“And her husband,” Dan added, winking at her.
She blushed, and Linc laughed. “Yeah. I’m all for people who can do some of that heavy lifting, especially if it means my wife can pay attention to her husband.”
Jackie rolled her eyes. “He’s so needy.”
“Men.” Sarah snickered.
“Look, we can’t help it if we’re merely men,” Linc said. “That’s why God knew we needed amazing women like you in our lives.”
“He’s slick,” Sarah said to Jackie.
“I sometimes wonder if he quotes lines from his movies at me.”
“Babe, no. Everything I say to you I mean. And I genuinely mean that.”
Dan chuckled. “I sometimes used to wonder when I heard Sarah sing if I was the one she was describing as amazing and strong. Then I realized she was singing to God.”
Linc laughed. “Yeah, that’s a little hard to live up to.”
Sarah glanced at him. “Are you saying you want me to write you a love song?”
“At the risk of sounding as needy as Linc there, I’m just gonna say that other music stars have done that, even worship leaders. So if you feel the need to write a song about me, then I’m okay with that.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
Sarah’s smile tweaked higher, holding peace. It was good to see.
The evening had been good, the company relaxed. Lincoln had a small window of time away from his filming schedule in the city, which allowed for this brief catch up before Dan’s training ramped up before preseason. He had a few more charity events to attend, and his and Sarah’s schedules were looking busier next month. But not as busy as when Sarah would fly to Sydney to begin her tour.
She’d mentioned earlier that she’d need to leave a few more days earlier than anticipated for rehearsals. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before, but apparently they actually want me there to help manage the stagecraft.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay to do so?”
“I’ll be staying with Mum and Dad, so it’ll be fine.”
He knew Lindy and James were vigilant about their daughter’s health, but it wasn’t the same as Dan himself being there, keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn’t push herself too much.
“I’m really glad that you could both come over because there’s something that we’ve been thinking about.” Jackie glanced at Lincoln who dipped his chin.
“See, when we had that soirée here a few weeks ago,” she looked at Sarah, “I remember we were talking about the Muskoka Ferns Lodge—”
Dan stilled.
“—and Anna’s family friends who need to sell it. And, correct me if I’m wrong, but Sarah, I just felt like you had this sense that something needed to be done about it.”
Whoa. That was a conversation that had slipped to the backburner of his mind. Dan peeked at Sarah who nodded. “I did. And Dan and I have talked about it, but haven’t really investigated anything.”
“Do you mind if I ask what you’ve talked about?”
Sarah glanced at him and gestured for him to speak.
He shifted in his seat. “I’ve been running a Christian wilderness camp for city teenagers for nearly ten years now. I love it, but my body says I can’t keep doing it the same way, so when Sarah mentioned that the lodge used to be a campsite I was interested. But I haven’t chased it up at all.”
Jackie nodded. “See, when Anna mentioned that it was for sale, I immediately thought of all those poor people who had been trucked back to the city, unable to live there anymore.”
“I thought that too,” Sarah admitted.
“And I wondered if there was something we could do about it—”