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LORI WICK SHORT STORIES, VOL. 1
Selected from Beyond the Picket Fence
Copyright © 1998 Lori Wick
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
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ISBN 978-0-7369-6840-9 (eBook)
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Contents
A Note to Readers
Be Careful with My Heart
The Haircut
free sample: The Princess
free sample: The Most Famous Illegal Goose Creek Parade
More eBooks in the Lori Wick Short Stories Collection
Other Books by Lori Wick
About the Author
About the Publisher
A Note to Readers
Dear Reader,
Lori Wick’s novels of faith and romance have touched generations of readers, pointing us all to the great, redemptive power of God’s love. We’re now very excited to present to you Lori Wick’s short stories in ebook form for the first time ever!
The Lori Wick Short Stories collection is designed especially for ebook lovers. Each volume contains one or two Lori Wick short stories (previously available only in the print book Beyond the Picket Fence) along with bonus content: an excerpt from one of Lori’s beloved novels and notes from Lori with behind-the-scenes insight into her writing.
Here at Harvest House we have been honored to partner with Lori in sharing God’s love through the power of story. It is a privilege for us to share this collection with you, and we know you’ll enjoy these happy endings!
Blessings from our house to yours,
Harvest House Publishers
Be Careful with My Heart
Sing for joy in the LORD, O you righteous ones; praise is becoming to the upright. Give thanks to the LORD with the lyre; sing praises to Him with a harp of ten strings. Sing to Him a new song; play skillfully with a shout of joy.
Psalm 33:1-3
Casey Sheridan rubbed her damp palms down the front of her slacks as the plane taxied to the gate. The ride had been bumpy, but her case of nerves had nothing to do with the ride or landing. However, it felt good to disembark, and Casey walked into the terminal with a determined stride.
Her hesitancy returned when she was met by a sea of unfamiliar faces. She had no idea who was supposed to meet her and wished all of a sudden she had asked about that.
The group began to clear, and still Casey stood alone. She had checked her one piece of luggage and wondered if she should go and collect the bag or stay where she was. As it was she had no time to decide; a familiar face was headed toward her at a breakneck speed.
“Dan!” Casey’s voice showed her relief, and she was grabbed in a bear hug that nearly lifted her off the floor. “What are you doing here? I was sure you’d be with Janelle.”
“She refused to leave unless I stayed to see you safely to the church. I only just put her on the plane a few hours ago.” His voice was breathless as he spoke, and he was obviously very excited. “Come here and sit down; I’ll tell you everything.”
Making themselves as comfortable as the airport seating would allow, Dan began. “First of all, what did Janelle tell you on the phone?”
“She said she was pregnant and that the doctor ordered complete bed rest. She had to quit the tour, and would I come and fill in for the last six weeks. Are you sure she’s all right? I couldn’t tell on the phone if she was telling me everything.”
“She wasn’t telling all,” Dan said with a shake of his head. “A week ago she fainted, and we blamed it on fatigue from our rough tour schedule, but when she fainted again, I rushed her to the hospital. A pregnancy test came out positive, and after the doctor got her dates, he decided she is about three weeks along. She’s also severely anemic.
“The doctor kept her in the hospital a few days, and that gave her mom time to get down here. Like I said, they only got away a few hours ago. I’m booked on a flight that leaves tonight after I see you out to the tour.”
They sat in silence for a moment before Casey spoke. “Janelle told me she had given up on ever getting pregnant. Now that she actually is, does the doctor think she’ll go full term?”
“It’s too soon to tell, but the bed rest will help, and she’s not spotting or feeling any pain.” Dan stopped for a minute and looked intently at Casey. “We want this baby, Casey; we want him so much. I think for the first time I have an inkling of what you have been through.”
Casey reached for Dan’s hand and squeezed it gently. “I’ll pray, Dan. Whatever God has for you will be perfect. Right now you might believe you can’t be happy without that baby, but our God is wholly sovereign. Ask Him to help you see that His will is perfect.”
The next half hour was spent in retrieving Casey’s luggage and then getting to the car. Once on the road, Dan gave Casey a light sketch of what her job was to be.
It started out sounding relatively simple. Janelle played piano for her brothers, the Riley Brothers, a trio specializing in contemporary Christian music, presently touring the southern part of the United States. They had been on the road since May and were near the end of the tour now.
Of the six weeks left in the tour, the first two would be spent doing nightly concerts, for which Casey would be playing the piano in Janelle’s stead. The following three weeks would be spent at a summer Bible camp in the mountains. The last week was reserved for a few days of vacation and getting the bus home to northern California.
