inside and will be able to see him first.”
When D’Cerner walked inside, there, standing in the lobby, was the nice looking gentleman she had seen in the parking lot. But he wasn’t just nice looking. He was well over six feet tall, with a slim well-kept body, graying hair at his temples and a smile that could make chocolate bubble over. But it was his eyes that got her attention and they were almost hypnotic in their drawing power. She was so transfixed with his looks she almost didn’t notice how close he was as he approached her.
“Sister Everett,” he said, extending his hand, “Calord Recinoire.”
“So it was you! I thought I had a chance to get in first to spy on you” She offered her hand.
“I usually arrive at destinations early. I don’t like surprises.”
“So you’ve said. Do you have a table for us, too?”
“Not yet.” He smiled. “I was waiting for you to come inside the restaurant.”
Cal signalled a hostess, indicating they were ready to be seated and took his time, quenching his thirst in her elegant beauty. No makeup, simple gold earrings—she looked like a perfectly wrapped gift. When Brandon had said she was attractive, it was an understatement. Long thick lashes fringed her wide-set brown eyes and her full, dark eyebrows were arched into perfect semi-half moons, complementing the shape of her face. She had a cute little button nose and a very inviting mouth, with full lips and small white teeth. If he had not already known D’Cerner was forty-four, he never would have guessed it. She could pass for twenty-something any day of the week. She was so petite a strong wind could have carried her to faraway places. It was no wonder she’d had so many marriage proposals. Who wouldn’t want her for a wife? He smiled at the ponytail and wondered if that’s what did it. Or was it her attempt to appear relaxed? Whatever it was, from her creamy complexion right down to her cute little feet, seeing her made it all worthwhile. When they got to their table, the waiter stood behind a chair, waiting to assist her, but Cal dismissed him and pulled out the chair himself.
“A gentleman, too.” D’Cerner thought. “Wow! All this and a man of God.” Thanks Daddy. Aloud, she said, “Thank you” to Cal.
“What would you like?”
“A salad would be fine.” But what she really wanted to say, was “you.”
“Good choice, what kind? They make a terrific antipasto.”
“I think I’ll have the grilled chicken salad,” D’Cerner said looking at the menu. “I really need to watch foods high in cholesterol.”
“Is there a problem?”
“Not yet, but there could be. I’m not very good at watching what I eat. I enjoy food too much to pay attention.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“Coffee.”
After giving the waiter, who re-appeared, their order, Cal looked at D’Cerner, pondering what he should say. He knew she wanted to discuss what they heard, but after talking to his pastor a few days ago, he wasn’t sure this was the right time. After seeing her, he wasn’t sure it wasn’t. He was confused. His flesh started rising as he thought how she would feel in closer proximity. Suddenly, he knew was in trouble. The temptation was too great.
“Cal,” D’Cerner interrupted his thoughts. “Are you ready to talk?”
“No, but I am ready to listen.”
“Listen? To what?”
“To whatever you want to say.”
“Cal, that was not the agreement,” D’Cerner immediately sensing that something had changed.
The waiter placed their coffee in front of them.
“How many sugars do you take?” Cal asked.
“Two and one cream.”
“Did you get a chance to hear my pastor’s broadcast today?”
“No, I didn’t.” D’Cerner spoke slowly as she realized they were not going to get anywhere with the current trend of thoughts. She decided that she might as well just enjoy the lunch.
“Well, she
When D’Cerner walked inside, there, standing in the lobby, was the nice looking gentleman she had seen in the parking lot. But he wasn’t just nice looking. He was well over six feet tall, with a slim well-kept body, graying hair at his temples and a smile that could make chocolate bubble over. But it was his eyes that got her attention and they were almost hypnotic in their drawing power. She was so transfixed with his looks she almost didn’t notice how close he was as he approached her.
“Sister Everett,” he said, extending his hand, “Calord Recinoire.”
“So it was you! I thought I had a chance to get in first to spy on you” She offered her hand.
“I usually arrive at destinations early. I don’t like surprises.”
“So you’ve said. Do you have a table for us, too?”
“Not yet.” He smiled. “I was waiting for you to come inside the restaurant.”
Cal signalled a hostess, indicating they were ready to be seated and took his time, quenching his thirst in her elegant beauty. No makeup, simple gold earrings—she looked like a perfectly wrapped gift. When Brandon had said she was attractive, it was an understatement. Long thick lashes fringed her wide-set brown eyes and her full, dark eyebrows were arched into perfect semi-half moons, complementing the shape of her face. She had a cute little button nose and a very inviting mouth, with full lips and small white teeth. If he had not already known D’Cerner was forty-four, he never would have guessed it. She could pass for twenty-something any day of the week. She was so petite a strong wind could have carried her to faraway places. It was no wonder she’d had so many marriage proposals. Who wouldn’t want her for a wife? He smiled at the ponytail and wondered if that’s what did it. Or was it her attempt to appear relaxed? Whatever it was, from her creamy complexion right down to her cute little feet, seeing her made it all worthwhile. When they got to their table, the waiter stood behind a chair, waiting to assist her, but Cal dismissed him and pulled out the chair himself.
“A gentleman, too.” D’Cerner thought. “Wow! All this and a man of God.” Thanks Daddy. Aloud, she said, “Thank you” to Cal.
“What would you like?”
“A salad would be fine.” But what she really wanted to say, was “you.”
“Good choice, what kind? They make a terrific antipasto.”
“I think I’ll have the grilled chicken salad,” D’Cerner said looking at the menu. “I really need to watch foods high in cholesterol.”
“Is there a problem?”
“Not yet, but there could be. I’m not very good at watching what I eat. I enjoy food too much to pay attention.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“Coffee.”
After giving the waiter, who re-appeared, their order, Cal looked at D’Cerner, pondering what he should say. He knew she wanted to discuss what they heard, but after talking to his pastor a few days ago, he wasn’t sure this was the right time. After seeing her, he wasn’t sure it wasn’t. He was confused. His flesh started rising as he thought how she would feel in closer proximity. Suddenly, he knew was in trouble. The temptation was too great.
“Cal,” D’Cerner interrupted his thoughts. “Are you ready to talk?”
“No, but I am ready to listen.”
“Listen? To what?”
“To whatever you want to say.”
“Cal, that was not the agreement,” D’Cerner immediately sensing that something had changed.
The waiter placed their coffee in front of them.
“How many sugars do you take?” Cal asked.
“Two and one cream.”
“Did you get a chance to hear my pastor’s broadcast today?”
“No, I didn’t.” D’Cerner spoke slowly as she realized they were not going to get anywhere with the current trend of thoughts. She decided that she might as well just enjoy the lunch.
“Well, she
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