The Matchmaking Pact

It had been six years since Josie had a man over for supper.

Six years since her responsibilities completely changed the course of her life. Six years since she carried Alyssa away from the hospital, a confused little girl of two, an orphan, with only her aunt Josie to take care of her.

An aunt who up until then had lived life on her own terms. Josie’s life had taken a 180-degree turn, and there were many times since then that she thanked God for a second chance to redeem herself. Both in His eyes and in the eyes of the community.

She was determined to be a good mother to Alyssa, to focus solely on the little girl and her needs.

And now a man’s voice reverberated from the living room. A man was joining them for dinner. And not just any man: Silas Marstow.

After the Storm:

A Kansas community unites to rebuild

Healing the Boss’s Heart—Valerie Hansen

July 2009

Marrying Minister Right—Annie Jones

August 2009

Rekindled Hearts—Brenda Minton

September 2009

The Matchmaking Pact—Carolyne Aarsen

October 2009

A Family for Thanksgiving—Patricia Davids

November 2009

Jingle Bell Babies—Kathryn Springer

December 2009

CAROLYNE AARSEN

and her husband, Richard, live on a small ranch in Northern Alberta, where they have raised four children and numerous foster children, and are still raising cattle. Carolyne crafts her stories in her office with a large west-facing window, through which she can watch the changing seasons while struggling to make her words obey.

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The Matchmaking Pact
Carolyne Aarsen

Special thanks and acknowledgment to

Carolyne Aarsen for her contribution to the

After the Storm miniseries.

Come to me all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.

—Matthew 11:28

To those whose lives have been torn apart by storms—without and within

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Questions for Discussion

Prologue

July 10, 5:00 p.m.

“Alyssa. Lily.” Josie threw the young girls’ names out into the eerie quiet blanketing the town of High Plains.

The quiet that was the aftermath of the tornado.

She took a quick step down the church steps and called out again.

An hour ago her ears had ached from the roaring rush of wind, the screech of wood being pulled free from the nails, the distinctive sound of a roaring train that came with the tornado ripping through the late afternoon.

An hour ago she had held her niece, Alyssa, and Alyssa’s best friend, Lily, close to her side while the storm raged overhead. Half an hour ago, as frantic parents came to check on the children in Josie’s care, Lily and Alyssa were still around. But since that time, as calm began to return, the two girls had disappeared.

“Lily. Alyssa.” She yelled louder this time, as her panicked gaze flicked over the devastation the tornado had wrought, disbelief and sorrow flooding over her.

Tree branches the size of her arm lay on the street, chunks of plywood, splintered timbers and unrecognizable debris littered a landscape she no longer recognized.

The Old Town Hall, one of the first buildings put up in High Plains all those years ago, was nothing more than a jumble of broken wood and windows, as if someone had picked it up and dropped it, with no regard for its history or its place in the town.

So close, she thought, fear clutching her midsection at the sight. The tornado that had ripped the Old Town Hall to rubble had—like the Egyptian Angel of Death—passed over the church doing nothing more than pulling down a sign.

She breathed another prayer, a mixture of gratitude for her safety and supplication for those who might be hurt as she struggled to absorb the wreckage of her town.

A few people stood in front of the businesses lining the street, their faces as dazed as—Josie was sure—hers was at what had just happened.

Where in all of this had her niece gone with her new best friend, Lily Marstow? And why had they left when Josie had specifically told them to stay close?

When they had asked if they could go to the washroom, Josie had watched them go, then a little girl crying for her mother had caught her attention.

Ten minutes had passed before she realized the girls weren’t with her friend Nicki or anywhere in the church. Nor had anyone seen them.

Dear Lord, please let them be okay, she prayed as she stepped out into the wet street littered with branches, wood and hunks of soggy pink insulation.

What had she been thinking letting them even step out of her sight?

She hadn’t. She’d been too busy listening to the stories that came with each new person coming to claim their child from the preschool at the church.

And she’d been too busy trying to call her own grandmother who lived a few blocks away, hoping, praying the elderly woman was safe. But neither the phones nor her cell phone worked. She had no idea what had happened to her grandmother and, up until now, hadn’t dared venture out to find out.

