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again. He walked out on me once, and I don’t intend to give him the chance to do it again.”
“I know that. I didn’t mean that at all. But you need fellowship, Andi. You need encouragement. You need people. Maybe people who don’t work for you.”
“I have a church.”
“Yeah, but it happens to be on the grounds of Promised Land, and the only people who worship there yet are your employees. It’s not the same.”
“That’ll change. When the park opens, and people start coming—”
“I’m talking about now , Andi. How can you stay in tune with God when you’re hanging there all alone?”
“All God’s instruments are a little out of tune, aren’t they?” she asked with a half-smile.
“They don’t have to be. I have a theory,” Wes said, sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs. “Want to hear it?”
“Sure.”
“My theory is that God is using both of you, but you’re both letting the busyness of his work keep you from any real fellowship with him. Maybe he brought you both back together here to encourage each other. Maybe to renew that intensity you both had back in college.”
“Interesting theory,” Andi said. “But probably wrong. Justin’s not interested in encouragement from me. And he has plenty of intensity. So do I.”
“Maybe it’s not for the right things.”
She looked across the table at him, then smiled softly. “You may be right about that.”
“Iron sharpens iron, remember?”
“Yeah, but the sharper it is, the more dangerous it is.” She slid back her chair and got up, sighing from her soul. “Look, don’t worry about me. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” With the last words, she went through the doorway, but Wes stopped her again.
“Did you know Justin left his coat and tie here today? I wonder if he’ll need it tomorrow. He’s not the type to own two suits.”
Andi glanced at the coat still draped over the back of the chair and the tie crumpled in a heap on the seat. “No, I’m sure he doesn’t,” she said, going back in and picking them up, unconsciously smoothing the fabric over her arm as she set her briefcase down again. “But I’m also sure he doesn’t plan to wear it tomorrow.”
“I don’t know,” Wes objected. “If I read him right, he’ll be out first thing tomorrow getting things set up for the move, ordering new equipment, doing some banking …”
Andi gave Wes a knowing grin and he answered it, no longer trying to hide his ulterior motives.
“Take him his coat, Andi,” he said. “Talk to him. Make friends with him, if nothing else.”
Andi wasn’t fooled. “But something else is more what you had in mind, isn’t it, Wes?”
Wes shrugged and attempted an innocent smile. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Pensively, Andi dropped her gaze to the coat and tie, and she wondered if they smelled like Justin. A sudden warmth washed through her, making her uneasy. “I was considering having a press conference tomorrow to announce that he’s joined us,” she said without meeting Wes’s eyes. “A reception, maybe. The press people love those. Do you think it’s too short notice?”
“Go invite him!” Wes enthused, giving a that’s-the-spirit punch at the air. “No notice is too short for the press. They’re starved for news on Promised Land. Go take him his coat and invite him. You’ll have two excuses.”
“This may come as a shock to you,” Andi retorted mildly, “but I wasn’t looking for an excuse to see Justin.”
“But you’ll go?”
“Maybe,” she said. “I’ll let you know.” Again, she got her briefcase and started out of the room, turning back at the threshold. “And Wes? Thanks for caring.”
Quirking his lips, he said, “Somebody has to do it.” Then, as if the exchange had never taken place, he bent back over his work as Andi shook her head and left the room.
I t was difficult finding Justin’s house in the dark, but at last Andi picked it out and pulled into the driveway.
“I know that. I didn’t mean that at all. But you need fellowship, Andi. You need encouragement. You need people. Maybe people who don’t work for you.”
“I have a church.”
“Yeah, but it happens to be on the grounds of Promised Land, and the only people who worship there yet are your employees. It’s not the same.”
“That’ll change. When the park opens, and people start coming—”
“I’m talking about now , Andi. How can you stay in tune with God when you’re hanging there all alone?”
“All God’s instruments are a little out of tune, aren’t they?” she asked with a half-smile.
“They don’t have to be. I have a theory,” Wes said, sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs. “Want to hear it?”
“Sure.”
“My theory is that God is using both of you, but you’re both letting the busyness of his work keep you from any real fellowship with him. Maybe he brought you both back together here to encourage each other. Maybe to renew that intensity you both had back in college.”
“Interesting theory,” Andi said. “But probably wrong. Justin’s not interested in encouragement from me. And he has plenty of intensity. So do I.”
“Maybe it’s not for the right things.”
She looked across the table at him, then smiled softly. “You may be right about that.”
“Iron sharpens iron, remember?”
“Yeah, but the sharper it is, the more dangerous it is.” She slid back her chair and got up, sighing from her soul. “Look, don’t worry about me. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” With the last words, she went through the doorway, but Wes stopped her again.
“Did you know Justin left his coat and tie here today? I wonder if he’ll need it tomorrow. He’s not the type to own two suits.”
Andi glanced at the coat still draped over the back of the chair and the tie crumpled in a heap on the seat. “No, I’m sure he doesn’t,” she said, going back in and picking them up, unconsciously smoothing the fabric over her arm as she set her briefcase down again. “But I’m also sure he doesn’t plan to wear it tomorrow.”
“I don’t know,” Wes objected. “If I read him right, he’ll be out first thing tomorrow getting things set up for the move, ordering new equipment, doing some banking …”
Andi gave Wes a knowing grin and he answered it, no longer trying to hide his ulterior motives.
“Take him his coat, Andi,” he said. “Talk to him. Make friends with him, if nothing else.”
Andi wasn’t fooled. “But something else is more what you had in mind, isn’t it, Wes?”
Wes shrugged and attempted an innocent smile. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Pensively, Andi dropped her gaze to the coat and tie, and she wondered if they smelled like Justin. A sudden warmth washed through her, making her uneasy. “I was considering having a press conference tomorrow to announce that he’s joined us,” she said without meeting Wes’s eyes. “A reception, maybe. The press people love those. Do you think it’s too short notice?”
“Go invite him!” Wes enthused, giving a that’s-the-spirit punch at the air. “No notice is too short for the press. They’re starved for news on Promised Land. Go take him his coat and invite him. You’ll have two excuses.”
“This may come as a shock to you,” Andi retorted mildly, “but I wasn’t looking for an excuse to see Justin.”
“But you’ll go?”
“Maybe,” she said. “I’ll let you know.” Again, she got her briefcase and started out of the room, turning back at the threshold. “And Wes? Thanks for caring.”
Quirking his lips, he said, “Somebody has to do it.” Then, as if the exchange had never taken place, he bent back over his work as Andi shook her head and left the room.
I t was difficult finding Justin’s house in the dark, but at last Andi picked it out and pulled into the driveway.
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