Rich in Faith (Richness in Faith, Book 3) by Peterson Lindi

Author:Peterson, Lindi [Peterson, Lindi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lindi Peterson
Published: 2015-01-27T08:00:00+00:00

“SO, IF I SEND Mrs. Stratton home will you cook us some fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy?”

Court catches me as I step out of my room just a few minutes after our previous conversation. The conversation that caused me to splash cold water on my face to wake up to the reality of what is happening.

I did this while the girls showed Court what they were doing and why. Their excitement at sharing their toys was almost as grand as seeing their dad home midday.

“Fried chicken is not very healthy eating. I think we should let Mrs. Stratton do her stuff.”

“Only if you give me an IOU.” There’s a serious look in his expression.

“Maybe.” I’m not committing to anything.

Rubbing his neck, he stares at the hallway wall for a moment like he’s bothered. Moments later, he looks at me. “Can we talk for a minute? In my office?”

My breath hitches slightly. Nothing he would notice. But I’m catching on to his voice tones, and this one indicates turmoil.

What kind of turmoil I’m about to find out.

He follows me, and when he steps into the office he shuts the door behind him.

In my book, that inches up the turmoil factor.

Now my mouth is starting to feel dry. Why does everything having to do with Court make me aware of every internal struggle I have? It’s like being around him forces me to see more of who I am.

Who I really am.

And that’s not at all who I want to be.

Maybe it’s because Court is a what-you-see-is-what-you-get type of guy. There’s not any pretense when it comes to him.

Only amazing honesty and integrity.

Traits to be admired.

“You can sit if you want.” He perches on the edge of the desk while motioning me to the love seat.

My nerves are too crazy to sit, so I don’t. He raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t comment on my refusal of his offer.

“Before we left North Carolina yesterday, my dad asked me to do him a favor.”

My nerve endings quit tingling a little as I realize this talk is going to be about Court and his dad and not about Court and me.

My nerve endings are also a tad bit disappointed.

But they won’t tell anyone.

“What kind of favor?”

“The kind of favor I wish he wouldn’t have asked.”

Those words tell a tale, don’t they? “I hate those kind of favors. Especially when asked by someone you love. Kind of makes it hard to say no, doesn’t it?”

“Impossible, really.”

“So what does your dad have you doing that you don’t really want to do?”

He pushes off the desk and stands, lowering his gaze momentarily. When he does look up, his gaze captivates me more than I want it to.

“He wants me to go to the track for the Fourth of July race at Daytona.”

Oh, that race. That race that my dad has graciously been given tickets to by Mama. “Why?”

“Because he can’t go. Storm is usually with him, but that’s his anniversary and he and the wife are taking a vacation.

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