Forgiving Hearts: For Better or Worse Part 1

For Better or Worse.

Forgiving Hearts Trilogy.

by Erin Landy.

This book is dedicated to my parents whose unconditional love showed me the true meaning of forgiveness.

To err is human: to forgive, divine.

Alexander Pope.

Prologue.

From his position under the car, Jackson heard the sound of feminine laughter long before he spied the tanned legs walking down the sidewalk running in front of his house. His heart lurched in a familiar mixture of excitement and anguish.

He'd had a crush on Hannah Grimes ever since she hit the home run that won the state champions.h.i.+p. Unfortunately for him, it was destined to be a one-sided affair. Even at twelve years old, girls don't have time for a boy who can't play sports and has scars marring one side of what would otherwise have been a nice-looking, but unspectacular face. Five years later, the odds of her noticing him hadn't improved.

Jackson could remember every word of their few conversations. Thanks to living in the same neighborhood and attending the same schools, he saw her often; but watching from a distance was hardly a subst.i.tute for the relations.h.i.+p he longed to have with her.

To his surprise and dismay, the footsteps he'd unconsciously been counting swerved in his direction. His heart began to pound just as the wrench slipped from his fingers, hitting his forehead on its way to the ground. A groan of pain escaped his lips.

"Jackson? Is that you under there?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah," he answered, his eyes fixed on her sandaled feet. "What's up?"

"Can you come out here? I need to ask you something."

Leaving his current position meant exposing his awkwardness as well as his dirty clothes and greasy hands. Could she have come at a worse time? Taking a deep breath, he edged his way out from under the car and struggled to his feet. He instinctively ran his fingers through his dark hair before he remembered what was on them. Great! Now he had oil in his hair. Wis.h.i.+ng he could disappear into the ground, he slowly raised his eyes to her face.

"You know a lot about cars, don't you?"

He shrugged. "I guess so."

"I've got a flat tire. My parents are out of town, and Mitch.e.l.l's at work. Is there any way you could help me?"

He winced at the mention of Hannah's boyfriend. Jackson wasn't an envious person in the normal way. His faith kept him from becoming bitter about the tragic accident that shattered his knee and burned half of his back and face. The only thing Mitch.e.l.l had that Jackson wanted was Hannah.

His eyes went from the long brown hair to the green eyes before coming to rest on her sweet-looking mouth. There was no way a girl like this would ever consider someone like him. In truth, Jackson knew his chances with any girl were slim. Not many people could look past his physical imperfections to see the person inside.

"Sure. Let me get some tools out of my trunk. We'll have to take my mom's car. I'm not finished with mine yet."

Her glance strayed to the s.h.i.+ny black car with the red racing stripes. "Oh, really? I was hoping to ride in it."

She couldn't regret it more than Jackson. He dreamed about taking her for a drive in his car at least once a week. Reaching through the open window, he pulled the lever for the trunk. As he limped to the rear of the car, he felt the protest of the muscles in his leg. Stifling a grimace of pain, he grabbed a hand jack and his toolbox. When he turned around, he caught pity in the eyes he longed to see filled with admiration.

"Does it hurt you to walk?" Hannah asked.

Her compa.s.sion brought a faint smile to his face. Was this the only emotion he could arouse in anyone? "I'm just stiff from being in one position too long."

After putting his tools in the back of his mom's minivan, he went around to the pa.s.senger side and opened the door. As Hannah slid by him, he caught a whiff of her perfume. She smelled like a summer garden. His hand clenched on the door.

Swallowing a constriction in his throat, he said, "I need to let my mom know what I'm doing. I'll be right back."

He found his mother in the laundry room folding clothes. She looked up at him and smiled. "Done already?"

"No, I had a little interruption. Hannah Grimes needs help with a flat tire. Can I take your car?"

"How long will you be? I have to pick up Molly from swimming lessons in an hour."

"I'll be back before then."

"Okay. Don't get distracted by that cute smile and hurt yourself."

