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“It’s okay,” Spencer assured her. “He doesn’t put a clock on our decision.”

“Do you mind praying with me?” Molly asked.

“I’d be honored too.” He closed his eyes and squeezed Molly’s hands. “Dear Lord, right now we come to You and ask You to help Molly. You can help us with our deepest hurts and darkest fears, all we need to do is give them over to You. She’s willing to do that now, God, so please take her burdens from her and give her peaceful assurance. In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.”

“Thank you,” she said as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “If you had told me last week that I would end up back in Bayfield praying with Spencer Conrad, I would have told you the possibility of lightning striking me would happen first.”

He chuckled with a shake of his head. “Life has an interesting way of working out, that’s for sure.” Releasing her hands, he looked at her sweats and t-shirt and asked, “You think you can get ready in twenty minutes?”

She glanced down at her outfit and smiled. “I’m a news reporter, getting ready in a flash is my specialty.” She started to turn away to head back down the hall.

Before she got too far though, Spencer reached out and grabbed her arm. “I need to tell you one last thing.”

She paused and an arched an eyebrow at him. “What’s that?”

“I want you to know, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you from getting hurt again.”

Molly nodded as she said, “I don’t know why—and I hope I don’t regret it someday—but I believe you.”

Spencer felt peace as he watched Molly head down the hall. It might be a long road to get to a place of trust with Molly, but he couldn’t ask for a better traveling companion.