Page 106 of Wish You Faith

“We didn’t leave Savannah until two in the morning for the five-hour flight. By then my sleep was so broken that I couldn’t sleep much.”

“Did you have a good nap while I was at the meeting?” Evan caressed the back of Rosie’s hand.

“This couch is very comfortable. I fell asleep shortly after you left—while I was praying for you.”

Rosie was honest, and unabashedly so. Evan liked that character trait of hers. What was there to hide, after all? God already knew everything.

“That means you slept a good three hours.” Evan pointed to his watch. “It’s lunch time.”

“Already?” Rosie sat up. Touched her hair, loose around her shoulders. “Is my hair messy?”

“No, it’s fine. What would you like to eat for lunch?”

“Where do you usually go?”

“There’s a cafeteria downstairs that’s available for workers in this office complex.”

“Let’s go there then.”

“You’re so practical.” Evan pointed to the window. “It’s not raining outside. I was thinking that we could go to Pike Place and have lunch while looking at the harbor.”

“How much time do you have?”

“I’ve collected so much overtime that it matters not if I take two hours for lunch or take the entire afternoon off.”

“I hear you. Same for me with overtime hours.” Rosie rubbed his arm. “You’ve worked hard. Let’s do what you want to do—as long as we don’t break company rules.”

“Pike Place is not too far. We can easily walk there in ten minutes.”

“Oh good. I wore my walking shoes.” Rosie pointed to the rug where her shoes were, between the sofa and the coffee table.

She sure had a funny way of describing things.

Evan smiled. “You came prepared.”

“I thought I’d have to park somewhere and walk to your office, but your mom’s driver dropped me off.”

“Nice of her.”

Rosie put on her shoes. “I need to run to the ladies’ room first. Give me a few minutes.”

“Take your time. We’ll leave whenever you’re ready.” Evan went back to his desk. “Just ask any of the ladies outside and they can tell you where the restroom is.”

“You mean I can’t ask a gentleman?” Rosie teased.

“Ask whoever. I don’t care.” Yes, he cared. He surprised himself by being jealous of who Rosie talked to, but he tried to contain it.

Rosie was his fiancée. He’d already won her over.

However, they weren’t married yet. Until then, could Rosie change her mind if she had a better offer?

What better offer?

Evan chided himself for the imaginary nonsense that spewed into his thoughts. Maybe the lack of sleep was doing a number on his thought process. If he were jealous of the men that Rosie talked to, then he’d be driving himself to the ground because Rosie talked to many customers at the tree farm and to employees at Christmastown. Oh, and also people at church.

When Rosie returned, she had tied up her hair in a bun. Her face looked fresh, as though she had just washed it.

She picked up her crossbody purse, still on the sofa. “I’m ready.”

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