Page 168 of Sing with Me

Diehl looked at the screen, as if studying it. “Don’t you want me back on St. Simon’s Island?”

Of course, but…

Skye drew a deep breath. “I want God’s perfect will to be done.”

“What do you think is God’s perfect will for us?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m going to ask God to show us. Let’s pray.” Diehl closed his eyes and bowed his head.

It took Skye off guard.

“Dear Lord Jesus, we come before you at the crossroads of our lives. If we go this way, Skye and I will be separated. If we go that way, we would be together. Show us which road to take. In Your Holy Name, I pray. Amen.”

“Amen.” Skye was impressed. “If you go to Midtown, be sure to get into a good Sunday School.”

“I’ll miss our Sunday School class, though.” Diehl sat back in his office chair. “And I’ll miss you.”

“You have to do what is best for your kids,” Skye said.

“They can attend school on St. Simon’s. Enrollment is ongoing at Seaside Academy. School starts the second week of August.”

“You checked.”

“Yes, I did. I have to weigh the pros and cons.” Diehl leaned forward. “My problem is that our family business is stretched too thin across several industries. Either we consolidate departments or we sell part of the company. I don’t know what else we could do. There’s no way for Dad to manage two-thirds of it if I move to St. Simon’s. I don’t want him to get another stroke.”

“That would be bad.”

“Have you considered expanding Skye’s the Limit to Atlanta?” Diehl asked suddenly.

Skye remembered her discussions with Sebastian. “My brother is opening new branches in metro Atlanta for Sage Café. He tells me that it’s hard work and he’s busy all the time. In a big city, the competition is tough.”

“I’m sure you can handle it.”

“It’s a challenge, for sure, but I can only do so much. I suppose I can hire more chefs, but the cost of operating a business in Atlanta is higher than on St. Simon’s. Also I love the atmosphere of a small beach town.”

“I do too. If I could work there, I would in a heartbeat.”

If. “We’re talking about hypotheticals here, Diehl. We got to know each other on your sabbatical—almost vacation—and now the reality is setting in that we must each go home when summer is over.”

“What are you saying, Skye?”

“I’m saying summer is not over. Let’s do what we need to do, and let God lead us where we need to go.”

Diehl nodded. “I pray that God will lead me back to you. Would you like that?”

“Very much.” Skye wasn’t sure if she said it too quickly. She did not want to give Diehl the idea that the floodgates were open now that he was a Christian. At the same time, she had found herself falling in love with this man who used to come across to her as cold and uncaring—from a distance. Now that she had gotten to know him, he wasn’t like what he had portrayed at all.

So yes, she would like God to lead him back to her again.

“That’s what I want to hear.” Diehl expelled a breath. “Have I asked you about your food festival?”

“No.” In a way, Skye was hoping he wouldn’t ask. He might find out that Jared Urquhart had shown up today in Miami Beach, having dropped in to see how his business partner was doing at the food festival.

“Selfish me.”

“You had a lot on your mind.” Skye couldn’t blame him. Precisely why she hadn’t mentioned Jared. She’d handle him without involving Diehl.

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