“Alyssa. Lily. If you can hear me, you better be coming back to the church this second.” Josie tried to keep her voice firm and steady but it wobbled on the last few words.

She was going to tan their silly, irresponsible hides when she found them.

“Did you find them?” her friend Nicki called from the top of the church steps, the worry in her voice adding to Josie’s.

“No. I have no idea where to start looking.” Josie hugged herself, the wreckage of the town slowly impressing itself upon her weary brain. She was sure she would remember the roar, the fury and the howling rush of wind until she died.

“And I’m worried about my grandmother. I can’t get hold of her. I don’t know what to do first.”

Nicki joined her friend and gave her a one-armed hug. “Reverend Garrison’s niece Avery is still here. I can ask her to see what she can find out.”

“That would be great.”

“Reverend Garrison told me emergency crews are coming, too.”

Josie nodded, her eyes scanning the devastation hoping for a glimpse of either girl.

Across the street Tom Driessen stood in front of his pizza place, still wearing his white apron tied around his generous girth. Glass from the window of his business covered the street.

“Are you okay, Mr. Driessen?” Josie asked as she ran down the stairs.

“Yeah. But look at my place. What am I going to do? What are we all going to do?”

She wanted to help, but she had a more pressing mission. “Did you see two, little, eight-year-old girls? They both have red hair, green eyes. One was wearing a pink T-shirt and green shorts, the other a lemon-yellow sundress.” Josie had sewn the sundress herself and had just finished putting the buttons on it this morning, just before school.

“The twins?”

“Yeah.” Josie didn’t take time to correct him. The girls looked so much alike, this had been a common mistake from the day Lily was enrolled in school in High Plains.

“I was just cleaning up inside when I saw them go by.” Tom ran his hand over his face. He looked so tired.

“Which way did they go?” Josie tried to keep the panic out of her voice. She had to stay calm and rational.

“That way.” As soon as Tom pointed down Fourth Street, Josie knew exactly where Alyssa and Lily had gone.

“Thanks. Take care,” she said, her words an inadequate response. There was so much to do, she thought, the wreckage of the town overwhelming her. How would they get through this? Where would they start?

Focus, Josie. First you need to find Alyssa.

And Silas Marstow’s daughter.

The thought of facing that impassive face with the news that his daughter was missing was almost as frightening as the tornado itself.

Since losing his wife two years ago, Silas Marstow had virtually become a recluse on his farm. He extremely protective of his only child. He had reluctantly put Lily in Josie’s after-school-care program two weeks ago and only because he had some extra work to do on his ranch, according to Alyssa.

If he were to find out his daughter had disappeared from Josie’s after-school program right after a horrific storm had ripped through the town…

Josie hugged herself, still chilly from her reaction to the storm. She couldn’t remember ever being so afraid.

And the last time she had prayed this much was after hearing the news of her sister’s and brother-in-law’s deaths.

A deep voice called her name and Josie’s already overworked heart tripped into overdrive.

She turned to see Silas running down the street, his long legs eating up the distance between them.

He stopped in front of her, his eyebrows two slashes over deep-set eyes flashing his disapproval, his square jaw clenched in anger. “I just stopped at the church and they told me Lily wasn’t there.” His voice was an angry wave washing over her, but guilt and fear kept her tongue-tied.

Silas caught Josie by the shoulders. “Where’s Lily? Where’s my daughter?”

“She and Alyssa slipped out,” she managed to squeak out.

“What?” Silas’s grip on her shoulders increased, his pale brown eyes drilling into her. “You’re supposed to be taking care of her. I heard the reports, I saw the cloud, the storm. I came as soon as I could.”

“They only left a few minutes ago. Lily and my niece. I’m pretty sure I know where they are.”

“Pretty sure? That’s not good enough.” His eyes narrowed and he gave her a shake, as if trying to force the information out of her. “This town, this place…” His gruff voice drifted away as his gaze shot around, as if trying to take in the havoc around them.

A burst of wind, a remnant of the raging storm, tossed her long blond hair about her face. And as she pushed it back, her arm hit his. “If you’ll let go of me, I’ll go with you to find the girls.”

“Let’s go, then,” he growled, dropping his hands.

