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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Diane Marshall knows loads--live loads, dynamic loads, dead loads, all part of life as a construction manager. She's used to carrying hers, as a woman in a man's career. After her boyfriend fell hard for someone else, can her private load get any heavier? In DeBrett, Paul Cameron funds the church renovation, so he's assigned to co-manage. Diane is stuck with adjusting to small town life and dealing with a widower who apparently wants a memorial to his lost wife. Paul is stuck working with a person who attracts him--the last thing he wants. Somehow this project will teach them to trust God in a whole new way. Now if they can only figure out how?

eBook Publisher: By Grace Publishing/Special Release--Contemporary Inspirational Romance
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2008

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [727 KB], eReader (PDB) [249 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [259 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [230 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [211 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [276 KB], hiebook (KML) [558 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [278 KB], iSilo (PDB) [215 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [270 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [296 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [353 KB]
Words: 74905
Reading time: 214-299 min.
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CHAPTER ONE

Diane's head throbbed. She pushed her hard hat back, squinting against a harsh noonday glare. She watched as the surveyor shot grades on the church site. The building loomed as a bare skeleton against the sun, framed out in steel, the brick courses half laid.

"This is off kilter," the surveyor said. "The church is sinking."

"It can't be." She peered through the transit. "The grades were fine before we poured the footings, and there's been no settling at all. This part's all brand new."

"It's sinking anyway."

"Why?"

The surveyor stared at her with her boss's blue eyes. "Clear enough, isn't it? It's sinking under the weight of sorrow."

Diane woke with a jerk and a gasp, her heart pounding as if in terror, though she couldn't imagine why. The dream wasn't scary in content, but it left her trembling. The skin at the back of her neck felt clammy as though monsters chased her through the dark, gaining fast. She sat straight up in bed, clutching the bedspread closer around her cold shoulders.

"No," she whispered, more to Above than to herself. "It won't sink. It can't turn out that way. I won't let it."

She peered at the alarm clock's glowing numerals. Three-thirty. Not too early to rise for a woman who usually started work at quarter past five. She ran both hands down her face. "No." She couldn't sit here in bed a second longer. Diane turned on the nightstand lamp, found her duffel bag and began pitching lingerie and jeans in its general direction. While she dug out her best Nikes, she thrust away the dream and its taste of failure.

Of course, no building project could guarantee success. She might fail managing this two-bit church project in DeBrett, Illinois. She hated the sick sensation riling her tummy when she imagined such an outcome. Suppose she was doomed? What if her life-pattern had already established itself? Permanently second choice, second best, second rate?

I can't stand it. After all the hurt I went through over Nick--this job, at least it's mine to do. Not God's. I have to make the job work, and work well. She'd met the love of her life and trusted God for the outcome. Nick hadn't gotten with the program. He'd made it clear she wasn't what he had in mind for himself. If her destiny was career woman, she needed to become the best construction manager possible. If I fail at this, too--what have I got left?

Her roommate said to quit trying to micro-manage things and trust God. Easy for Pam to say. Easy for anyone who'd never seen her heart's desire fizzle like a dead July sparkler. The pain of the last two years went deep. She jammed toiletries into her bag as if the duffle were Nick's throat. Yeah, she'd banked on God while falling for Nick. What had faith gotten her except kicked in the teeth?

Quarter past four. Failure? Overcomer? God-truster? Time to get on the road and find out.