Jackson's blue eyes twinkled with amus.e.m.e.nt. Though he'd never said a word, somehow his mom had divined his feelings for Hannah. "I won't. She probably won't stick around to watch anyway."

Her glance went to the muscles in his arms and chest that even a loose t-s.h.i.+rt couldn't entirely disguise. "If you took off your s.h.i.+rt, she might."

"That's not my style, Mom."

She shrugged. "Hey, I'm just pointing out the obvious. You've worked so hard to get them; you might as well show them off."

Jackson turned to leave. "I'll keep that in mind. See you later." After joining Hannah, he said, "I'm sorry for leaving you in this hot car so long. The heat this summer has been brutal."

"Summers in Georgia are always hot. The good news is this is the last one I'll have to spend here."

He could feel the color draining from his face. To hide his confusion, he concentrated on starting the car and backing out of the driveway. "Are you moving?"

Hannah laughed. "I guess you didn't know. We're leaving in six weeks. My dad got a new job in Daytona Beach."

His mouth went dry as her words danced around in his mind. Hannah was leaving. He'd thought his current situation dismal, but at least he'd been able to see her almost every day. How would he survive not seeing her at all? "You don't mind going to a new high school for your senior year?"

"I'm going to dual-enroll at the local community college."

"What about Mitch.e.l.l?" Though Jackson didn't care for Mitch.e.l.l, he wondered how her boyfriend felt about her leaving.

"Mitch.e.l.l is coming, too. He has relatives living in Ormond Beach, so we won't be too far apart."

Jackson pulled into her driveway and shut off the engine. "I know that makes you happy. You and Mitch.e.l.l have been together for years."

She smiled widely. "We love each other. He's the one I'm going to marry someday."

Her words burned a trail of pain down deep into his heart. Turning away, he got out of the car. "I'll get started on the tire," he said quietly.

"Do you need me to help with anything?"

As much as he wanted to be near her, Jackson needed time to adjust to the news of her impending departure. "No, thanks."

"Okay, but if you change your mind, I'll be inside."

Jackson watched her walk away, his eyes wistful. As he went about the task of jacking up Hannah's car, he tried to ignore the desolation pervading him. The optimistic side of him searched for a silver lining to this dark cloud. Maybe Hannah leaving wasn't the worst thing in the world. This infatuation or whatever it was that had gripped him for so long might die a natural death if its object was no longer around. Hadn't he persisted in this lost cause long enough?

The more realistic side of his nature refused such flawed logic. Her premature exit had little chance of altering his feelings. It only deprived him of her physical presence. He carried sufficient pictures of her in his head to keep her ever-present in his life. It would require more than distance to remove Hannah from the place she held in his heart.

Fifteen minutes later, he slid the flat tire off the axle. As he laid it on the ground, he heard the screen door close.

"I brought you some lemonade," Hannah said as she walked up behind him.

Wiping the sweat from his face, he took the gla.s.s from her. "Thanks." Aware of her intent gaze, he turned the damaged side of his face away and took several long drinks. Was she comparing him to Mitch.e.l.l?

"How did it happen, Jackson?"

He picked up one of the lug nuts and examined it as if he'd never seen it before. "We were returning from a camping trip. A truck came across the median and hit us. My dad was thrown from the car, but I got pinned between the seat and the dashboard. The rescue team was working to get me out when the gas leaking from the tank caught fire."

Jackson felt her crouch down on the ground beside him. What was she doing? Just when he thought things couldn't get any more disturbing, he felt the stroke of her fingers against his scarred cheek. For a second, he couldn't breathe or move as a thousand sensations exploded in his brain. A shudder went through him as he struggled with the competing desires to move closer or pull back. Before he could decide what to do, her hand fell away.

"It must have been awful. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

Still not sure what had happened when she touched him, Jackson stared at the ground. "It wasn't fun, but it taught me to appreciate life." He handed her the empty gla.s.s. "Thanks again for the drink."

"No problem. I'll bring some more out later."

