To Heal A Heart (Love Inspired) Read Online Free PDF

find it exciting at times.”
    “I can imagine.” The emergency room had often been an exciting place to work, too, until… She pushed that thought away. “So, do you have any high-profile clients at the moment?”
    “A couple,” he answered matter-of-factly, shifting on the hard bench. “You heard about a case where a couple of kids took to playing practical jokes on one another and one of them went wrong, put out the eye of an eleven-year-old?”
    She shook her head. “No, I live, er, lived in Houston until recently.”
    “Well,” he said, “my client is the kid who rigged his buddy’s lunch box with a small explosion. It wasn’t a bomb—it was just supposed to make a popping sound. Unfortunately, his buddy’s little brother took the wrong lunch box to school that morning, and he happened to be holding a fork in his fist when he opened it. You can guess what happened.”
    “Oh, that’s awful.”
    “Sure is, and with school violence on everyone’s mind lately, my client found himself looking at an attempted murder charge. A Houston lady who just happened to be visiting her granddaughter for lunch that day saw the whole thing. If she hadn’t remembered seeing a name written on the box top in ink marker, my client would still be looking at an attempted murder charge. Seems he was not exactly a fan of his buddy’s little brother, and the D.A. was taking a hard line until my witness remembered seeing that. She’s the reason I was on that plane, by the way. How about you?”
    “It was the cheapest airfare,” she told him honestly.
    He chuckled. “Yeah. It’s bare bones on those daily shuttle flights, but that’s not what I meant. I was wondering what it is exactly that you do for a living.”
    “Oh. I thought I told you.”
    “You told me that you work for an insurance company,” he said before taking another bite of his lunch.
    She lifted her sandwich and nibbled at it. “That’s right. Case review. You know, that’s where a rejected claim is appealed, so it goes for review, and I either have to justify the refusal to pay or offer some settlement.” She wrinkled her nose, thinking how often she’d complained about some asinine bureaucrat dictating treatment to facilities like the one where she used to be employed. “Like you said, somebody’s got to do it.”
    “Okay. Gotcha. Go on.”
    “That’s about it,” she said.
    “What about family?”
    “Everyone has family,” she answered evasively. “Even you, I assume.”
    He nodded. “My parents live in the White Rock Lake area to the east of here. What about yours?”
    “Oh, they’re in Houston.”
    “So that’s where you grew up?”
    “No, actually, we lived overseas.”
    “Really? Whereabouts?”
    “Thailand.”
    “Ah, the sandpipers.”
    “That’s right.”
    “Must’ve been interesting.”
    “Well, I’ll tell you, it was quite a culture shock when I came to the States in, like, seventh grade to attend boarding school in Tulsa.”
    He polished off the chili dog and wiped his mouth and fingers with a napkin that he plucked from the folded wrapper, careful not to get anything on his pristine white shirt or dark tie. “So what you’re telling me is that your parents stayed in Thailand?”
    “For forty-two years.”
    He cocked his head. “What business was your father in?”
    She looked at her sandwich. “They were missionaries.”
    She felt it the instant he figured it out. It was as if something popped.
    “Your father is Ransome Wynne.”
    “You’ve heard of him,” she said mildly, a little disappointed.
    “Oh, my goodness. Heard of him? Ransome and Charlotte Wynne are giants in the mission field. I heard him speak once, a long time ago. His faith just astounded me.”
    Piper nodded and tried to smile, but an ache had started in her chest. She fought it desperately. Her companion seemed not to notice.
    “Ransome Wynne,” he murmured. “Imagine that.”
    Piper stuffed her sandwich back into her bag and hastily