Casey was needed to play for the group during the evening meetings at camp but would have her weekends free. Janelle and the three men of the Riley trio were also scheduled to be camp counselors. Again, Casey would be expected to take Janelle’s place. Casey had listened in silence up to this point, but her eyes widened at this bit of news. She turned her head and stared at Dan in something akin to panic.
“Now, don’t get excited, Casey,” he reassured her when he glanced over and saw her look. “You’ll do just fine. The first week is fifth-and sixth-grade girls, the second is seventh and eighth, and the final week is high school, freshman and up. I think you’ll love it.”
Casey continued to stare wordlessly at him until he began to squirm. “Well, I mean, I hope you’ll like it. You get along well with everyone, and I’m sure the girls will look to you for spiritual guidance, and, you know, look up to you as a woman.” Dan stumbled to a halt as Casey continued to stare at him.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m in for six weeks I will never forget? If I hadn’t seen the sincerity in your face, I would say Janelle staged this whole thing to get me out more.”
/> Casey was again staring at the man behind the wheel, but Dan was saved from replying as he pulled off the freeway and into busy downtown traffic. Within minutes he was parking the car in a large church parking lot. A huge silver touring bus was parked across many spaces, and Casey felt nervous at having to meet all the people that bus would surely hold.
She began to muse, not for the first time, at how strange it was that even though the Riley family had been to visit Janelle, Casey had never met them. She and Janelle lived in the same town and were close friends, but each time the Rileys were in town, Casey had been away.
Casey and Janelle’s mutual love for music caused them to hit it off on their first meeting. It wasn’t long before Casey was sharing with Janelle things that she shared with few people. Janelle’s husband, Dan Green, turned out to be as precious as his dear wife, and the three of them enjoyed each other’s company immensely.
“Who is taking your job as manager, Dan?” Casey asked as they crossed the lot toward the building.
“Brad.” Brad was the oldest of the trio, and Casey knew him only by name. “His wife, Chris, is along, and between the two of them, they’ll manage with only two more weeks of actual road tour.”
The inside of the church was cool and spacious, and as they walked through the foyer, Casey’s head turned in all directions, taking in the visitor’s table, bulletin board, and other things familiar to most church lobbies. Before she knew it, they were at the sanctuary doors. Casey wasn’t sure she was ready but followed Dan inside.
The introductions were awkward, and the musically talented family she was meeting was little help. Brad and Chris came forward and shook her hand, and Casey appreciated the gesture even if their smiles were a bit sad, but Casey met Hunter from his place at the piano. He stood but did not come forward to shake her hand. Morgan, the youngest member of the group, was even less cordial. He did not stand or move out of his seat but nodded slightly as they were introduced.
Casey’s mind scrambled around for everything Janelle had ever told her about her brothers. She knew that Brad and Chris had children but that Hunter was a widower. Morgan was not married, but she thought he might be engaged.
Casey’s mind was still moving when Stan, Brice, Rich, and Terry were also introduced. Casey was to learn later that they were in charge of the bus as well as all sound and operating equipment.
Walking Dan back out to his car, Casey felt like a child being left alone for her first day of kindergarten. She tried to hide her misgivings behind a bright smile, but he was not fooled.
“Listen, Casey, most people think the people in Christian singing groups are all saints. But in truth these men are hurting right now. It doesn’t really have anything to do with you; it’s just that they’ve never toured without Janelle, and they don’t think anyone can play like she can.” Dan chuckled before he continued. “They didn’t believe her when she said you played better than she did.”
“She told them that?” Casey nearly groaned.
It was Dan’s turn to stare. He shook his head slowly as he spoke. “You really don’t realize the depth of your musical ability, do you? I love my wife, and I think she plays beautifully, but Casey, I’ve never heard anyone play a piano like you do.”
Casey could only stare at him before looking away in confusion. Playing the piano was no effort for her, and she was more than a little guilty of taking her talent for granted.
“You’d better go, Dan,” Casey said, breaking the silence. “Please give Janelle my love and tell her I’ll do my best.”
Thinking about the people inside, Casey stood for a time after Dan drove away. Please, Lord, comfort them at this time. Help them to accept Your will in this. Please give me the right attitude and words if needed. And most of all, Lord, help me to glorify You with this talent I take for granted.
“What did you think of her?” The question came from Brad as he faced his brothers, his wife, Chris, by his side.
“It’s not whether or not we like her, Brad; it’s just hard to go on without Janelle. And we really don’t know if she can play. I feel a little funny about that,” Morgan said quietly, and for a time everyone was silent.
Hunter broke into the quiet. “I’m sure Jan would never send us anyone who couldn’t do the job, but like Morgan said, it seems strange not to have Jan here. Dan said he’d call as soon as he got home, but I’d give anything to be there myself.”
