Page 77 of Wish You Faith

“We’ll wait and see,” Rosie said to Mom.

She selected a towel and a new bar of soap from the linen closet outside the guest bedroom. She had made the bed eight days ago when they moved in because she thought Dottie was coming to visit Mom for a few days. Unfortunately, Dottie caught a cold and didn’t want to leave her house. So the guest room would now be ready for Evan instead.

As Rosie put the towel on the towel bar in the bathroom, she heard someone walk in. She felt like she shouldn’t be here alone—even though Mom was in the kitchen within hearing range if the door was open.

“You in there, Rosie?” Evan asked.

Rosie walked out. “Your towel is on the bar and the soap is on the vanity.”

“Thank you.” Evan held her hands. “Is there a time we can talk?”

“Sure. After breakfast and presents.” Rosie smiled. “But first, you need to get some sleep.”

“I will after I shower.”

“There’s a hair dryer in the cabinet under the sink.” Rosie let go of his hands. “I need to help Mom make breakfast. Do you want us to wake you up for lunch?”

“When is lunch?”

“What time is it?” She lifted Evan’s wrist to check his watch. It was 9:25 a.m.

“If we eat breakfast now, we might not be hungry until at least one or two o’clock.”

“I’ll sleep until then.”

“Or whenever. Don’t worry.”

Evan brushed his nose against her face and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. “See you at lunch.”

Rosie nodded and left the bedroom, closing the door on her way out.

Breakfast came and went, and then lunch came and went. Evan didn’t emerge from the bedroom until three o’clock in the afternoon.

By then, Mom was taking a nap, and Rosie was reading the news on her iPad as she sat on the sofa in the living room.

Evan ambled past the kitchen, his hair all tousled. He was wearing a pair of gray track pants and a fleece sweater. No socks.

“Looks like I overslept,” Evan said.

“You traveled a lot. Your body needs rest.” Rosie put down her iPad on the coffee table. “Are you hungry? I can heat up lunch for you. We ate ham.”

“I can make my own ham sandwich.”

“Ham and slider buns are in the fridge.” Rosie opened the refrigerator door to take out the sliders and bone-in ham. “If you want salad on the side, I can make you some.”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll be okay with just the ham sandwiches. I can have salad for dinner.” Evan washed his hands at the sink.

“You can stay and chat with me.” Evan dried his hands on a hand towel that Rosie handed to him.

“Sure. What do you want to talk about?” She almost forgot about the big news. “I guess you can tell me more about the project to move you from Seattle to Savannah.”

“I’ve been trying to convince the parent company—literally my parents—to open a Savannah branch and put me in charge of it.” Evan found a knife to cut slices of ham off the bone. “Mom was resistant at first because she didn’t want to split the company into two. However, I’ve explained that this was a new branch that I can start from scratch with new hires.”

“What kind of new hires?”

“It will be a small replica of the headquarters. I would still need to fly to Seattle every quarter for corporate meetings, but I don’t have to live there.” Evan leaned down and pecked Rosie on the cheek. “I can be with you. What do you think of that?”

“Have you prayed about it?”

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