Camy Tang - Sushi for One?

Lex sagged against the kitchen counter. She crossed her arms tight to still the trembling of her hands. Why’d she let Grandma get to her? Now she couldn’t even ask Aiden – very vocally non-Christian Aiden – to pose as her boyfriend.

She supposed she shouldn’t have been thinking of him, anyway. If she started liking him, it would make things complicated. She knew their difference in faith – her belief and his lack of – would make any deeper relationship rocky at best. She had let his soap-fir-musk scent and magic hands cloud her judgment.

Back to the drawing board.

Was it really a good idea?

No, how could it be?

But maybe it would work out. She was different. What was the harm in asking?

Aiden needed to hurry up if he intended to ask her on a date. Lex only had the leg press left. He’d taken too long waffling. She sat in the machine but stared out the big picture window without seeing. Here was his chance. “So, Lex – ”

“Where do you meet girls?” She didn’t turn to look at him.

He blinked. “What?”

“You know. Where do you pick up chicks?”

He gave her a blank stare.

She glanced at him with raised eyebrows. “Going cruising? Scop-ing out? I’m running out of phrases here.”

“I’m trying to decide if I want to laugh at you or increase the weight for your sets.”

“No, don’t up my weight. I really want to know.”

“Why?”

“Well…” She had a hard time meeting his eyes.

Aiden suspected she was searching for a lie to tell him. He reached for the weight key.

“No!” She put her hand out to stop him. “I need to meet guys.”

“Your grandma’s supplying those pretty well, don’t you think?”

“No, I mean nice guys. Ones who don’t need Berkeley tickets.”

“That’s all?”

“And Christian.”

He surprised himself by rolling his eyes rather than keeping his habitual calm, expressionless face. “That again?”

“It’s important. Do you know how many divorces are the result of mismatched religions?”

“No, do you?”

“No, but I’ll bet it’s a lot.”

Aiden folded his arms and stared down at her. “You’re not working hard enough.” He snatched out the weight pin and moved it down a slot.

“Hey!”

“You should be sweating too much to ask dumb questions.”

“It’s because of my grandma. She’s going to pull funding from my junior high girls’ volleyball team if I don’t find a nice Christian boy to date. And marry.”

“That’s the dumbest story I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s true. Grandma’s nuts. You’d think she doesn’t already have tons of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She’s such a control freak.”

“Pot, meet kettle,” he murmured.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You don’t understand. I’m desperate. And he’s got to be someone I can trust, because… well, you know. The touching thing.” Red stained her cheeks, but not from the workout.

And suddenly he realized how difficult this must be for her. A Christian boy would be safe – no French kisses or heavy petting in the backseat of the car.

But a part of him wanted to shake her. She was already comfortable with him. Why some boring, hypocritical Christian guy?

“Hi, Lex, Aiden.” Mary walked past them on her way to the women’s locker room.

A stunning smile appeared on Lex’s face. “Hi, Mary. How’s your shoulder feeling today? Any better from last week?”

“Oh, yes. I iced it a lot this weekend, just like a certain handsome physical therapist told me to do.” Mary winked and nudged Aiden, then disappeared into the locker room.

Lex finished a set and sat there panting. “Maybe I should go church-hopping. Are there any Christians-only non-alcoholic bars?”

Aiden snorted. “Why don’t you just camp outside a seminary?

Hold up a sign, ‘Will work for date.’ Or better yet, ‘I’m unsaved. Take me on a date.’ ”

Her glare could have burned the hair off his body. “Ha. Ha.”

She finished her last set, and they headed back to the patient area for her ice and stim. “You’re lucky. The doctor gave me the okay to drive as of tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” He let her walk ahead of him down the ramp.

“He said three weeks. Tomorrow is three weeks.”

“I better stay off the road.”

“Oh, you’re just so clever. I could always smear something nasty on your car seat today when you take me – ” She came to a grinding halt. Aiden knocked into her from behind. She tipped forward, so he grabbed her waist to keep her from falling.

She didn’t even notice. Ike, a regular at the gym, had captured her attention. He wore a bloody pierced-hand Christian T-shirt with “Consider this an engraved invitation” scrawled across it.

If anything, Lex wasn’t shy. “Hi, Ike. Nice shirt.”

“Thanks.” Ike flashed his girl-magnet grin at her. Aiden’s hand, still on Lex’s waist, tightened.

She stepped away from him. “So… you’re a Christian?”

Oh, no way. Aiden crossed his arms.

“Yeah, I go to Valley Bible Church in Sunnyvale.” Ike stepped forward to exert his charm.

“Oh, perfect.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, that’s great. I go to Santa Clara Asian Church in Campbell.”

“I didn’t know you were Christian.” Ike shifted from “mildly interested” to “intently intrigued.”

“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to visit Valley Bible Church for a long time.”

Did she actually flutter her eyelashes at him? Give me a break.

Ike responded favorably to the fluttering. “Why don’t you visit this weekend? You can sit with me and the rest of the Singles Group.”

“Oh, that would be terrific.” Lex sounded like it would be more fun than beach volleyball.

As they discussed time and directions, Aiden tightened his jaw.

Lex knew guys. Was she really falling for his act? Aiden had heard Ike and his friends in the gym locker room after their workouts. He knew who they really were, what they thought about women.

She’s a grown woman. She can take care of herself.

But then again, Lex was desperate. What wouldn’t she do if she needed to accomplish something?

“Thanks.” Lex gave him a dazzling smile.

“See you Sunday.” Ike headed up to the weight machine area.

“Valley Bible Church?” Aiden couldn’t keep a hint of derision from his tone.

“Don’t knock it.” Lex’s look snapped from charming to chilly. She continued down the ramp.

Aiden’s friend Spenser went to Valley Bible Church. He’d ask him to keep an eye on Lex this weekend.

“Why not?” Aiden strained through another set of bicep curls.

“I’m not your servant. Come to church yourself.” Spenser got on the bench for barbell triceps press exercises.

“But you’re already going to be there. All I’m asking is for you to look out for her, not be her bodyguard.” Aiden set down his free weights.

“So, why can’t you come?”

“She’s going to see me there, and then what?”

“Naw, it’s a big church.”

“With my luck, she’ll see me as soon as she walks in. She knows how I feel about all this church stuff. She’ll think I’m stalking her.”

“Which you are.”

“No, I’m asking you to stalk her. Big difference.” He flashed a grin.

Spenser glared. “I’m not stalking her, even for you.”

“You’re going to be at church anyway.”

“Why can’t you pretend?” Spenser dropped his barbell and turned to face him.

“She won’t believe me.”

“She’ll believe me.” Spenser’s voice had that strange tone to it.