LITMIR.BIZ

       Chapter Four

      “You didn’t tell me you lived right behind me!” Jake, who had just finished the inner-city work an hour earlier before swinging by to pick up Maggie, smiled, surprised. “Does it matter?”

      Maggie frowned warily. “I can only imagine the talk there will be.”

      “You’re my secretary, Maggie. My last secretary lived here. The entire church knows it. Don’t worry about it.”

      Maggie still didn’t appear convinced. Jake wondered what drove her to be so cautious but didn’t ask. “As you can see,” he said, going on into the house, “here is the living room. The carpet is old but clean. The couch actually folds out into an extra bed if you have company.” Jake wondered if she minded an orange couch and chair. “Shirley had them reupholstered in those colors. You might, uh, try throwing a small blanket across the back.”

      Jake heard a chuckle behind him and turned. “Yellow and orange are fine. And yes, I have a small blanket to cut the glare.”

      Relieved, Jake smiled. “I never asked her what color she wanted to redo the material in. At least the curtains aren’t white.”

      Jake pointed at the light-blue curtains until he saw Maggie’s wince.

      “Let’s just see the rest of the house, shall we?”

      Jake nodded. Glancing around the room, he suddenly realized that Shirley must have had very poor taste in decorating. Blue curtains, tan rug, orange and yellow furniture.

      “The kitchen has a small table for four in it. The stove is gas and there’s a frost-free refrigerator.”

      Maggie thought it was much nicer than the trailer she’d been in. The living room might be a bit bright, but this room, she thought, with the light white-and-blue floor with soft blue-and-pink wallpaper, was homey.

      “One of the women repapered the walls before you moved in.”

      “That explains the smell. I wondered what that smell was.” The counters were clean, and there was even a toaster and a food processor on the counter.

      “To the back are the two bedrooms and the bathroom.”

      Maggie strode there to look. The master bedroom was bigger than the trailer she’d been in, with a double bed and two chests and a small vanity. She turned to the bathroom. It was old but very neat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a claw-foot tub before.”

      “That’s next on our list of renovations. This house is more than fifty years old. We’ve been renovating one room at a time over the past year. The kitchen and the second bedroom are done.”

      Maggie went to the second bedroom and smiled. “Earthtones, yellows and greens. It’s beautiful.”

      Maggie heard Jake’s step approaching and turned, feeling trapped in the hall. Thankfully, Jake stopped near the entrance. “Of course we’ll be glad to remove the bed and put in a crib for you. Tyler would have gotten that done earlier—”

      “Oh, no, Mr.—uh, Reverend, Pastor…” Helplessly, she lifted her hands. She could feel the blush warming her cheeks.

      “Just ‘Jake.’”

      His warm smile could melt chocolate on a winter day. It certainly melted her heart She found herself smiling back. “Well then, just Jake,” she said, “please don’t bother with that until I know what I’m going to do. Or if you’re certain you even want me here.

      Jake’s smile left his face. The shimmer in his dark eyes dimmed. “Maggie, I don’t know why you’re so worried, but I think you should know, we’re a small church. If you can type and have any kind of head for business we can work the rest out. Unless you aren’t happy here, then there might be a problem. So please, stop worrying.”

      Maggie nodded. “I’m sorry.” She didn’t say she’d had so many jobs in the past six months that she’d become cynical. Or that she was certain it was only a matter of time before her parents found out where she was. They would exert some sort of nasty little influence to get her out of the area so she wouldn’t be an embarrassment to them. Again.

      Seeing Jake’s concerned expression, she pasted the smile back on her face. “This is more than I could hope for. Why don’t you show me where I am going to work.”

      Jake nodded, relieved, though still concerned that she was hiding more than she was telling. Father, help her, he silently asked. “Right this way. As I said, the church has only between 100 and 150 in attendance, according to what is going on. Our average crowd is just over 100. Of course, we have the day care, which has 185 children, grades kindergarten through third. I never dreamed it would grow so fast.”

      Jake led her across a small path lined with azaleas to the church. The smell emanating from the pink and purple blooms was sweet, teasing her nostrils and surrounding her in a soft gentle fragrance that relaxed her.

      “I love azaleas,” Maggie murmured.

      Jake smiled. “Mrs. Titterson wanted to donate them to the church. She thought they’d be beautiful lining the path here as well as both yards.” Jake motioned back at the houses. “They are beautiful in the spring. We have crepe myrtles in the front of the church and snowball bushes along the far side. You’ll notice the bridal bushes around the parking lot”

      “I never met a man who knew so much about shrubbery.” Maggie glanced at him curiously.

      Jake turned and grinned at her. “Didn’t you realize a pastor is a jack-of-all-trades? Who do you think helped plant all these bushes?”

      Maggie chuckled. Jake liked the way it sounded, low, warm, husky. Realizing where his thoughts had drifted, he stopped, disconcerted. Shaking himself mentally, he stepped off the path and in front of the long rectangular concrete building.

      “This was once a business. We bought it, then tore out the inside and rebuilt it It was big enough for anything we might want to do later. I’m thankful now that we did that. Otherwise we wouldn’t

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