Tides of Hope by Irene Hannon

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    Yet, much to her annoyance, it did.

Chapter Four
    â€œW ell, my stars, look who’s here!”
    At Edith’s whispered comment, Kate followed her line of sight as they walked down the church aisle on Sunday.
    Seated in a pew halfway down on the left was none other than Lieutenant Craig Cole. She could only see his back, but there was no mistaking that dark blond hair or those broad shoulders.
    Grabbing her neighbor’s arm, Kate indicated a pew beside her. “This is fine.”
    The older woman kept moving, dragging Kate along with her. “We never sit this far back.”
    â€œEdith.” Kate hissed the name, and the older woman paused. “Maddie and I are going to sit here today.”
    After a brief hesitation, Edith shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She tucked her arm through Chester’s. “We’ll see you afterward.”
    She headed straight for the pew behind the commander.
    â€œMommy, how come we aren’t sitting with Mr. and Mrs. Shaw?”
    Maddie’s childish, high-pitched voice carried throughout the house of worship, and Kate shushed her, dipping her head as she ushered her daughter into the pew. Though she kept herface averted, she couldn’t hide her red hair. If the lieutenant turned around, he’d spot her immediately.
    â€œI thought it might be nice to sit somewhere different today.” She pitched her voice low, hoping her daughter would take the hint.
    No such luck. Maddie’s version of whispering was to lean close while speaking in a normal tone. “But I can’t see the front. We’re too far back.”
    In general, Kate didn’t believe bribery should be used to control a child’s behavior. Today she made an exception.
    â€œMaddie, honey, it’s just for this one week. And if you’re very good and stay very quiet, I’ll take you to Downyflake afterward.”
    The promise of a visit to the well-loved doughnut establishment did the trick. There wasn’t a peep out of Maddie for the rest of the service. She folded her hands in her lap, sang along with the hymns she knew and kept her attention fixed on the sanctuary. She was the picture of piousness.
    In contrast, Kate fidgeted throughout the entire service. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to find a comfortable position. She wandered off the melody of a familiar hymn, arching the eyebrows of a few nearby congregants. She couldn’t concentrate on Reverend Kaizer’s sermon.
    All thanks to a certain Coast Guard commander sitting a dozen rows away.
    It was ridiculous.
    But there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.
    In the end, she stopped trying to ignore him and allowed herself a few discreet peeks in his direction. He’d ditched his uniform, she noted. Dressed in civilian clothes, he projected a far different aura than when on the job. Less authoritarian. Less severe. More human—and approachable. And the man had good taste. His dark gray slacks, white shirt and charcoal tweed jacket conveyed a quiet, casual elegance that suited his lean, muscular frame.
    As the organ struck up the final hymn, Kate helped Maddie on with her coat. Thank goodness they’d driven themselves to church instead of hitching a ride with Edith and Chester, as usual. That meant they could escape quickly.
    The instant the last note of the final hymn died away, she hustled Maddie out the door and toward the car, exchanging greetings with members of the congregation without slowing her pace. Only after they pulled out of their parking place and were on their way toward the south end of town did her respiration return to normal.
    They were safe.
    Safe .
    What an odd choice of words, Kate thought, as she swung into the last parking space in Downyflake’s lot and she and Maddie joined the long line that spilled out the front door. Why didn’t she feel safe around the new commander? And why had she felt the need to escape from him?
    It had nothing