Deep Haven [03] The Perfect Match by Susan May Warren

Author:Susan May Warren [Warren, Susan May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Inspirational, FICTION / Christian / Romance, Fiction / Romance / Contemporary
ISBN: 9780842381192
Google: BTZ_AAAAQBAJ
Amazon: 1414313853
Goodreads: 94225
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Published: 2004-05-10T05:00:00+00:00

12

Ellie hunched at her desk reading the incident reports from the fire at the Garden. According to Ruby and two other eyewitness accounts, no one had been inside the house before they saw the smoke. Even Dan and Joe, who had been at the barbeque, couldn’t recall seeing the fire before Ruby did. Only one witness piqued her interest. Bonnie. Ellie now remembered seeing the accident victim, her arm in a cast, huddled in the group of horrified onlookers. The report identified Bonnie as a member of the board of the Garden.

Ellie was glad to see that the woman had made sufficient recovery to resume her life. She hoped Bonnie had also learned a valuable lesson about drinking and driving. Ellie had to wonder why a woman who had supposedly embraced the values of the church had fallen into a place of despair so deep she used alcohol to try and claw her way out.

Then again, everyone had their own method of grief therapy.

She was halfway through the report about the Simmons fire from the fire marshal in Minneapolis—finally—when a knock spliced her thoughts. She looked up, then smiled. “Hey, Liza.”

The potter looked her usual flamboyant self today in a pair of hip-hugger jeans, a beaded belt, and a hot pink, peasant-style shirt. She’d swept her black hair up in a matching pink scrunchie, and her eyes danced with friendly mischief. Ellie felt downright dowdy in her black work pants, boots, and blue firefighter’s shirt.

“Hope I’m not disturbing you,” Liza said as she sat down in a folding chair across from Ellie’s desk. “I haven’t seen you for a while and thought I’d drop in. Are you in hiding?”

Ellie laughed, masking how close Liza’s words landed to the mark. Since the incident with Mitch nearly a week ago, she’d narrowed her social life down to late-night walks with Franklin. And he wasn’t much of a conversationalist. “Are you out shopping?” She indicated the bag Liza had tucked beside the wooden chair.

“No.” Liza picked up the bag, set it in her lap. “It’s a gift, actually.” She grinned as she reached into the bag. “A spaghetti bowl.”

Ellie’s mouth sagged open a second before she took the bowl with Liza’s trademark seagulls and shoreline. Its weight surprised her and Ellie nearly dropped it. “This will feed an army, Liza. Thanks. Wow . . . I’m speechless.”

Liza put the bag down. “I thought firehouses were known for their spaghetti.”

“And their chili. Unfortunately . . . I don’t cook. I don’t have one Martha Stewart bone in my body.” Ellie made a face that had Liza laughing.

“Well, leave it for Dan. He’s a great cook.”

Ellie didn’t comment. She’d been having mixed feelings about the pastor—feelings that made her melancholy one minute, angry the next. Their conversation last week had left her just outside the circle of frustration. Dan had his opportunity to . . . to . . . deny that their friendship was part of his ministry SOP and didn’t. She should have never bought into the sweet charm of Mr.

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