Second Chance Reunion. Merrillee Whren

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      “Okay.” Annie sat there, her stomach whirling with nervous anticipation. “Do you think I’ll find a job?”

      “With your degree and experience, I’m sure you’ll find something.” Ian stood. “Now that you’ve filled these out, let’s tour the rest of the campus. We can start in this building, and then I’ll point out where all of our other ministries are located.”

      “I’d like that.” Annie jumped up, eager to do something besides sit in Ian’s office. Even though being with Ian was difficult, it was better than being alone.

      Ian headed for the door, then turned. “We’ll drop this stuff off in Melody’s office before we start the tour.”

      Unlike Melody, Ian didn’t outpace Annie as they headed down the hallway. Did he remember she had short legs and couldn’t keep up with his long strides? He used to call her “short stuff” and would stand with his chin resting on the top of her head to prove it. Another recollection. How was she going to overcome the constant barrage of memories?

      He stopped and pushed the envelope through the slot in Melody’s office door. When they reached a set of double doors at the opposite end of the hallway from Ian’s office, he opened the door for her.

      Annie stepped into the cavernous space and took in the floor-to-ceiling mahogany-colored bookcases along three walls. A curved marble staircase hugged the fourth wall and led to the upper floor with an ornately carved balustrade. To the right were the checkout desk and two conference rooms, and on the left two rows of cubicles contained computers and monitors. “Wow! This is fantastic.”

      “This is the former college library. I knew you’d like it. I remember how you loved to read.”

      Annie nodded, knowing that was before drugs and alcohol had numbed her brain. She’d begun to read again in rehab, and she wanted desperately to read to her kids and introduce them to the children’s books she loved. A spark of surprise that Ian recalled her love of books ignited some happiness. “Do they have a children’s section?”

      “Absolutely. Back in the far corner.” Ian led the way. “Since we have a dozen houses for children, this part of the library gets a lot of use. We’ll take a walk through the area where the children’s homes are located. We have a day care there, too, where you’ll be able to take Spencer and Kara while you’re at work.”

      Ian’s positive comment put hope in Annie’s heart even though at times it seemed as though he didn’t believe his own statements. “I’d love to bring them here.”

      “And we’re going to make that happen.”

      Annie wanted to believe that was possible. But with Ian passing her off on one of his friends, did he really mean it? Annie straightened her spine and lifted her chin high. “How are you going to make that happen when you won’t represent me?”

      * * *

      The urge to take Annie by those stiff shoulders and shake some sense into her zigzagged through Ian’s mind, but he crossed his arms in order not to act on the ignoble thought. Why did she have to keep questioning his best wishes for her welfare? How could he convince her that he wanted everything good for her without personally involving himself in her life? That’s the last thing either of them needed. He decided it was best to just ignore her question.

      “Are you ready to see the rest of what we’re doing here at The Village?” Even as Ian made the statement, he feared the time for helping people could come to an end in three months. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

      “Sure.” Annie’s stiff stance relaxed and she didn’t argue the change in subject.

      Ian relaxed, too, and pointed to the left of the administration building. “Good. We’ll start in this direction.”

      “Okay.”

      Annie’s one-word answers told Ian that she wasn’t feeling very comfortable with him even though she had appeared to relax. The whole scenario with Annie went beyond surreal. He was here with his ex-wife, and they weren’t saying a thing as they walked across the campus. What would his father say if he knew Annie was here?

      When they reached the assisted-living facility, Ian introduced Annie to some of the residents who were enjoying a beautiful spring day on the front lawn. He stood back and listened while she chatted nonstop with Cora, one of the elderly ladies. Annie had been very close to her paternal grandparents. When they died suddenly within six months of each other during Annie’s junior year in high school, her life had shattered.

      Ian had stepped in and offered her comfort, hoping to get close to the young woman he’d admired from afar for months in the church youth group. Little did he know their relationship would shatter his life, too. But he couldn’t blame her. He’d been a willing participant in the behavior that eventually nearly killed him and took Annie in a ruinous direction.

      “Thanks for bringing this delightful young lady to see me.” Cora’s comment brought him back from the past.

      Ian smiled at Annie, glad she could make a new start where people looked at her with fresh eyes. “You’re welcome, Cora, but now I have to take this delightful young lady away because I still have a lot of things to show her.”

      Cora patted Annie’s arm. “Thank you so much, Annie, for stopping and making an old lady’s day.”

      Annie’s smile matched the sun beaming overhead. “You made my day.”

      He always loved her smile, but he turned away before he got too caught up in it. Loving anything about Annie Payton was a dangerous thing for him to do. “On to another part of the campus.”

      “Okay.” Annie almost skipped as they made their way toward the children’s homes. “Thanks for giving me the time to talk with Cora. I’m going to visit her again.”

      “She’ll be grateful. That’s the beauty of this place. We have folks from all walks of life and all ages who can give each other help in a variety of ways. It’s truly like a real village.”

      “I can see that.” Annie looked up at him. “You like working here, don’t you?”

      “I do. It has blessed my life more than I could ever have imagined.”

      “What does your dad think about it?”

      “His church supports it.”

      “I didn’t ask about his church. I asked about him.”

      Annie’s tendency not to hide what she was thinking had been evident from the minute they’d met again. She knew about the disagreements between father and son, and she wasn’t going to let Ian slip by with a half answer.

      “He’s glad I’m doing productive work.”

      “Somehow I sense a but in your statement.”

      “Okay, you got me there.” Ian marveled that Annie could still read the nuances in his words. “Dad thinks I could’ve made better use of my law degree.”

      “So he doesn’t like you working here?”

      “I didn’t say that. He supports my work here, but sometimes СКАЧАТЬ