Rancher For The Holidays. Myra Johnson

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СКАЧАТЬ She tried again. “How about it, Ben?”

      He turned slowly, a resigned look flattening his expression. He reached for his soda can and drained the last few drops, then tossed it into a nearby garbage bin. “Whatcha need?”

      “If you’ll sort through the crates with us, we can finish a lot faster.”

      “Where shall I start?”

      “Just pick a box. As we check things off, you can stack it on the other side of the room.”

      Ernie kept up a friendly chatter as they worked, but Marley couldn’t help noticing Ben’s silence. Was he that sorry the Whitlows had talked him into helping with the outreach team? She certainly didn’t need a reluctant volunteer.

      Nearing the end of her checklist, she stretched her tired back muscles. “That’s pretty much everything. Ben, if you need to get out of here, Ernie and I can wrap this up.”

      Ben closed the flaps on the cardboard box he’d just set aside. “If you’re sure...”

      “No prob. We’re almost done.” Marley offered an agreeable smile to cover the disappointment churning through her.

      “Okay, then.” Pulling a key ring from his pocket, Ben edged toward the door. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

      Marley cast him a blank look. “Tomorrow?”

      “The anniversary portrait. At my aunt and uncle’s place.”

      With an embarrassed chuckle, Marley slapped her forehead. “Too much on my mind lately. I think I told Jane I’d be there around two o’clock.”

      “They’re looking forward to it.” Ben straightened his baseball cap. “Okay, then,” he repeated. “See you tomorrow.”

      “See you.” Marley’s lungs deflated as Ben disappeared down the corridor.

      Turning back to Ernie, she gave her checklist a final glance. “Looks like we’re all set. Thanks for coming over this morning. Everyone else must be busy with family stuff.”

      Ernie brushed at some dust on his pant leg. “Nice that Ben could lend a hand.”

      Marley couldn’t miss the unspoken question in his tone. “Don’t get any ideas. He’s just a new friend.”

      “Who’d like to be more, unless my radar’s way out of whack.”

      With an exasperated sigh, Marley dug her fists into her hips. “Ben’s between jobs. He isn’t interested in anything except filling time until someone hires him again.”

      “Coulda fooled me. I saw the way he looks at you.”

      Marley shut off the lights and stepped into the corridor. “You’re imagining things. And by the way, what did you say to him while I was out of the room earlier?”

      “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ernie pulled the classroom door shut behind them and made sure it was locked. “We should leave a note for Pastor Chris. He’ll be glad to know we have most of the supplies accounted for.”

      “No hurry. He and Natalie went to visit her parents this weekend. Won’t be back until Tuesday.” Halting in front of the exit doors, Marley confronted Ernie. “And you’re changing the subject.”

      Ernie shot her a butter-couldn’t-melt-in-his-mouth grin. “Forgot there’ll be a substitute pastor preaching tomorrow. Always nice to have Reverend Hinkhouse back in the pulpit.”

      “Er-r-r-nie.” Marley’s eyes became slits.

      His shoulders slumped. “I told your city-slicker boyfriend he’d better not hurt you, or he’d answer to me and the entire congregation.”

      Chagrin knifed through Marley’s abdomen. “Oh, Ernie, you didn’t!”

      Ernie’s shoulders drooped. “You’re like family, Marley, and the plain truth is I don’t trust this guy. He’s a rich out-of-towner with time on his hands, and that’s the worst kind.”

      “You sound awfully judgmental for a Christian. Give Ben a break.” Marley pushed through the doors and marched toward her Civic. She could only wonder how Ernie and the rest of the congregation would react if they ever got wind of her troubled past.

      “Marley, wait up.” Ernie jogged past her and skidded to a stop next to her car door. Frowning, he pawed the back of his neck. “I can see you like the guy. And you’re right, it’s not my place to pass judgment, especially since I just met him. But you hardly know him, either. Don’t you think you should be a little bit careful?”

      “Take my word for it, you have nothing to be worried about.” Marley shook her head as she dug through her purse for her car keys. “Anyway, Ben is Steve and Jane Whitlow’s nephew. I’m sure they’ll vouch for his good character.”

      Ernie flinched. “The Whitlows? Why didn’t you say so?”

      “Why should I have to?” Marley reached past Ernie for the door handle. “Admit it, you had Ben pigeonholed the minute you laid eyes on his Mustang. You never even gave him a chance.”

      “Okay, I didn’t give him a fair shake. I apologize.” Both hands lifted, Ernie backed away. “But do you really think he’s gonna be much help with our outreach committee? I got a really strong vibe that he hasn’t spent much time in church lately.”

      Marley pulled open the car door and tossed her things inside before pivoting to face Ernie. “Again, you are prejudging. And even if you’re right about Ben, people can change. People can learn from their mistakes, repent and become better human beings. Isn’t that why Jesus died for us?”

      Ernie’s lips quirked in a curious grin. “Maybe they should have asked you to fill in for Chris tomorrow, Pastor Sanders.” Heaving a resigned sigh, he lowered his head. “And I totally get your point. Sorry for jumping to conclusions about Ben.”

      “I’m sorry, too.” Marley grimaced. “Stepping off my soapbox now.”

      Turning toward his pickup, Ernie paused and snapped his fingers. “Almost forgot. Angela told me to invite you over for burgers tonight.”

      Relieved the tension had eased between them, Marley smiled her thanks. “Sounds great. I’ll call Angela later and ask what I can bring.”

      They said their goodbyes, and Marley climbed into the Civic. With the air-conditioning cranked up, she drove toward her apartment, intending to freshen up and then open the studio. Weekends usually brought more shoppers to the arts district, and with the rent increase looming, she couldn’t afford to miss out on any potential customers.

      By the time she pulled into the parking space outside her apartment, she’d replayed her conversation with Ernie several times. People can learn from their mistakes, repent and become better human beings. Good grief, could she sound any more preachy? Not that she didn’t believe every word she’d spoken, but it had less to do with Ben than with herself. She had repented after her juvenile delinquent past and become a better person, hadn’t she? Candelaria was her atonement, her way of doing something good for others to make up for all the stupid, hurtful, СКАЧАТЬ