He Never Stopped Loving Her
This handsome football coach cannot be little Jonny Turner, Neely Andrews’s best friend’s kid brother. Back in high school, Jonny was nothing but a pest. When family troubles bring Neely back to her hometown, Jon is there to offer friendship and support...and maybe something more. Turns out that Jon has adored her from afar all these years. Neely has to admit he’s become the kind of man who’d make any woman proud. But will a terrible secret from her past scare him off? Or will Jon make her feel free enough to share everything with him?
“Jonny, I can’t believe you remembered that crazy pumpkin top I wore that day, back in high school.”
Her gaping mouth drew into a smile. “I think I blocked that gaudy thing from my memory.”
But he hadn’t. When she’d hoisted the carton of food from the trunk, the sunlight hit her auburn hair and streaked it with gold, the color of leaves at the height of autumn. It had taken his breath away. He’d just turned fourteen, and Neely had become his first secret love.
Neely shook her head as a soft chuckle escaped her. “Why would you remember something like that?”
Talk about reality. The truth smacked him in the head and slipped to his tongue. “Because I had the biggest crush on you.”
Her hand flew up. “What are you saying? You had a crush on me?” She searched his eyes before she burst into a laugh. “You were a pesky kid.”
To her maybe, but to him, he was a man in love....
GAIL GAYMER MARTIN
is an award-winning author, writing women’s fiction, romance and romance suspense with over three million books in print. Gail is the author of twenty-eight worship resource books and Writing the Christian Romance released by Writer’s Digest Books. She is a cofounder of American Christian Fiction Writers, a member of the ACFW Great Lakes Chapter, member of RWA and three RWA chapters.
A former counselor and educator, Gail has enjoyed this career since her first book in 1998. This book is her fiftieth novel. When not writing, she enjoys traveling, speaking at churches and libraries and presenting writing workshops across the country. Music is another love, and she spends many hours involved in singing as a soloist, praise leader and choir member at her church, where she also plays handbells and hand chimes. She sings with one of the finest Christian chorales in Michigan, the Detroit Lutheran Singers. A lifelong resident of Michigan, she lives with her husband, Bob, in the Detroit suburbs. Visit her website at www.gailmartin.com, write to her at P.O. Box 760063, Lathrup Village, MI 48076, or at [email protected].
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“I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord,
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future.”
—Jeremiah 29:11
Thanks to writer friend and E.R. doctor Mel Hodde, who provided me with medical information and validated information I’d already collected.
Thanks to Gary Lowry, who read my sports scenes and gave me an A-okay. Again, thanks to my Facebook group, Readers of Gail Gaymer Martin’s Books, for their support, ideas, helpful comments and wonderful reviews. If authors didn’t have readers, what good would a book be? Thanks to my agent, Pam Hopkins, and as always,
my deepest thanks and love to my husband, Bob. Without his support and patience (especially that),
I wouldn’t be the writer I am today.
Contents
Recipe from Gail's Kitchen
Chapter One
Neely Andrews forced her legs to keep moving. One more lap and she’d take a break. Her tendency to add pounds to her five foot six frame provided perfect motivation to exercise. But since she’d been back in Ferndale for nearly seven weeks, she hadn’t exercised at all except for running up and down her father’s staircase. In Indianapolis, she’d joined a gym. Now she was worried about her dad’s recovery from a serious heart attack. Fitness had gone out the window, and weight had flown in. Running the high school track