The Master's Plan by LaVerne St. George

Author:LaVerne St. George [St. George, LaVerne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Astraea Press, LLC
Published: 2014-09-05T00:00:00+00:00

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Lord, I’ll need Your help tonight.

On Saturday, Jason paused on Cara’s porch before ringing the doorbell. Without a doubt, the party would be difficult. Already he felt like a coiled spring. How would he feel after spending an evening trying to keep his distance? Wanting to be near her?

At Aunt Mattie’s, he thought Cara might bolt. Maybe she had changed her mind about tonight.

Then he took a breath and rang the bell.

The door swung open. Time seemed to slow, and his vision focused. The deep purple dress Cara wore clung gently over every lovely curve, stopping just above her knees. The material shimmered as she moved, making him want to touch the smooth, silky length. Her gold necklace and earrings brought out the golden highlights in her hair. She had definitely not changed her mind. A slow smile built on his face.

“You look great,” he said softly.

His reward was a becoming blush and a shy tilt of her head. Then she gave him a quick perusal. He had chosen his charcoal-gray vested suit with more care than he usually took with his clothes. For jewelry, he had finally settled on his grandfather’s pocket watch and chain, antique cufflinks and a jeweled tiepin.

Her appreciative smile warmed him. “You look good, too. Come on in while I get my coat.”

He stepped into her living room and absorbed the settled, homey feeling. Inviting armchairs and sofa, covered in a flowered pattern of rose and green, were placed on the dark hardwood floor. Small linen squares decorated each occasional table, the delicate embroidery matching the pattern of the curtains at the framed windows. Several magazines were scattered on the sofa, a coffee mug and a wooden bowl of multicolored chocolate drops perched on one wide arm. The mantel above the brick fireplace held two photographs and an old brass clock. Jason moved instinctively toward the pictures.

One was of Cara’s parents, he surmised, taken for an anniversary, perhaps, judging by the more formal clothes the couple wore. Cara shared her father’s smile, but her eyes were her mother’s, clear blue with a direct gaze that missed nothing. The picture on the other side of the mantel showed Cara and her sister Ellen, college-aged, caught after some sort of water fight, both soaked to the skin, their bright smiles filled with uninhibited joy. Curious, he picked up the photograph and studied it more closely.

Ellen’s hair was darker, her face more angular, her eyes set further apart, but together the two women held the unmistakable images of their parents.

“That was taken the year before the accident.” Cara’s low voice came from behind him.

Glancing behind, Jason watched her hug a long black raincoat in her arms. “It’s a great picture,” he said. He placed it carefully back on the mantel.

Cara gazed at the picture a moment then nodded.

“I hope you understand why I agreed to come tonight,” he said quietly. “I’m not trying to make things more difficult.”

“No, of course not,” she said, shifting the coat in her arms and glancing down at it.

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