Lone Star Secret. Lenora Worth

“If you’re talking to yourself, you might not pass all those tests you’ve been going through, my friend.”

      David laughed, then shook Steve’s hand. “Don’t worry, I’m not having a post-traumatic-stress moment.”

      “That’s good,” Steve said as he sank down in the squeaky chair behind his desk. “But you know whatever you say to me is strictly between us. So you don’t have to pretend. How are you, really?”

      David shrugged. “I’ve caught up on my sleep and I’ve settled into my lovely post apartment. Well, I’ve got a wide-screen television and a big recliner and a bed at least.”

      Steve laughed at that. “What are your plans for the future?”

      “For the immediate future? Getting accustomed to being reassigned to Fort Bonnell, for starters. Being a warrant officer on post is not nearly as demanding and exciting as being up in my chopper on the front. I’ll be pushing papers for the next two years. Life here is sure a lot slower. I still can’t get the sound of choppers and gunfire out of my mind, but it’s good to be home.”

      “So what are your plans for…after?”

      David leaned back, comfortable to be talking about anything but his spiritual well-being. “You know, I haven’t mapped that out. But I wouldn’t mind working as an EMS pilot for one of the nearby medical centers. I’d still pilot a chopper and I’d be able to help save people, but I won’t get shot at—a definite plus for that kind of work.”

      “Always a good and noble career choice, too,” Steve said. “They’d be blessed to have you.”

      “We’ll see when the time comes,” David replied.

      Steve kept tapping his pen against his notepad. “What about right now?”

      David glanced around. “You mean, what am I doing with myself these days? Everyone keeps asking me that and I’m not sure. I’ve been away for a long time now. For some reason, it just seemed important to come here before I take an official leave.” Maybe because he had something to prove, even now. Or maybe because he was determined to find out who his father was.

      They talked a few more minutes then Steve said, “You know, Children of the Day can always use good volunteers. There’s a need for carpentry, painting, putting things together, taking things apart. Or just doing paperwork, making phone calls and packing care boxes for the troops. You might ask Anna and her mother about the possibilities.”

      “I might,” David said, smiling as he shook his head. “That Olga is quite a character, isn’t she?”

      “She sure is. She has these wild schemes for setting up singles at church. Some of the members frown on her methods, but Olga is a very dedicated Christian. She means well.”

      David wondered about that and about Olga Terenkov. “Why hasn’t she ever remarried?” And why wasn’t her lovely daughter married?

      Steve laughed out loud. “Probably because she intimidates every man she meets. Rumor has it she’s got her eye on Reverend Fields. That would certainly be an interesting match.” Then he tapped his pen again. “Don’t go spreading that. I shouldn’t be gossiping about Anna’s mother.”

      David nodded. “I don’t spread gossip. I know how it feels to be talked about.”

      Steve homed in on that revealing remark. “Did you have a good childhood, growing up here?”

      Oh, boy. Now he’d have to go through all the angst from his past. “Yep.” He shrugged, unable to hide the truth from Steve. “Well, no. Not all good. I didn’t go without food or clothes, but it was tough. My mother…she was a single mom. She was stationed here before I was born and somehow even after her time serving at Fort Bonnell was up, we stayed.”

      Steve dropped his pen then moved on. “How’s your faith?”

      David looked down at his hands. “It’s still intact. More than ever, I believe. But…I do need to work on it a bit. I mean, there’s frontline faith and then there’s that kind of pure faith on a Sunday morning coming down. There’s a country song about that, in fact.”

      Steve nodded. “I know that song. Written from the heart. But you don’t have to sit outside the church doors, my friend. God wants you to come on in.” Then he stood up. “I think you’re on the right track, David. But I encourage you to go see Anna. She could use some help.”

      “I’ll keep that in mind,” David said. “Working with Anna wouldn’t be so bad.”

      Steve grinned. “She’s a great person. And so is her mother. Maybe you can replace some of those bad memories from your past with some good ones.” Then he shook David’s hand. “Just remember, if you need anything—”

      “I know where you are,” David replied. “And…I do appreciate your help and the suggestion about volunteering. I’ll see what I can do.”

      “I think you’d be an asset and I know Anna could use the help. She works very hard.”

      David couldn’t deny that. “Children of the Day has been a constant presence during this war. Maybe it is time I give ’em some payback.”

      “Only if your heart is in it,” Steve cautioned.

      David nodded, then left the quiet office. His heart would be completely involved in helping others, but he wondered how it would react to being around Anna. It did seem to speed up whenever he was with the pretty blonde. And that was cause for both wonder and worry.

      Anna sat in the swing on the wraparound porch of the rambling Victorian house where she worked and lived. The COTD offices took up the first floor while Anna and Olga had a spacious apartment on the second.

      Today her mind was centered on the charity’s latest hard-fought cause, bringing Ali to America. Children of the Day worked diligently to help anyone suffering from the damage and destruction of war, and her whole team had done their best to help General Willis get Ali Tabiz to Texas. Now she could rest easy knowing the little boy would be taken care of. And he’d have a chance now—a real chance to grow and thrive. Anna just hoped General Willis would keep opening his heart toward the boy. They needed each other.

      She had taken a rare moment to come and sit in one of her favorite spots so she could regroup and prepare for another busy workday tomorrow. This was one of her spots to pray. It gave her a good view of the tree-lined streets and the world beyond the busy Veterans Boulevard, yet she felt protected and cocooned here on the wide, deep porch, surrounded by towering magnolias and pines and lush crape myrtles. She could rock the swing back and forth and talk to God, calming herself after a long day.

      But tomorrow should be a good day even if it was going to be shipment day. That always involved packing boxes full of supplies for the soldiers and emergency relief packages for the villagers. It always amazed her how many generous people brought things for those boxes. And some of the requests were interesting—anything from paperclips to toothpicks and bug spray or Bibles, books and candy bars. But Anna got the soldiers what they needed, one way or another.

      Now that everything was in place with Ali and every precaution had been taken—all the proper paperwork had been filed and all the necessary steps of getting through government red tape had been carefully taken care of—Anna could get back to the day-to-day operations of COTD.

      Thank You, Lord. Anna rocked back and forth on the white swing, her mind whirling with relief. She’d helped to save a child from war, but she didn’t want Ali to be afraid about the surgery. Because Anna herself remembered being little and afraid because of war.

      She was about to get up and finish some work before her mother came home for dinner when she heard a truck idling out on the street.

      Surprised that anyone would be stopping by this late in the day, she held her foot on the floor to halt the swing. When David Ryland got out of the truck, Anna gulped in a breath to hide her shock.

      “Hello,”