Atlas by Suzanne D. Williams

Author:Suzanne D. Williams [Williams, Suzanne D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-08-10T04:00:00+00:00

He’d never believed much in prayer or religious things until recently, ascribing certain coincidences in life to random luck. But Meghan being at the door tonight, he had to take seriously. He’d been dreading this dinner, mostly because of her. In the past, a chance to spar with a woman was a challenge, but now it was distasteful and a waste of his time.

Why spar when he’s already met the most beautiful woman possible?

Which led him back to thoughts on prayer. Whatever his grandfather had been praying before he’d died evidently still held great value with God because he’d never felt more like his life was being orchestrated. Being ordered around by his father was expected. Having his dead grandfather choose his bride was not.

Atlas glanced at Meghan on his way into the church lot. She was spectacular. Did she know that? He’d bet not, and any compliment coming from him wouldn’t be received … at least, before tonight, it wouldn’t have been. But maybe things were finally changing. She couldn’t believe he only wanted forgiveness, and frankly, he couldn’t either.

Exiting his car, he walked around the front and opened her door, taking her elbow in his palm and leading her toward a well-lit building beside the main sanctuary. Pushing open the door, he stepped inside and paused. A half-dozen people were there, faces he recognized from other events, and the rector of the church, Father Parrish.

“Mr. Bellamy, I’m so glad you could come.”

Father Parrish was mid-fifties with thinning hair but a friendly face. He spared Atlas only a glance before turning his attention to Meghan.

“And who is your date?”

“This is Dr. Meghan Moralez.”

Father Parrish took her fingers and squeeze, a twinkle in his eye. “Welcome, Doctor.”

“Please, call me Meghan.”

He inclined his head. “We’re minus only one person, who …”

The rush of air from behind them turned them around and there, in all her glory, was Catherine Delaney. She seemed to take in Meghan’s place at his side in one, haughty glance.

“I see you’ve brought a friend. Another of your conquests?”

Meghan’s face said she was a bit startled that Catherine would make such a comment in a church, but he wasn’t surprised at all. It was like her to want to make a scene. He opened his mouth to make a remark, but was startled by Meghan speaking first.

“More like his significant other.”

He had said she’d have to play it up, but hadn’t thought she’d jump in quite so readily.

Catherine’s gaze settled on Meghan for a moment then she tilted it, lizard-like, to his. “It’s serious then?”

His footing shaky where Meghan was concerned, his grandfather’s wishes forefront in his thinking, Atlas was temporarily silenced. To Meghan, this was a game. To him, it now was not. All that his family stood for was hanging pendulous overhead, a scythe, simply waiting to lop off their heads, and she had no idea.

In the end, he was given no need to speak, Meghan solving it for him. But with her words, he felt the debt she’d spoken of switch from her shoulders to his.

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