Josie turned blindly, her own fear and concern mixing with the shame she felt at letting the girls slip out of her sight at such a time.

Irresponsible. Reckless. The words her grandmother often tossed her way now slithered through her mind, resurrecting a wild past that still accused her.

She shouldn’t be in charge of these children. She couldn’t take care of them.

Please, Lord, let them be okay. She prayed through her fear and through the voices from her past that told her she was no good. Worthless and nothing but trouble.

But in spite of her prayers, fear clenched her stomach as she navigated her way over a downed tree. Beyond that an empty car lay on its side, glass strewn over a street still wet from the rain. It had been half an hour since the tornado touched down. While she and Nicki had cowered with the children in the basement of the church, sirens had wailed and horns honked, followed by the roar of the storm filling their ears and minds.

Another tree lay across their path, and as she tried to go over it, as well, her foot got caught in the branches. She would have fallen but for Silas’s strong hands catching her from behind.

“I’m okay. Let go of me,” she snapped. Fear, anger with Alyssa and concern about her grandmother fought with each other as she struggled to free herself from the branches and the grip of his rough hands.

“Just a minute.” Silas snapped a few branches away, vaulted over the tree, then reached up to help her down, but she scrambled down on her own.

“Where are we going?” he asked as she caught her balance.

“If my guess is right, the girls went to my house. Go down Fourth to Logan Street. I live two houses down from the corner.”

Without another word Silas strode away from her. “Watch out for the downed power lines,” he called over his shoulder as his long legs covered ground. As Josie jogged to keep up, her gaze flew around the town taking stock. The Willekers house okay, but the stately maples destroyed. Roof off Klaas Steenbergen’s house. Windows smashed in the next house. The following house, no damage.

Then they turned onto Logan Street, and Josie’s steps faltered.

The capricious tornado had blasted out the windows of the homes on either side of her and snatched branches off the maples that had once lined the street.

And tossed them right into the front of her house.

Her roof was a bundle of sticks and shingles burying the front porch and lawn. One side of the house was ripped right out, exposing her living room and part of the kitchen, which now held only a kitchen chair and her new television tipped on its side.

The sound of sirens approaching broke into the silence that had held the town in thrall up to now. Emergency vehicles on their way.

Panic clawed up Josie’s throat as the demolition of her home dawned on her. Did the girls go inside that mess?

She ran toward the house, ignoring Silas’s warning shout. Please, Lord, was all she could pray.

“Josie. Stop. Now. There’s a line down.”

He snaked his arm around her waist to stop her forward momentum.

A power line sparked only inches away from her feet.

Fear made Josie sag against Silas. For a brief moment she welcomed the strength of his arm holding her up, the solid wall of his body behind her.

Then, above the sound of emergency sirens approaching, Josie heard Alyssa calling her name.

“Wait here,” Silas said, releasing her.

Josie hugged herself, praying frantically as Silas carefully made his way over the downed power line then through the debris on the lawn to the back of the house. He called the girls’ names as Josie prayed. Please, Lord, let those girls be safe.

After what seemed like an eternity, Silas came from behind the house, his daughter on his hip, his other hand holding Alyssa’s.

Alyssa was carrying a plastic bag, but Josie was too relieved to pay it much attention.

She ran toward her niece and swept her into her arms.

“You silly girl. I was so worried.” She dropped to her knees, her hands slipping over her niece’s dear face. “Are you okay? What were you thinking leaving like that?”

Alyssa glanced at Lily, then back at Josie. “I wanted to get something. From the house. For Lily.”

Fear and anger fought for dominance, but relief took the upper hand.

“Why didn’t you ask me? Why did you go without telling me? Do you know what just happened?”

Alyssa looked around and sighed. “The storm left a big mess.”

Her simple, matter-of-fact statement released some of Josie’s tension.

“It was very dangerous to go to the house without telling me.” Josie’s voice trembled.

“I’m sorry. But now I have my present for Lily. I had it ready in the kitchen but forgot it.” Alyssa glanced up at Silas. “Are we going to the church? I want to wrap it there. I have some pretty paper.”

Silas shifted his daughter on his hip, his tanned forearms holding her close as he shot a frown toward Josie. “No. I’m taking Lily home. Now.”

