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In the midst of WWII, Jane Linder pours all her energy and dreams for a family into her career at the Toronto Children's Aid Society. As acting directress, Jane hopes for a permanent appointment so she can continue making a difference in the lives of troubled children. But if anyone were to find out she is divorced, everything would change. Garrett Wilder has been hired to overhaul operations at the Children's Aid Society. He hopes to impress the board members with his findings and earn the vacant director's position. A war injury ended his dream of taking over his parents' farm, but with the security of the director's job, he'd be able to contribute financially and help save the family business. Despite their competing interests, feelings begin to blossom between them. But then Jane's ex-husband returns from overseas with an unexpected proposition that could fulfill her deepest desires. Suddenly at a crossroads, can Jane discern the path to true happiness?

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Historical romance

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	08 juin 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781493431496
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Half Title Page
Books by Susan Anne Mason
C OURAGE TO D REAM
Irish Meadows
A Worthy Heart
Love’s Faithful Promise
A Most Noble Heir
C ANADIAN C ROSSINGS
The Best of Intentions
The Highest of Hopes
The Brightest of Dreams
R EDEMPTION ’ S L IGHT
A Haven for Her Heart
To Find Her Place
Title Page
Copyright Page
© 2021 by Susan A. Mason
Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
Ebook edition created 2021
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-3149-6
Unless otherwise indicated, Scripture quotations are from the New Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright © 1989 National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
This is a work of historical reconstruction; the appearances of certain historical figures are therefore inevitable. All other characters, however, are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Cover design by Koechel Peterson & Associates, Inc., Minneapolis, Minnesota/Jon Godfredson
Cover photography by Ron Ravensborg
Author is represented by Natasha Kern Literary Agency.
Dedication

To all the dedicated social workers who strive tirelessly to help children in need in their communities. May God bless you and them!
Contents
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Books by Susan Anne Mason
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About the Author
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Be strong and courageous; do not be frightened or dismayed, for the L ORD your God is with you wherever you go.
J OSHUA 1:9
1
September 1943
I ’m leaving now, Mama. Are you sure you’ve got everything you need?”
Jane Linder glanced from her mother, seated in her favorite plaid armchair, to the wooden mantel clock and tried to ignore her rising anxiety. Today she needed to catch an early bus in order to attend an unexpected board meeting.
One that could affect the future of her job.
And today, of all days, Mama was having a bad morning.
“I’ll be fine, Janey.” Mama plucked at the fraying hem of her bathrobe sleeve. “Don’t worry about me.”
Jane pulled a napkin from the breakfast tray on the side table and set it on her mother’s lap. “You have your toast and tea right here. And there’s leftover soup for lunch. I’ll come home at noon and check on you if I can.”
Mama gave a wan smile that accentuated the bluish tinge to her mouth and pushed a lock of gray hair off her forehead. “I know it’s an important day for you. I don’t want you worrying about me. I’m sure I’ll feel better soon.”
“All right. I hope so.” Jane made a quick scan of the narrow living room, ensuring the drapes covering the front window were open no more than a few inches—enough to let in some light, but not enough that the neighbors could see inside. She also made sure Mama’s favorite floor lamp was on and that her crossword puzzles and Good Housekeeping magazines all sat within easy reach.
“If it’s too hectic and I can’t come home, I’ll call Mrs. Peters and have her come check on you.” Jane slid the telephone across the coffee table, closer to Mama’s chair. “In the meantime, if you start to feel worse, please call me at work.” She knelt and grabbed her mother’s thin hand. “Promise me you will. I don’t want you to worry about bothering me. Nothing’s more important than you.”
Mama’s thin lips trembled. “You’re such a good daughter. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” Tears formed in her eyes, creating red rims around the edges.
Jane held back a sigh. Whenever Mama had a bad spell, she became overly emotional. And sometimes rather clingy, often begging Jane not to go into the office. At times, Jane gave in and stayed home, but then felt guilty about not living up to her commitment at work. There were even days Jane considered resigning her position at the Children’s Aid Society, but with her brother away fighting in the war, Jane’s income was the only real thing keeping them afloat.
Besides, the children were too important for her to quit her job. They were the reason Jane had become a social worker in the first place—so she could help disadvantaged children find a family to love them. It was a mission entrusted to her by God, she was certain. One she couldn’t in good conscience abandon. If it meant eventually hiring a nurse to stay with Mama during the day, Jane would find a way to do so.
But for now, she needed to be on time for this meeting.
“I have to go, Mama. I’ll see you later.” She kissed her mother’s papery cheek, whispered a quick prayer for the Lord’s protection over her, then grabbed her satchel and rushed out the door.