For several minutes after she left, Jackson didn't do anything. In all his life, he'd never experienced such a rush of feeling. Just thinking about it made his heart beat faster. The sound of a phone ringing in the house broke the spell. He couldn't keep sitting here wasting time. His mom needed her vehicle back.

Reaching for the spare tire, he slid it into place. As he tightened the lug nuts, he tried to quiet the disorder inside him. He couldn't even pretend Hannah had touched him out of affection. She felt sorry for him that was all there was to it. With a last vicious tug, he tossed the wrench into the toolbox. He was finished here.

Chapter One.

Jackson reached across the seat of the truck and rubbed the head of the German shepherd next to him. Freya was the perfect companion for someone who'd found the human race to be less than tolerant. She didn't judge him by his appearance, and she didn't mind when he forgot to make the bed or do the dishes. "Not long now, girl. We're almost there."

His glance lifted to the star-filled sky. He enjoyed traveling at night when the traffic was less heavy. "This was a good move for us. I landed my dream job, and you're getting a yard to run around in. You'll like that after living in an apartment, won't you?" A cheerful bark brought a grin to his face.

Jackson had spent most of his life in a rural community in middle Georgia. The move to St. Simons took him to the east coast and gave him the opportunity to be part of a clinic known nationwide for sports rehabilitation.

Exiting the highway, he pulled into a gas station and topped off his tank. The young man at the register stopped texting long enough to take his money.

"Is there a grocery store close by?" Jackson asked.

The man nodded. "There's one about three miles east of here."

"Thanks."

As he secured his seatbelt, he addressed his companion. "I need to pick up milk, bacon, and eggs. Along with that container of food Mom gave us, we should be fine for a few days."

The parking lot of the grocery store was crowded in spite of the lateness of the hour. As Jackson made his way through the sliding doors, he could feel his leg stiffening up again. All he wanted to do was get to the house he'd recently purchased and go to bed.

After finding what he needed, he headed to the check-out line. There were only two registers open; he took his place in the shorter line and s.h.i.+fted some weight off his bad knee. Above the buzz of conversation, he heard a familiar voice.

Jackson's head jerked around. As his eyes moved over a sea of strange faces, he had to laugh at himself. He must be more tired than he realized. The chances of Hannah being here were too small to be considered. She and Mitch.e.l.l should be married by now.

Feeling foolish, he pretended an interest in the cooking magazine displayed on the rack next to him. The chicken pot pie pictured on the cover reminded him that he hadn't eaten for several hours. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone approaching the other register. As the woman got closer, Jackson's eyes got wider. The long hair was gone, but the lovely smile was just as lethal to his heart rate. Was he seeing things?

When the woman finished her conversation and turned to leave, he didn't hesitate. Stepping out of line, he followed her as quickly as his limp would allow. When he got close enough, he tapped her on the shoulder.

"Slow down, Hannah. You always were in a hurry."

The woman turned around, a look of confusion running across her face. Then a teasing smile tugged at her lips. "Jackson Steadman! Is that really you?"

"Sure is. I let my hair grow out, and you cut yours off."

Hannah laughed. "I don't have time to mess with it anymore. What are you doing here?"

"Not much yet. I just arrived a few minutes ago. I thought you were in Atlanta."

Her lips twisted. "I guess you didn't hear about the wedding that never happened."

Jackson hoped the shock spreading through him wasn't evident to her. "No, I didn't. I'm sorry, Hannah."

She shrugged. "Are you pa.s.sing through or what?"

"I'm in the process of moving here."

"Really? What are the chances of two people from Cochran ending up here?"

"Apparently pretty good. I shouldn't keep you standing around when you're working. Are you busy tomorrow? I'd love to take you to dinner. We can exchange stories and catch up on what we've been doing since high school."

Her smile faded. "That would have been nice, but I have to work until nine. By that time, I'm pretty tired."

The younger Jackson would have accepted this and moved on. The older and more stubborn Jackson refused to give up so easily. "You still have to eat; I promise not to keep you out late."

She tilted her head to the side. "I don't remember you being this persistent."

He grinned widely. "I guess I've improved with age."