Lily pushed back on her father, her tiny hands dwarfed by her father’s broad shoulders. “I want my present.”

Silas’s angry gaze flicked around the wreckage strewn about the street, as if wondering how his daughter could be so caught up in something so trivial as a present when people’s lives had been upended so dramatically.

“Can you give it to her now?” Silas asked Alyssa.

Alyssa glanced at the plastic bag holding something square. Then as the emergency vehicles converged on their street, red and blue light strobing over the street, she handed the parcel to Lily.

“Happy birthday, Lily,” she said with a wide smile.

Josie saw Silas’s face go blank, then he closed his eyes and pulled his lower lip between his teeth.

The single father had forgotten his only daughter’s birthday.

“Thanks, Alyssa,” Lily said with a huge grin, seemingly unaware of her father’s mistake. Then she turned to Silas. “Can Alyssa and Miss Cane come over for a party?”

Silas shot a glance over his shoulder at the remains of Josie’s house, something she’d been avoiding ever since they turned down this street.

“I think Ms. Cane has other things on her mind right now.” Silas put Lily down, but clung to her hand. He looked around the street as one of the emergency crews ran to the house beside Josie’s and another to hers.

“There’s no one inside,” Josie called out. “We’re both here.”

One of the firemen saluted her, but followed the other man in anyhow.

Guess they had to check for themselves, she reasoned.

She turned away, unable to look at the wreckage any longer. Later she could absorb it, reason what had to happen. For now, she had to find out what had happened to her grandmother.

“We gotta get going,” Silas said, shoving his hand through his hair, as if unsure himself what to do. “Glad that you and the girls are okay.” He gave her a tight smile, then walked down the littered street, leading his daughter by the hand.

Josie watched him go as a hard shivering seized her body.

Shock, she reasoned, hugging herself. She tried to keep her thoughts at bay, tried to corral them into a corner.

But they buzzed past her defenses. Was her grandmother okay? Who else could have been hurt?

“I have to go find Gramma,” Josie said suddenly.

“Do you think she’s okay?”

“We’ll find out.” She was about to leave when a fireman called her back.

“Ma’am, we have to ask you to head back to the church.” He walked over to her full of purpose and determination. “We’re sending everyone there for now.”

“But my grandmother…”

“We’ll be giving out news as we find things out. It’s too dangerous to go wandering the streets on your own. Gas leaks, lines down. Sorry.”

Josie hugged herself again, glancing over her shoulder in the direction of her grandmother’s home.

This storm had changed everything. It had blasted into town, torn up homes, and even though it had happened only an hour ago, Josie knew it had completely rearranged her life and her plans.

Guess she wouldn’t be moving away from High Plains this fall after all.

Two days later

“So what are we going to do, Lily?” Alyssa pressed her mouth close to her aunt’s cell phone, hoping Aunt Josie hadn’t noticed that Alyssa was missing from the classroom in the church. If Aunt Josie knew she was using her cell phone, and why, she would be mad. “If you’re not allowed to come to the after-school program anymore, how is my aunt and your dad going to fall in love like we planned?”

“We need to make a pact.”

“Is that a sin?”

“No, silly.” Lily laughed. “It’s a promise that you and I are going to make to make sure that my dad and your aunt fall in love.”

“Like a pact. A matchmaking pact.”

“Yeah. A pact.”

“But we have to hurry because my aunt still says we’re going to move away. And if we move, they’re never going to fall in love.” Alyssa looked back over her shoulder, but no one was in the hallway. “So we’re going to make a pact and make a plan.”

“Right. And this is what we’ll do.”

Alyssa listened carefully and as Lily told her the plan, she started to smile. This might work. And if it did, she would have a dad again.

And Lily would get another mom.

Chapter One

October 5th

“Lily. Time for school,” Silas called up the stairs, waiting for a response from his daughter.

He heard a thump, then the sound of feet hurrying down the hallway. What in the world was that kid doing? Curious, he took a step up the stairs just as his cell phone rang.

He pulled it off his hip and flipped it open. A modern-day gunslinger, he thought with a touch of irony as he said hello.

“Silas. Orville Cummins here. Not the best news. I’ve got to delay shipping that lumber to you.”