Jane’s heels clattered on the tile floors as she hurried toward the conference room situated on the second floor of the municipal building. The interior of the stone structure remained cool, a fact that Jane welcomed. Dressed in her best green suit and ivory blouse, she wanted to make a good impression and not appear like a wilted flower.
The double doors of the meeting room stood slightly ajar, and a murmur of voices drifted outward. Nerves dampened Jane’s palms as she paused to gain her bearings and take a breath.
She had a fair idea why the board wished to see her today. Her boss, Mr. Mills, had done her the courtesy of calling yesterday to let her know before it was announced that he had decided to retire and that the position of Managing Director of the Toronto Children’s Aid Society would now be open.
For the past six months, Jane had been filling in for her ailing boss as acting directress, a position that carried a lot of responsibility. Yet she’d welcomed the chance to prove herself in the role, hoping to garner the board’s favor. And today’s meeting might be the culmination of that goal, since she fully intended to submit her application as a contender for the position. If Vera Moberly could successfully run the Toronto Infants’ Home, there was no reason Jane couldn’t do the same with the Children’s Aid Society. As a caseworker, she’d longed to make policy changes but lacked the power to do so. Now, excitement bubbled through her at the potential good she could bring about for the children.
Focus, Jane. Don ’t get ahead of yourself.
She smoothed down her skirt, adjusted the sleeves of her jacket, and stepped through the door, making certain her best smile was in place.
A large oval table dominated the room. Several men and women were seated around it, while others stood by the coffee cart in the corner. She made a quick scan of the faces, trying to match the names with the various board members.
“Mrs. Linder. Thank you for coming in on such short notice.” Mr. Fenmore, the chairman of the board, approached her with a tight smile. For a man in his mid-to-late fifties, he was tall and fit. He wore a dark suit and thin silver eyeglasses that matched the color of his hair.
“My pleasure, Mr. Fenmore.” She shook his hand. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting.”
“Not at all. You’re right on time. If you’ll take your seat, we can get this meeting started.”
Jane pasted on a pleasant expression, one she hoped hid her nerves, and took the chair Mr. Fenmore indicated, while the other board members returned to their seats.
Mr. Fenmore took his place at the head of the table and nodded to a woman at the far end. “Marcie, are you ready?”
The woman, obviously here to take the minutes, raised her head, pen poised over a notepad. “Yes, sir.”
He inclined his head. “Then I officially call this emergency board meeting to order.”
Jane swallowed. She’d been invited to a few board meetings in her six months as directress, but they hadn’t seemed quite this formal. The word emergency sent a chill of foreboding down her spine, but she told herself the term simply meant that the gathering was out of the ordinary from the group’s usual monthly meeting.
“Thank you again for coming, Mrs. Linder,” Mr. Fenmore said. “Although I could have come to your workplace, we felt that discretion would be better served if we met here.”
“I understand.” The foreboding chill spread down her legs to her toes. Why would they need such secrecy over Mr. Mills’s retirement? Everyone at the Children’s Aid would know soon enough.
The man shifted on his chair. “Mrs. Linder, I assume you are aware of the difficulties facing the agency right now—the additional workload, the lack of available foster families, and the decrease in funding, just to name a few.”
“I’m very aware of it, sir,” she said with quiet dignity. “I deal with these problems and more on a daily basis.”
Mr. Fenmore’s gray eyebrows rose slightly. “Of course you do. And you’re doing an admirable job in Mr. Mills’s absence. I only hope you don’t take offense to what I’m about to tell you.”
Jane’s stomach clenched. This did not sound good. And so far, it didn’t appear to have anything to do with Mr. Mills’s announcement.
“After going over the financial statements from the last several months, it has become evident that the agency is in worse straits than we imagined.”
“Considerably worse,” one of the other members added.
The man who’d just spoken up was Mr. Warren. He was the accountant, a