Hearts Key by Marianne Evans

Author:Marianne Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pelican Ventures Book Group

Hearts Key

11

At just after seven the next morning, Tyler left his home. Amy, Pyper and Aunt RuthAnne were sound asleep within. He, on the other hand, had barely closed his eyes all night. Tension slid through him. Nervous anxiety thumped at his spirit, giving him too much energy, too many things to think about.

Purposely early, he made his way into the heart of Nashville and parked on 5th Avenue, not far from their chosen restaurant: 417 Union. The block or two he needed to walk would do him good, and hopefully help him settle before the meeting. He was shown to a booth positioned toward the front of the restaurant. It was then that Tyler rested his fidgeting hands, closed his eyes, bowed his head, and repeatedly prayed a simple, three-word petition: Discernment, Lord. Please.

Tyler heard the door squeak open. Footsteps sounded. Reflex left him wanting to lift his head to see who entered the restaurant. He rebuked the reaction, but his prayers drifted to silence.

“Good morning, Mr. Rossiter. How are you?” When Tyler heard the greeting, he sucked in a deep, smooth breath, still diverting his eyes, forcing anxiety to take a back seat to God’s prompting and direction.

“I’m great, Janie, thank you.”

“Your party is here, and seated.”

“I see him. Thanks again.”

“My pleasure.”

The simple exchange of pleasantries finally roused Tyler. With a restored sense of calm, he greeted Kellen’s approach. “You’re a regular here.”

Kellen took the seat across from Tyler and gave a laugh. “Guilty. This place roped me in a couple years ago with their prime rib hash.”

Tyler winced. “Something about the word ‘hash’….”

Kellen laughed again. “Give their French toast platter a try. It runs a close second.”

They perused menus for a few moments while their waitress introduced herself and delivered iced water. Tyler desperately needed his morning coffee fix, so he ordered that promptly. Kellen went for a tall orange juice.

“I meant to ask you,” Kellen began, spreading a white linen napkin across his lap. “You going to the Exclamation Point party on Friday?”

Tyler nodded. He wondered if Amy would be interested in attending his record label’s annual publicity push. They could make a full, fun evening of it. Otherwise, he’d make an appearance, and return home as soon as possible. Nothing superseded Amy and Pyper’s visit. “Yeah. I plan to be there.”

“Good. Me, too.”

“You seem to be making more and more inroads with Christian artists.”

“Let’s just say I’m trying.” A pointed look was tempered by the curve of his lips.

Tyler shook his head, bemused. While they made small talk, and placed a food order, he studied the agent, still trying hard to figure him out.

As a person, Kellen presented an appealing package, Tyler had to give him that. Kellen was of average height and build—nothing too extraordinary there. He was handsome, but that wasn’t extraordinary either. What defined Kellen Rossiter was something intangible, and it radiated straight through his eyes, his carriage, and demeanor. In a word, that intangible quality had a name: magnetism.

He was easy, and friendly.

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