“What do you mean? I ordered it back in June for delivery this month.”

“Yeah. That was before that tornado took your town apart couple months back. I tried to get what I could, but Garrison has been buying up what he can for his lumberyard the last while. You could try to get some from him.”

Silas rubbed his forehead. “He’s only selling it for reconstruction or building new homes.”

“If you can wait two weeks, I’ll get you what you need from Manhattan.”

“I guess that’ll have to do.”

As he was talking, Lily came downstairs, dragging her backpack behind her, a brightly colored gift bag swinging from her other hand.

While he talked he wiped a spot of toothpaste from the corner of Lily’s mouth, then patted her on the head.

“Thanks again, Orville. I gotta run.” He snapped the phone shut and slipped it into his belt holster. “Did you really brush your teeth this morning or only rinse with toothpaste again?”

“I brushed.”

Silas frowned at her ponytail, hanging askew from the back of her head.

Kelly would have put their daughter’s copper-colored hair into tight, fat braids, finished off with ribbons.

But Kelly wasn’t here and his clumsy fingers couldn’t recreate the intricate twists that had come so easily to his wife’s slender fingers. So Lily did her own hair. Today it looked as if she hadn’t even brushed it.

“We gotta get going.” He glanced at the festive bag she was carrying. “What you got there?”

Lily gave him a secretive smile. “You’ll find out.”

“Okay. Secrets. Very intriguing.”

The drive into town was quiet. Silas was lost in his thoughts, the only sound in the truck the ticking of gravel on the undercarriage and the nasally twang of the announcer from the early-morning stock market report on the radio. He had a lot to do in the next few weeks and the time was slipping through his fingers.

“Dad, can we have a puppy?” Lily’s voice broke into the quiet.

“A puppy?” Where in the world had that come from? “I’ve got enough trouble keeping you groomed and fed.” He tossed Lily a grin, just to show he was kidding.

“But a puppy would keep me company. When you’re busy.”

“I’m not that busy, honey.”

“You’re outside all the time and when you’re not, you’re on the computer. And I hate watching television.”

That sent a shot of guilt through him. Kelly had hated television, too, and had limited how much Lily watched. But television kept Lily occupied and out of his hair while he worked.

“Why can’t I go to the after-school program instead? With my friend Alyssa?” Lily clutched the shiny bag that Silas suspected held a present for that same friend.

“Because, honey” was all he would say.

He couldn’t explain to her the sheer terror he had felt when he’d seen the funnel cloud touch down in High Plains, knowing she was there instead of on the farm where she’d have been safe.

A thousand images of Lily hurt, or worse, had sliced through his head on that panicked trip into town. He’d even been tempted to pray.

Which was foolishness, of course. God hadn’t heard the countless prayers he and Lily had sent up for Kelly during her battle with cancer. When he and his sobbing daughter had stood by her graveside, Silas had promised himself he wouldn’t waste God’s time anymore.

“I miss seeing Ms. Josie,” Lily put in, still campaigning.

“Miss Cane let you and Alyssa take off after the tornado. She’s not responsible.”

That Lily had been found safe was no thanks to Miss Cane, who had let her and her friend slip out in the first place.

Lily sighed again. “I hate sitting by myself at home, Daddy.”

More guilt piled onto his shoulders.

“It was Alyssa’s idea to sneak out when we had that tornado, you know.”

“Which is another reason you shouldn’t be hanging around with Alyssa.” This conversation was well-tilled ground. But his daughter was persistent and each time approached it from another angle as if hoping to unearth some new argument to convince him.

“But she’s my twin friend. And she has a really pretty aunt.”

Silas wasn’t about to dispute the pretty-aunt part of her statement. Josie Cane was the kind of woman who would make any man look twice and then again. Tall with blond hair rivalling ripe Kansas grain and a smile inviting a response.

And a reputation that preceded her.

It was a good thing he wasn’t looking and he wasn’t interested. The long, slow loss of his wife, Kelly, had squeezed his heart to nothing. When the first clumps of dirt were dropped on her coffin, his heart had closed like a fist on his memories and his pain. He hadn’t talked about Kelly nor encouraged Lily to do the same. He was tired of hurt and pain.

