Nothing Sacred. Tara Quinn Taylor

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СКАЧАТЬ hoping for an excuse to spend a little more time with her. With luck, they might’ve been able to become friends. He might even have been able to offer her some guidance, or at least reassurance. Whatever instincts prompted him in his work prompted him strongly where she was concerned. The woman was asking too much of herself. Expecting too much.

      And helping people was how he filled his calendar.

      “You’re very good at what you do,” he said as the last of the students left and she led him to her small office off to one side of the surprisingly modern studio.

      She shrugged, her shoulders slim and feminine in the white oxford blouse she had tucked into a pair of black cotton slacks. “I’ve got great kids working for me,” she replied easily. “Enthusiastic, smart, eager to learn. They love what they do.”

      “So do you.”

      She turned, met his gaze for a brief second longer than the last time he’d been able to catch her attention. “Yeah, I do.” Then she added, “You do, too, don’t you?”

      “More than I’d ever imagined.”

      It was the truth. His job had given him a life. One that was solid and meaningful.

      “Well…” she dropped a clipboard on the desk, then faced him, her arms crossed. “It’s been good working with you, Pastor.”

      “David.”

      She looked down, her short, flyaway hair tempting him to forget that the part of him that might think running his fingers through a woman’s hair was long since dead and buried.

      “I prefer Pastor,” she finally said quietly.

      “Ellen’s come to see me a couple of times.” He hadn’t been planning to tell her.

      “She has?” He wasn’t sure which was more dominant in the expression she turned on him, her surprise or her concern.

      He nodded. “She just needed someone to talk to.”

      “She’s always talked to me!”

      “She didn’t want to hurt you.”

      The light of understanding entered her eyes at about the same moment her features settled into despondency. “She’s upset about Todd. The new baby.”

      “And you. She doesn’t understand why a woman as loving and giving and wonderful as you should be hurt so much.”

      “I got over Todd Moore years ago.” Her eyes might have moistened slightly, but it was the trembling of her chin that told David how much she was holding back.

      “Did you?” He didn’t think so.

      “Yes. Of course. Kind of hard for a woman to pine for a man who’d leave her with four children to raise while he ran off to be a kid himself.”

      “So why are you squeezing the heck out of your arms? What emotion are you hiding?” he asked, glancing pointedly toward hands that had been lying slack only seconds before.

      “You’re very observant.”

      “You’re avoiding the question.”

      With a small grin, she peered back at him.

      Given time, he hoped to reach this woman.

      Maybe even help bring some peace to her life.

      “It’s just good to hear that my kid thinks so highly of me,” she said. “I worry how unfair all of this has been to Ellen. She’s taken on a lot with the younger kids, especially since she got her driver’s license.”

      “Life isn’t fair.” It was one of the first lessons he’d had to learn.

      Martha frowned. “That’s an odd thing for a preacher to say.”

      “Why?” he asked, serious and intent. “It’s the truth.” She turned her head, not looking at him. He was losing her. “Besides,” he added with a grin, “you already know I’m odd. You told me so. A couple of weeks ago. In my own chapel. It’s one of those moments that stand out.”

      She smiled and he breathed a little easier. “Give it up, Preacher,” she said lightly. “You aren’t going to send me on a guilt trip over that one.”

      She had him all wrong. Sending her on a guilt trip was the last thing on his agenda.

      But it probably wasn’t a bad idea to keep her guessing. At least he had her attention.

      Now he just had to find a reason for them to spend more time together.

      ELLEN WASN’T HAVING the best day. Thursday night, less than a week after the most perfect Valentine’s Day she’d ever imagined, she’d gone and fought with Aaron over something stupid. He’d agreed to partner with Karen Anderson for his biology project, and Ellen had been furious—even though she knew that Karen had won first prize in a state college science competition the year before and was the perfect partner for a young man who hoped to graduate summa cum laude. Never mind that she—Ellen, his girlfriend—had equally high marks. However, she was majoring in English, not sciences.

      Clocking out in the back room at Wal-Mart, she grabbed her sweater and purse from her locker, said goodbye to the mentally challenged man who did nighttime janitorial work, and hurried out to her car, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The customers had been unusually cantankerous that evening and she didn’t feel like talking.

      Aaron had accused her of not trusting him. And she didn’t blame him. She’d overreacted.

      And she did trust him. It was just men in general that she had trouble believing in. She hadn’t told him about her father’s last phone call—the new baby on the way. Nor about the nights following that call when she’d heard her mother crying in her room after she thought they were all asleep. Ellen hadn’t known what to do, what she could possibly say that could ease her mother’s pain. In the end, she’d cried, too.

      Sometimes life sucked.

      Her car wouldn’t start. Ellen turned the key a third time, pumping the gas pedal, but nothing happened. And she knew why. She’d just used the last of her gas to flood the tank. The gauge had been on Empty when she’d driven to work, but she’d been running late—because of fighting with Aaron—and had decided to fuel up on the way home.

      She should’ve done it after she left college that afternoon, before picking up her sisters and brother from school. There was a station right around the corner from the university.

      Head on the steering wheel, she promised herself she wouldn’t cry. She’d never run out of gas before. Wasn’t sure what she should do.

      Except not call her mother. There was no way she was going to add more problems to her mom’s already overflowing plate. The gas station was too far to walk. And she couldn’t call Aaron. Not after she’d stomped off the way she had.

      This was her problem. She’d gotten herself into it. She’d get herself out of it.

      Filled with resolve, feeling better, stronger, more in control, she СКАЧАТЬ