she felt about him.

      VALERIE HANSEN

      was thirty when she awoke to the presence of the Lord in her life and turned to Jesus. In the years that followed she worked with young children, both in church and secular environments. She also raised a family of her own and played foster mother to a wide assortment of furred and feathered critters.

      Married to her high school sweetheart since age seventeen, she now lives in an old farmhouse she and her husband renovated with their own hands. She loves to hike the wooded hills behind the house and reflect on the marvelous turn her life has taken. Not only is she privileged to reside among the loving, accepting folks in the breathtakingly beautiful Ozark mountains of Arkansas, she also gets to share her personal faith by telling the stories of her heart for Steeple Hill’s Love Inspired line. Life doesn’t get much better than that!

      The Troublesome Angel

       Valerie Hansen

      Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths.

      —Proverbs 3:5–6

      Thanks to my wonderful prayer partners in the Seekers Sunday School class and to all the other faithful Christian friends who bless me by simply being themselves. And a special thanks to Joe, the love of my life, who volunteers to cook dinner when I’m busy writing. Contrary to popular belief, he does not do it because I get so engrossed in my work that I forget what’s on the stove and burn everything. He does it because he loves me, and supports me…and he knows we’d both starve to death if he didn’t! Thanks, honey.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Epilogue

      Letter to Reader

      Chapter One

      Stacy Lucas couldn’t help praying the same thing over and over. “Please, Father, guide my steps and let me be in time. Please, Father…”

      Barely two hours had passed since she’d received the emergency call. That was a plus. It would have been even better if she’d been at home in Cave City, instead of leading a search-and-rescue seminar hundreds of miles away. The quicker she went to work after a person was discovered missing, the greater the likelihood of success.

      She focused her thoughts on the lost child as the small plane circled lower over the lush green hills of the Arkansas Ozarks, preparing to land. The scared little girl would probably hide. Most of them did. That was why Stacy’s trained tracking dogs were so essential.

      Her friends, Angela and Judy, both rushed across the tarmac to welcome her with hugs as soon as she climbed down out of the Cessna plane. They were babbling so anxiously they drowned each other out.

      “Whoa. Take it easy, you two.” Stacy stepped back and held up her hands. “Everything’ll be fine. You’ll see. Just give me a chance to get the dogs out of their crates and we can get started. You have no idea how worried I was when I realized it was your campground I was being sent to.”

      “We didn’t want to bother you. Honest, we didn’t,” Angela told her. “Especially since—”

      “Hey, don’t apologize. I’m glad to be here. When all this is over, we’ll have to catch up on old times.”

      She turned back to the plane and retrieved her gear from the cargo area while she watched the pilot and another man unload her dogs in their lightweight traveling kennels.

      As soon as both dog boxes were safely on the ground, Stacy concentrated on her worried friends. “I’ll want to know everything about the missing girl. Even the stuff you don’t think is important. You can fill me in while we drive back to your place, okay?”

      “It isn’t going to be that easy,” Angela warned.

      “Why not?” Stacy was releasing her older search-and-rescue dog, Lewis, from his portable kennel. The half-grown pup, Clark, whined and barked to be let out. As soon as she had both dogs secured on leashes, she looked to her lifelong friends for an answer.

      Angela Gardino was short and dark-haired. Blond Judy McKenna was the tallest of the three. Neither seemed eager to fill her in. Stacy frowned. “Well, guys?”

      “Because of him.” Judy nodded toward the Spring River Campground van parked at the edge of the tarmac.

      Stacy shaded her eyes and peered. Tinted windows kept her from seeing inside. “Who is it?”

      “The kid’s uncle.” Angela’s voice was strained. “You’ll never guess who he turned out to be.”

      “Suppose you just tell me.”

      Angela shook her dark curls and looked to Judy for moral support. “You do it.”

      “Oh, sure. Hang this on me.” Judy bent, patted the eager dogs to stall for time, then straightened with a sigh. “Tell you what. Why don’t we all go over to the van and let you see for yourself?”

      Stacy was getting exasperated. “Look, is there a little girl lost in the woods, or not?”

      “Oh, there is, all right,” Angela grumbled.

      “Then what are we standing around talking for? Every minute counts.” Stacy slung her pack over one shoulder. “Give me a hand with the dogs’ crates, will you?”

      The other two women were already lifting the cages by themselves. “We’ll get these,” Judy insisted. “You go on ahead.”

      “Okay. Just hurry up.” Leading the way to the van, Stacy had no trouble attributing most of her old friends’ obvious nervousness to the distressing situation of having a helpless child lost from their campground. Thank goodness the local authorities had had the good sense to call in a team of search dogs before the situation deteriorated.

      She was barely twenty feet from the beige van when its sliding side door opened and a tall man stepped out. A baseball cap and sunglasses shaded most of his face. The rest of him was dressed far too formally for a trek in the woods, let alone camping. His suit was neatly pressed, his shoes obviously expensive. Something about his bearing reminded her of someone. Who?

      The man raised his head. Dark glasses still masked his eyes, and yet… That strong chin! That arrogant mouth! That cynical expression!

      Stacy’s