“Doesn’t matter how pretty she is.” Silas made his voice gruff to show Lily he was serious. “I want you home.”

Where I can make sure you’re safe, he added to himself.

“But Alyssa told me that Ms. Josie is doing baking at the church. For the workers who are building the town again. Ms. Josie said we all have to do our part and I want to help, too. I want to learn how to bake, then I can make cupcakes and muffins, like Mommy used to.”

In spite of the sadness the memories brought, Silas had to smile. Kelly was wonder and joy and love, but she was no baker. Each attempt created a potential health hazard.

“And I won’t be so lonely after school when you’re doing all your work,” she continued, her voice growing earnest. “And you won’t have to keep checking on me. Ms. Josie said she’d gladly take me back again.”

Silas was wavering. He had a ton of work to do today and he had already been juggling his timelines, trying to figure out how he was supposed to stop what he was doing in time to pick Lily up from school every day. Since the tornado, he’d been driving her back and forth instead of letting her take the school bus.

“Oh, look, someone is working on the roof of the Old Town Hall.” Lily pointed out her window as they turned onto Main Street. “Ms. Josie said people want it ready for Christmas. For Founders’ Day. Ms. Josie said it will be a healing celebration.”

“Ms. Josie obviously says a lot of things,” Silas muttered, glancing in the direction Lily pointed. The sight of the half-finished building sent the same pang through him that he had felt when he first saw the destruction of the Old Town Hall. He and Kelly had been married there.

He pushed the memory back. Rebuilding the Old Town Hall seemed a waste of time. The old could never be replaced. It wouldn’t be the same. All those memories were best left gone with the building when it was destroyed.

“What is Founders’ Day?” Lily asked, suddenly animated. “Is that when people who lost things find them again? Like the place they set up for people who lost stuff after the tornado?”

Silas chuckled at her description. “No, honey. I heard it has something to do with the friendship of the two men who started this town, a Mr. Logan and a Mr. Garrison.”

“Like Reverend Garrison? Who works at the church?”

“He’s a relative.”

“Reverend Garrison is a nice man.” Lily sighed. “Alyssa always goes to church on Sunday to hear him preach. I wish we could go again.”

Silas made no comment to that as he turned the truck in to the school parking lot. Since Kelly died, he had stayed away from church and God. Just keeping the boundaries marked off. God: up there and silent. Him: down here and busy. Never the two shall meet.

Silas parked the truck, pulled off his seat belt and turned off the truck.

“Don’t get out of the truck yet, Daddy,” Lily said, grabbing his arm.

Silas, his hand already on the handle, stopped, shooting his daughter a frown. “Why not?”

“I have something for you.” She scooted across the seat and threw her arms around her father’s neck. “Happy birthday, Daddy,” she said, adding a noisy kiss. Then she gave him the bag she’d carried into the truck.

As he took the bag he felt a jolt of all-too-familiar guilt. She had remembered his birthday. Had planned for it.

He remembered how he had completely forgotten hers.

“Why, honey—” He swallowed down a surprising knot of pain. “Thank you. What is it?”

“You’re supposed to open it and find out.” Lily sat back with a self-satisfied grin.

Puzzled, Silas pulled out the package wrapped in a plastic grocery bag. When he unwrapped the framed picture, he did a double take.

Why had his daughter given him a picture of Josie Cane?

He masked his confusion and gave Lily a careful smile. “Thanks, honey. This is an interesting present.”

“I got the picture from Alyssa for my birthday. And I think you need to have a picture of someone in your bedroom again. Like you used to have of Mommy.”

The woman smiling back at Silas from the picture looked as if she was laughing at a secret joke, her long blond hair blowing away from her face. Her eyes held a hint of mischief, which made Silas think the stories about Josie’s wild past held some truth.

“That’s very nice. Thank you, Lily.” He put the picture back in the bag, but didn’t tell his daughter there was no way he was filling the spot that once held a picture of his beloved wife with a picture of this woman.

Lily sat back in her seat, her arms hugging her backpack, obviously not ready to leave yet. “Do you think she’s pretty?”

“As pretty as she needs to be.”

“I like Ms. Josie.”

He gathered that. “I’m sure she’s very nice.”

“And she’s a good teacher.”