save the world, Sara. Just focus on making money with your business.” He shrugged and motioned with his cup to Rob. “I wouldn’t say he’s great, but he has potential.” Beau sipped some more out of the cup. “Does he know he’s being measured against a soon-to-be returning missionary?”
“It’s not like that.” She kept watching Rob.
“Hmm. No, it doesn’t ever seem to be like that with you.”
Sara turned all of her attention on Beau. “What’s your deal?”
Beau leaned forward. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Sara shook her head in frustration. “Why do you insist on being everywhere and driving me crazy? And, just so you know, if you expect me to be all ‘Oh, Mr. Hennings you are amazing and blah-blah’ well, don’t hold your breath. And what have you got against helping people? I can help people and make money.”
Beau raised his eyebrows . “Once again,” he said turning to glance at Rob for a second. “Another guy that you’d never seriously consider. This is the type of guy you’ve been dating for two years.” His voice was low but intense. “Safe—but not five-year plan material. Kind of like Carey.”
Sara laughed and glared at him, hating that he could get under her skin so easily. “Why do you care?”
Beau put his head to the side and raised his eyebrows. “Actually, I don’t.”
“I’m not dating him. In fact,” she said, putting her chin in the air, “I’m doing missionary work.”
“ Hmm.”
Sara looked back to Rob’s band, watching Rob bang his head with the music.
Beau followed her gaze.
“He’s coming to church with me this Sunday, as a matter-of-fact. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Awesome, good work. ” He rolled his eyes and raised his cup to her.
Sara turned to respond, and Rob walked up.
“ Sara.” His eyes lit up. “Professor Hennings.” He nodded to Beau.
Beau put his hand up. “No, please. Beau is fine.”
Rob looked between them.
“I’m not with him.” Sara put her hands up like she’d been caught stealing.
Rob shifted uncomfortably. “Uhh—”
Beau ignored her. “You guys are good.”
Rob nodded his head and had a big, goofy smile. “Dude, I don’t mind saying that we are on tonight.”
“Y eah. You guys are good.” Sara tried one of her most ‘I’m a good missionary’ smiles for him.
Beau turned to Rob. “I liked the change to B-flat during the second verse.”
“You noticed that? I thought it was awesome when Stew first did it. He’s the main guitarist, and he is like out of this world kinda good. And, the drummer is Ed, he’s the one with the goatee. I can drum, but . . .” He pointed to himself in explanation. “I’m a singer.” A drum beat came from the stage. Rob looked to the stage and then back to them. “Did Linda say anything about coming?” Rob looked at Sara.
Sara was surprised at his question. “No.” She was also slightly relieved. “But I’ll tell her how awesome you guys are when you come to church with me.”
Rob smiled and Sara thought that he was definitely too shy for the stage name Duke.
“ Hey, maybe you guys can come to our gig at the Cowboy next Friday?”
Sara hesitated, realizing that the Cowboy was a bar.
Beau smiled at Rob. “Sure, we’ll be there.”
He looked between them and shrugged, turning back to his band.
“Great. Uh, see ya in class.”
“Nice kid.” Beau finished off his drink and stood.
Sara tried to control her anger. “Why did you say that we’d go? It’s in a bar? And you don’t get to speak for me.”
Beau looked patronizingly at her. “Sara, sometimes missionary work is hard.”
Sara gripped the edge of the table and worked on her next insult.
A large, older man wearing an apron stopped beside Beau. The man patted Beau’s back. “Enjoy the hot chocolate? It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to make you a cup.”
Beau smiled up at him. “It’s the best. Thanks, Lou.”
The man blinked.
“It’s not like that.” She kept watching Rob.
“Hmm. No, it doesn’t ever seem to be like that with you.”
Sara turned all of her attention on Beau. “What’s your deal?”
Beau leaned forward. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Sara shook her head in frustration. “Why do you insist on being everywhere and driving me crazy? And, just so you know, if you expect me to be all ‘Oh, Mr. Hennings you are amazing and blah-blah’ well, don’t hold your breath. And what have you got against helping people? I can help people and make money.”
Beau raised his eyebrows . “Once again,” he said turning to glance at Rob for a second. “Another guy that you’d never seriously consider. This is the type of guy you’ve been dating for two years.” His voice was low but intense. “Safe—but not five-year plan material. Kind of like Carey.”
Sara laughed and glared at him, hating that he could get under her skin so easily. “Why do you care?”
Beau put his head to the side and raised his eyebrows. “Actually, I don’t.”
“I’m not dating him. In fact,” she said, putting her chin in the air, “I’m doing missionary work.”
“ Hmm.”
Sara looked back to Rob’s band, watching Rob bang his head with the music.
Beau followed her gaze.
“He’s coming to church with me this Sunday, as a matter-of-fact. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Awesome, good work. ” He rolled his eyes and raised his cup to her.
Sara turned to respond, and Rob walked up.
“ Sara.” His eyes lit up. “Professor Hennings.” He nodded to Beau.
Beau put his hand up. “No, please. Beau is fine.”
Rob looked between them.
“I’m not with him.” Sara put her hands up like she’d been caught stealing.
Rob shifted uncomfortably. “Uhh—”
Beau ignored her. “You guys are good.”
Rob nodded his head and had a big, goofy smile. “Dude, I don’t mind saying that we are on tonight.”
“Y eah. You guys are good.” Sara tried one of her most ‘I’m a good missionary’ smiles for him.
Beau turned to Rob. “I liked the change to B-flat during the second verse.”
“You noticed that? I thought it was awesome when Stew first did it. He’s the main guitarist, and he is like out of this world kinda good. And, the drummer is Ed, he’s the one with the goatee. I can drum, but . . .” He pointed to himself in explanation. “I’m a singer.” A drum beat came from the stage. Rob looked to the stage and then back to them. “Did Linda say anything about coming?” Rob looked at Sara.
Sara was surprised at his question. “No.” She was also slightly relieved. “But I’ll tell her how awesome you guys are when you come to church with me.”
Rob smiled and Sara thought that he was definitely too shy for the stage name Duke.
“ Hey, maybe you guys can come to our gig at the Cowboy next Friday?”
Sara hesitated, realizing that the Cowboy was a bar.
Beau smiled at Rob. “Sure, we’ll be there.”
He looked between them and shrugged, turning back to his band.
“Great. Uh, see ya in class.”
“Nice kid.” Beau finished off his drink and stood.
Sara tried to control her anger. “Why did you say that we’d go? It’s in a bar? And you don’t get to speak for me.”
Beau looked patronizingly at her. “Sara, sometimes missionary work is hard.”
Sara gripped the edge of the table and worked on her next insult.
A large, older man wearing an apron stopped beside Beau. The man patted Beau’s back. “Enjoy the hot chocolate? It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to make you a cup.”
Beau smiled up at him. “It’s the best. Thanks, Lou.”
The man blinked.
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