Listen for His Voice

*** Based on Christian Morals--Christian Romantic Adventure ***

Book 3 in the Rescuers in Action Series:

Destiny is convinced Adam doesn't have time for her. When Adam's knifed by a homeless man, he's forced to stay in the hospital while she has to take care of the business. In the meantime, a kidnapped young girl is begging for her help. She's juggling way too much to handle, making her realize her only true friend is God.

Excerpt

The chalk fell from my hand, stunned at what I'd just heard. I stared at our friend, Matt, who stood at the open door to the classroom where I'd been teaching Arabic to other members of the Rescuers in Action, or RIA.

"Destiny, did you hear me?" Matt asked. "Adam's been knifed. You have to come with me."

"Go." Barry got out of his seat, ran to my side, and took me out the door with his hand on my back. "I'll come with you."

Matt, Barry, and I headed down the hallway at a fast pace. I felt numb, not even sure how to react. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know," Matt said. "He was helping a man in emergency. The guy grabbed a knife from his pocket. He stuck it into Adam's side before any of us knew what had happened. I tried to call you, but your phone was off."

I pulled my cell phone from my pocket, staring at the dead thing in my hand. Tears filled my eyes. I should've charged it, making me feel guilty for not thinking ahead. Our lives were in such turmoil right now, with him working so hard while I just tried to keep everything together. If anything happened to him, I'd be alone more than I was now. Grief and horror hit me hard, but I tried to keep it together. Our marriage was dissolving before my eyes, possibly for the last time. If by some miracle Adam did live, our marriage was over anyway. He was supposed to speak at a church on Sunday, and if anything happened, he'd never be able to do it. I'd have to step in instead, making me more upset. I'd definitely be in mourning, if anything bad happened to Adam. No way would I be able to take on his work. Needless to say, It was bound to be an awful week.

I couldn't imagine life without him since he did so much for everyone. Fixing this marriage was out of my hands.

I had to find out more. "Did he call me?" I asked Matt.

Matt opened the building's outer door for both Barry and me. "I don't know," he said. We all headed for his car, parked at the curb. "Adam and I were working in the emergency room when the guy was wheeled in. Some Good Samaritan had called an ambulance."

The guy was probably one of the homeless they worked with. For all I knew, he could even be a repeat customer. However, I knew better than to ask, because doctors couldn't tell anything about their patients, by law.

Matt opened the front passenger's door to his SUV and I got inside right before he closed the door for me. He was in a huge hurry, so I pulled on my seatbelt. Barry got into the back and Matt ran around to the other side of the car, hopping into the driver's seat.

It'd been six months since our last mission with the RIA, when we'd rescued Matt and a few other people that'd been kidnapped and taken to Saudi Arabia. Adam and I had been married the day before we left on that mission. Since then, we'd moved to the Denver area to be closer to the RIA's main offices. Many of us had relocated to Denver, to make the group stronger.

Even though Adam had told me he'd only take a job with the RIA and nothing more, he'd gotten a great job as an emergency room doctor. Matt was in training to work with Adam. An internist by trade, Matt needed more training to be an emergency room doctor. They both donated time at the homeless shelter, helping the sick. I was teaching the RIA members to speak Arabic, Spanish, and French, because linguistics was my gift, along with a few other things. I also had a few other jobs that were sucking up my time. Needless to say, Adam and I were both working harder than we probably should.

I wiped a few tears from my cheeks. I couldn't lose Adam. We'd finally worked out some problems with his family by moving away. Even though we'd experienced some bumps on the road—at least I was trying to work on our marriage. We had a long way to go, but moving was tough on everyone. I had to have faith we'd make it and decided I wasn't ready to lose Adam until we'd tried everything. The thought of being alone without him horrified me.

I stared out the front window. "I didn't even get to see him before he went to work." For the past few months, we hadn't had time to ourselves. We rarely saw each other, and to take him from me just didn't seem fair.

I had to know more, but Matt wasn't talking. So, I touched his arm. He jumped a bit while trying to keep the car on the road. If the situation hadn't been so dire, it would've been hilarious, because I'd barely touched the guy.

"Tell me he's going to live," I said. "I can't go on without him. Help me out here. Tell me he's going to be okay."

Life without Adam just wouldn't be the same. We were good together, when we had time to ourselves. We laughed, we cried, and I felt a certain bond with him, like I'd never known with anyone else. Lately, that time together wasn't even a blip in my day.