Conversation came to an awkward halt as the group watched Casey come back into the room. She was completely unaware that the uncertainty she was feeling was clearly written on her face.
Sixty minutes later Casey had changed into a comfortable pair of baggy shorts and a cotton top. She’d noticed on the first introduction that everyone was dressed casually, and with the temperature in the 90’s, Casey welcomed the change.
At Chris’ suggestion, Casey had stowed her belongings in the bus. Chris had been wonderful, showing her around the bus and talking to her like an old friend. The men had some errands to run, so the two women had lunched together in the bus. Most of the conversation during the meal was taken up with talk about Chris and Brad’s two girls. They hadn’t seen them in weeks and couldn’t wait to arrive at camp where they planned to meet.
“My parents are bringing them up,” Chris explained. “We talk on the phone every few days, but it’s not the same.”
“Tell me how old they are again.” Casey asked with genuine interest.
“Kim is 13, and Linda is 10.”
“And they’re with their grandparents?”
“Right. My folks come and live at our house when we tour, so the kids have the security of being home. I flew home almost a month ago to see them, but we won’t be with them again until they come to camp.” Chris’ eyes were suspiciously wet, and Casey smiled in understanding.
From that point the conversation moved to topics far and wide, and Casey found herself relieved that Chris had not pressed her to share about her own family. The men arrived back just 20 minutes later, and it was time for Casey’s first practice session.
“Janelle told me that you’re familiar with our music,” Brad said to Casey from his place across the piano.
“Dan gave me a portfolio of everything,” she told him as she took a seat before the keys. “I’ve looked over anything that was new to me.”
“Great. Let’s start with Over Yonder.”
Morgan and Hunter straightened from where they had been relaxing against the piano and moved into position on either side of Brad.
Casey did not need the music for that piece, and with casual ease she played the rather lengthy introduction. Just several notes after the introduction, however, she stopped. The men had not joined her on their note, and since all three faces, sporting expressions she couldn’t interpret, were turned to her, she assumed she’d made a mistake.
“Too slow?” Casey guessed.
“No,” Hunter said softly after a moment. “It wasn’t too slow. Please play it again, and this time we’ll come in.”
Casey’s fingers went back to the keys, and just as Hunter said, their voices rang out clear and pure. It was a beautiful number, and Casey loved being this close to them as they sang. She’d heard their records and tapes but never heard them live. She found herself swept away by the blend of praise to God in perfect harmony.
Speaking the first spontaneous words since she arrived, she exclaimed, “That was wonderful,” a huge smile lighting her face.
“Yes, it was,” Morgan agreed, finally smiling. “Janelle told us you played well, but we had no idea.”
“That wasn’t what I meant—” Casey began, only to be cut off by Hunter.
“I don’t suppose it was, but Morgan is right. Play something else, Casey.” Hunter’s smooth bass voice made her feel as if something had just rocketed up her spine. Casey’s eyes went to the keys, confusion filling her as she pondered her reaction to Hunter. She could feel her face warming slightly, but the men must not have noticed; when she played Swee
t By and By they joined in with the ease of breathing. From there they moved to two other songs that were new to her, but Casey never missed a beat.
Seeing that Casey would need no further work, Brad cut the practice session in half, telling her that she was free until warmup in a few hours. As she rose from the piano bench, Chris approached and handed her a schedule for the next two weeks.
She took a moment to look it over and would have asked questions, but Chris obviously had other things on her mind, since she darted off without another word. Standing near Casey, Hunter watched her but did not speak. Casey didn’t think she should direct any of her questions to him, so she felt more uncomfortable than ever.
She glanced at him and then back at her schedule before casting her eyes over the auditorium that held more than 3000 seats. As she looked out over the floor and balcony, Hunter’s presence was forgotten.
Those seats would be full of Riley Brothers fans tonight, and she, Casey Sheridan, music teacher at Thompson Jr. High School, would have to play the piano as they listened.
“Don’t think about it.” Hunter’s voice came softly to her ears, and Casey started. She could only stare at him.
“You won’t be able to see past the first rows, at least not for the first few numbers. By the time the house lights go up, you’ll know you’re going to be fine.”
“How can you be so sure?” Casey asked as she pushed one damp palm into the pocket of her shorts.
Hunter’s brows rose as though he found Casey’s question insulting. “I’ve just heard you play” was all he said before moving on his way.
The evening’s performance was upon Casey before she had time to be nervous. With only one mistake and one surprise, it was a wonderful night, one that Casey would never forget.
The men had all been ready to launch into Sweet Jesus, but Casey had played “Homeward Bound.” The audience was ignorant of any error, but after the number, Casey saw on her music schedule that she’d blundered.