His Christmas Angel by Gail Sattler

Author:Gail Sattler
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2013-10-08T00:00:00+00:00

nine

“Grace? Neil wasn’t expecting you. He’s not home.”

Grace smiled. “That’s okay, Phil. I’m not here to see Neil. I’m here to see you.”

His face paled, which strengthened her concern that something was wrong.

Yesterday after church, all three of them had gone to her apartment to restarch Phil’s Christmas angel. Nothing specific had been said, and it was nothing she could put her finger on, but all day she’d had the feeling something was wrong. Neil had been the same as he always was, but Phil had been different—uncharacteristically quiet and unusually serious. The same as the evening before at the coffeehouse, she’d asked him if he was feeling sick, but he claimed he was fine. She didn’t think he was, but she couldn’t call him a liar.

To make matters worse, when she’d offered to make coffee after they’d finished their project, not only had he turned her down, he’d also been in a rush to leave.

She had to know why. If it was something she’d said or done to upset him, she’d never forgive herself.

“Sorry to drop by unexpectedly. I tried to call, but I forgot to charge the battery on my cell phone. I decided to take a chance that you were home, and here you are.”

She stood in the doorway, waiting.

Phil also stood in the doorway. He wouldn’t look at her. Instead, he peeked over her shoulder at her car parked on the street, then up into the night sky, to the bag in her hand, then down to her guitar, which rested at her feet on the porch.

She held out the bag. “I brought Dale. I put her over the heat vent last night, and she was dry when I got home from work today.”

“That’s great. Thanks.” He reached out and accepted the bag. “I’m being so rude. Please come in.”

She bent down to grasp the handle of her guitar case and followed him in, shutting the door behind herself.

“You brought your guitar.”

Grace grinned. “Brilliant observation, Sherlock.”

“Why?”

“Saturday you said you were learning to play. I was at my friend’s house for supper, and I had my guitar with me, so I thought I’d make a pit stop on my way home and give you an impromptu lesson. I also wanted to give Dale back as soon as possible.”

“That’s really nice of you, but after I said that, I started thinking that maybe taking lessons from you might not be such a great idea.”

Her hands faltered on the latch of the guitar case, but she recovered and continued to remove the guitar from the case. “Why not? I think it’s a great idea. It’s not like I’m going to charge you money or anything. I’ve been thinking recently that maybe I could teach lessons to make a little extra pocket money. This is a good way to see if I’m cut out to be a teacher. You don’t mind me using you as a guinea pig, do you?”

“Uh, well, I guess not. I suppose I should go put Dale down and get my guitar.

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