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Ian had envied Mario for a long time, but finally had given up fighting his feelings and had requested a transfer to a different base so he wouldn’t run into Ian and Gina together.
Not that he begrudged his friend’s happiness; Ian just had a hard time controlling the ache in his heart every time he saw Gina’s smile.
He’d done the unthinkable.
He’d fallen in love with a committed woman…his best friend’s future wife.
So Ian had left. Run from her and his feelings, honor and integrity more important than his own selfish longings. It was the only way he’d be able to live with himself.
Now, she was calling him for help.
Someone had tried to kill her.
Like she believed someone had killed Mario.
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LYNETTE EASON
grew up in Greenville, SC. Her home church, Northgate Baptist, had a tremendous influence on her during her early years. She credits Christian parents and dedicated Sunday School teachers for her acceptance of Christ at the tender age of eight. Even as a young girl, she knew she wanted her life to reflect the love of Jesus.
Lynette attended the University of South Carolina in Columbia, then moved to Spartanburg to attend Converse College, where she obtained her master’s degree in education. During that time, she met the boy next door, Jack Eason, and married him. Jack is the Executive Director of the Sound of Light Ministries. Lynette and Jack have two precious children: Lauryn, eight years old, and Will, who is six. She and Jack are members of New Life Baptist Fellowship Church in Boiling Springs, SC, where Jack serves as the worship leader and Lynette teaches Sunday School to the four-and five-year-olds.
A Silent Pursuit
Lynette Eason
I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
—Psalms 61:4
Dedicated to my daughter, Lauryn, who is growing up
so fast. You’re just beginning an exciting journey to discover the amazing plans God has for your life. Live
each moment for Him. I’m so proud of you, sweetie!
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
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
ONE
“Stop!” The voice shouted behind her, spurring speed to her already-flying feet. Stop?
Not if she wanted to live.
Rasping breaths escaped Gina Santino’s throat as her bare feet pounded hard sand. She squinted into the inky darkness and her heart drummed in her ears, drowning out the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach.
She could almost imagine the breath of her pursuer on the nape of her neck. A hand reaching out to spin her around…
Goose bumps puckered her skin, but fear and adrenaline heated her body; sweat beaded her forehead.
The waves pulsed beside her as she stayed near the edge of the water, desperate to stay out of reach of the lights along the upper end of the sand.
Multicolored lights announcing the fast-approaching Christmas season were strung from the roof of the public beach–access restroom and briefly illuminated part of her path.
Long dark hair whipped into her eyes, blinding her as terror threatened to knock the strength from her legs. Her large antique locket bounced against her throat, matching the frantic beat of her pulse beneath it.
How had they found her? She’d been so careful. Yes, she’d left her house in a rush, but she’d driven a crazy route that had her arriving at the beach house two hours later than the direct approach would have.
And they’d still found her. Her mind cramped at the possibilities as she flung a frantic look over her shoulder.
Was that a shadow? Were they still chasing her?
Of course they were.
Fear-induced adrenaline added wings to her fleeing bare feet.
Oh, Mario, I need you!
But Mario, her fiancé, was dead. Killed six months ago when a bomb exploded during a routine army training exercise.
Or so she’d been told. Who knew what the real story was? And now she was facing the holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas, without him.
Of course, that was the least of her worries right now.
Driftwood crowded her path, and she jumped over another fallen piece of debris that had washed in at high tide.
Stumbling, she went to one knee, her momentum propelling her into the sand, rolling her over twice before she could push herself back up. Ignoring her screaming, sand-burned knee and oxygen-deprived lungs, she regained her balance, pumping her legs back up to full speed.
She couldn’t keep running, not at this pace.
But she sure couldn’t slow down.
He—they?—would kill her this time.
Please, God.
Her eyes darted, desperately seeking a hiding place. Shivers danced on her overheated skin as the freezing wind blew.
Up ahead, a light flickered. Someone walking toward her? She skidded to a halt, gasping, panting, sucking in much-needed oxygen; her knee throbbing a reminder that she needed to find a place to hide.
The light bobbed closer. Friend or foe? Had they surrounded her? Surely