Page 158 of Sing with Me

The encouraging message conveyed made him feel like he could conquer anything.

Even this episode with Elisa—no matter her condition when they returned her to him.

“I would like to spend more time with you,” Diehl said, even though he wasn’t sure how yet.

His work would take him back to Atlanta soon. Either he had to relocate his office from Atlanta to St. Simon’s Island, or Skye would have to move to Atlanta to be with him.

“God owns time,” Skye said. “He will work it out.”

She read my mind.Either that or she had been thinking about their situation.

“Keep me posted about Elisa,” Skye said.

“I will.”

The phone call ended without a commitment.

“Go after her or you will lose her,” Mom said.

Yep, she had been listening—albeit only to Diehl’s side of the phone conversation.

“Girls like that won’t stay single long.” Mom pulled up her blanket over her shoulders. “She’s sweet, kind, always helpful. Doesn’t smoke, never cusses. One in a million.”

Kind.

That word again.

Diehl remembered telling Skye on Monday night that she had a kind heart. A kind heart like hers could be fragile. He didn’t want to do anything that could hurt her in any way.

Lord, let me be the best man for her.

And he meant it.

“No criminal record—except for a couple of speeding tickets out of Jekyll—”

“Mom!” Diehl was appalled. “You didn’t do a background check, did you?”

Mom shook her head, all innocent-like. “Not me. Uh, not directly.”

“Malik?” Diehl said it loudly enough for Malik to hear.

“I just do what I’m told.” Malik grinned.

Mom wasn’t done. “She’s single, never been married, of child-bearing age—”

“We’re not in the fifties anymore, Mom.”

“Between Skye’s the Limit and Saffron on Jekyll, she has a personal worth of nine million.”

“What?” Diehl perked up and then scolded himself for doing so. They had invaded Skye’s privacy.

“I know, right. So I asked myself how she could be worth that much running a personal chef business and being only a part-owner of a restaurant?” Mom inspected her manicured nails. They were a bright red.

“Mom. That’s prying.”

“Don’t you want to know?”

“No.”Yes.

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