Serena?” Damian asked. “We’re going right past your place on our way back to the church.”
Serena turned to Rachel. “Is that okay?”
“Certainly. I’ll be dropping Mari off at her place.” Rachel unlocked the passenger side door and opened it for Mari.
The young woman got inside, but then poked her head out. “Nice to meet you again, Damian. See you tonight, Jace.”
“I’m glad you’re going to come, Mari,” Jace said with a grin.
Mari gave a quick wave before shutting the car door.
Damian pointed to his truck a couple of rows away. “Why don’t you and Serena go ahead and get in; I’ll be there in a minute.” Jace caught the keys Damian tossed and then, with knowing looks, he and Serena left.
“I’m sorry for my mom’s comments, Rachel,” Damian said when they were alone.
“Nothing to be sorry about, Damian. She only wants what’s best for her son, as any mother would. I’m just not sure I’m the best for you.”
“What do you mean, Rachel?” Damian asked. Of all the locations for this discussion to take place, a parking lot would have rated near the bottom of his list.
Rachel hesitated then glanced at the car where Mari sat. “It’s nothing I haven’t told you time and again, Damian. I’m not the woman for you. It’s not my fault your skull is too thick for my answer to penetrate.” Her laugh was weak and ended on a sigh.
“I don’t think my thick skull is the problem here, Rachel. My heart tells me you’re the one.”
Rachel didn’t look at him. “If you only knew…”
“I won’t know if you don’t tell me.” Damian slipped his hand from his glove and reached out to cup Rachel’s chin, lifting her face so their gazes met. “How about that date? We can go out, and you can spend the whole evening telling me why you’re not the woman for me.”
Damian noticed that Rachel didn’t step away from him, didn’t break the contact between his fingers and her silky soft skin, but there was something in her eyes. If he didn’t know better, Damian would have said it was fear. But what did she have to fear from him? They’d known each other for years; he could think of nothing that would make her imagine she wasn’t good enough for him.
Damian felt Rachel’s fingers grip his wrist, and she stepped back, breaking contact between them. “I can’t, Damian. Just trust me. It’s for your own good.”
Damian wanted to argue with her, even though it wasn’t the time or the place. “My heart tells me differently, Rachel. I see before me a beautiful, loving woman. One who opens her heart willingly to everyone but me. Trust me, Rachel. Trust God.”
Rachel hesitated. Damian held his breath, hoping…praying she’d give him a chance. Again she glanced towards her car. “I’d better go. Mari’s probably wondering what’s taking so long.”
Damian lifted his hand to brush his knuckles over her cheek one last time. “I’m sure she’s old enough to guess. Maybe I’ll get someone else on my side.”
Rachel gave him a weary smile. “It won’t help.”
Before he could respond, Rachel turned away and went around the other side of the car, unlocked the door, and slid in.
Damian waited until she backed out of her parking spot and drove off before he headed for his truck.
“Sorry to keep you guys waiting,” Damian said as he climbed in behind the wheel of his truck.
“No problem. Anything to promote love,” Serena said with a smile.
“Yeah, no problem,” Jace echoed from the back seat.
“Unfortunately, it didn’t work.” Damian started the truck. He glanced at Serena before backing out of the parking stall. “Has she said anything to you? About why she’s so dead set against a relationship between us?”
Serena didn’t answer right away. “Normally I wouldn’t say anything, wouldn’t betray a confidence of a friend, but since she hasn’t said anything, I’ll tell you. She hasn’t said anything.”
Damian sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t
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