wanted to storm into that house and show him the size of my angry black woman hat, but then…” she gulped. “My heart. My heart’s involved. I just didn’t have the guts to…” She put her head into her hands. “I hate that I have feelings for him because it affected my standing up for who I am.”
Sari moved to slide next to her and huddled her close. “You can’t help who you have feelings for, Annie.”
Annie nodded, “Yes—yes, you can. You have a choice about who you love.”
“No you don’t,” Sari disagreed. “You don’t decide who makes you heart curl like an armadillo. The only decision you make is a commitment to that love. God loves us. We didn’t ask for it. We can’t change it. But, we can decide whether or not to accept His love.”
“Right now, if I could stop my heart from feeling what it’s feeling I would.” Sari’s words came back to her. She digressed, “Only someone in Florida would use an armadillo as a metaphor.”
Sari cracked up. “Whatever. I was trying to be poetic but you get the point. Annie, what if he’s the one God has for you?”
“Then God has a cruel sense of humor. I can’t see God putting me together with a bigot.”
“True. But I can see God using you to teach Saul a lesson in love. God loved Saul enough to spare his life from an accident that killed two other people—his son-in-law and the truck driver. From the police report, we know that Saul had put himself in harm’s way. God shielded him for a reason—two actually.
God wants Saul for a purpose and you’re the person He’s going to use to lead him to it. Two, God knows you needed a man. Girl, all you do is work. Is there any surprise that the good Lord had to deposit the man right under your nose for you to notice him?”
Annie slapped her friend’s arm unable to stifle her laugh. “You’re wrong for that and I’m sure Macy would not agree. I don’t have time for a social life. I’m working towards buying my home.”
“Well, if you hadn’t run off, you wouldn’t need to buy a home or anything else,” Sari said.
Annie shook her head. “You seem to forget his girlfriend. I keep having to mention her.”
“I haven’t forgotten her,” her friend stated. “But you should know that unless there’s a ring, it don’t mean a thing.”
“How could I forget?” Annie thought she had been Cornell Adam’s true love but a week after she’d broken things off with him; he placed a huge rock on another woman’s finger.
A thought occurred to her. “Do you think Cassandra will tell him?” Annie was hopeful. If his daughter told him then she wouldn’t have that task.
“Who knows? Although I think he and Cassandra have way too much to talk about besides you. That’s what I think.”
Annie shook her head. She shifted the subject. “Will you pray with me?”
Sari’s demeanor changed. She took Annie’s hands in hers and bowed her head. “Lord, speak to both Annie and Saul. I know You’ve brought them together. Reveal Your divine purpose and plan for them. Lord, make the path clear. Lead and guide them into Your perfect will. I pray this prayer, in Jesus’ name. Amen.”
Annie smiled, comforted. Prayer had a way of doing that for her.
***
If he were a praying man, he’d be on his knees now. It had been one month since Annie’s departure and though he still wore the cast, his leg was healing nicely. During a consult, Dr. Pryor had told him that he might have a slight limp. However, Saul wasn’t worried. He’d been fit before the accident so that worked in his favor with his recovery.
He didn’t want to admit it, but Corey was an excellent therapist. He just wasn’t Annie.
Speaking of Annie. She filled his thoughts. Whenever he went in for rehab, Saul hoped to hear her voice but she’d made herself scarce. Somehow, he knew that had been on purpose, and it hurt.
Saul heard the doorbell and made his way towards the door. He heard Emily’s voice outside
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