Teresa Hill - A Little Bit Engaged

“Ten people? You want me to find you ten people?”

She nodded. “You’re in the business of encouraging good works, right?”

Ben nodded.

“So, go encourage. Preferably people between the ages of twenty and thirty. And they have to have references and pass a background check.”

“I doubt I have ten people in that age group in the entire congregation.”

“I really don’t care if they come from your congregation. I need ten more volunteers. Actually, I need more like fifty, and you look so wonderfully guilty about what happened earlier….”

“Okay, I’ll find you ten.”

“You know, you’re getting off easy, Pastor.”

If having to find her ten volunteers was the worst thing that came out of today, he was.

“And let me give you some advice,” Charlotte said. “When you’re striking a bargain, never agree to anything without knowing what it’s going to cost you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. “You’ll find someone for Shannon?”

“I’ll get her the best person I can find,” Charlotte promised.

“Good. Thank you.” It was more than he deserved. “Now, what would you say are the chances of this little incident staying between you, me, Kate and your receptionist?”

“About a million to one against it,” Charlotte said. “I’ll be good, and I bet Kate will keep quiet, too, but Melanie… Well, one of the reasons she’s so good at this job is that she knows just about everyone in town and all their secrets, which means she’s always talking to everyone about everything. Sorry, Pastor Taylor.”

He shook his head. “Not your fault.”

It was his completely.

Maybe this was why Mrs. Ryan thought he should stay in the office and wait for people to come to him—because he was dangerous, loose out in the world. And he really should keep his clerical collar on at all times. It was just so unseemly, trying to meet women with the collar on, because they all jumped to the conclusion that he was Catholic. Not that he needed to be meeting women anyway. Look at the trouble it had gotten him into today.

He thanked Charlotte Sims for her help, apologized again for the mix-up, ignored the laughter that followed him as he left Melanie in the reception area, and went back to his office to be scolded by an eighty-year-old great-grandmother look-alike.

Charlotte Sims liked to think she had good instincts about people, and sometimes she got impulses to meddle, which got her into trouble.

Her instincts said that Pastor Ben and Kate Cassidy had protested too much that absolutely nothing had happened between them in her reception area, which meant that something had, maybe something special.

And Melanie’s instincts told her that if Kate and her fiancé were ever going to get married, they’d have done it long ago. Charlotte remembered when she’d met Charlie. She’d been besotted, right from the first, and there wasn’t anything in the world that could have kept them waiting for more than five years to be man and wife. Nothing.

There was careful. There was getting to know each another. There was the need to be sure, but five years was something else completely.

So…maybe it was up to her to do them all a favor.

That’s how she thought of it.

A favor.

She had to find someone for Shannon, whom she’d met the day before, and Shannon’s problems seemed much more serious than Allie’s. Allie was a delight, and the distant cousin who’d taken her in seemed like a very good woman, though a bit frazzled, who’d provide a good home for Allie. And Charlotte could find a big sister for an adorable six-year-old blindfolded and with one hand tied behind her back.

So…maybe she didn’t have to meddle with Kate and Pastor Ben.

Maybe she could just do the best she could for Shannon and things would fall into place.

She put in a call to the love of her life, her husband, Charlie. He was president of the local Board of Realtors, and at the group’s annual dinner three nights ago, she’d managed to convince five of the people there to sign up as new volunteers with Big Brothers/Big Sisters.

Which meant that he had some connection to the only adult volunteers she had who had yet to be matched up with a little brother or sister. Two of them were men, which left three possibilities for Shannon Delaney.

Her husband came on the line.

“Hi, honey. I need your opinion about something. That secretary from your friend Tom’s office? The one who’s volunteering for me? I need someone who can handle a fifteen-year-old. A tough one. What do you think?”

“Sorry, darling. She’s a nice lady, but I just don’t think she’s tough enough.”

“Okay.” Charlotte closed the folder in front of her and reached for another one. “What about the decorator? Gloria Sandling?”

“Well…she wouldn’t be my first choice. Didn’t Kate Cassidy sign up?”

Charlotte grinned. “Yes, she did.”

“If you’ve got a tough case, Kate’s your girl, honey. Smart, stubborn, responsible, knows her way around kids. She helped raise her two younger sisters after their father died, and she doesn’t know the meaning of the world quit.”

“Sounds perfect,” Charlotte said. And she had not done this. Really, she hadn’t. “It’s just that she asked for a younger child. In fact, she met a cute six-year-old in our office today.”

“Trust me, honey. Give Tom’s secretary the six-year-old, and give your problem child to Kate.”

“Okay, I will. Thanks, Charlie. I love you. You’re so good to me. And so useful a man to have as a husband.”

“I do my best, darlin’.”

His contacts worked wonders for her when she needed volunteers or money, and he wasn’t shy at all about exploiting those contacts for a good cause.

She told him she’d see him soon and then hung up, puzzling over exactly how to handle Kate. She had practically promised her the six-year-old, and she did feel guilty about that. But Shannon was in trouble, and it had nothing to do with Charlotte wanting to meddle in Kate and Ben’s lives.

She was just doing what was best for Shannon. She’d pair Kate up with the girl, and if in the course of helping Shannon, she and Ben Taylor had reason to get together, well…Charlotte would leave that up to fate.

Kate got home that evening to find her middle sister, Kathie, who was also her roommate, on the phone in the kitchen, and by the look on Kathie’s face, she had to be hearing all about Kate flirting with a priest!

The combination of guilt and curiosity in her eyes was all too clear.

“You know,” Kathie looked absolutely pained as she broke into the conversation, “she just walked in the door.”

“No,” Kate mouthed. Whoever it was, she didn’t want to talk to them.

“Oh. Okay,” Kathie said into the phone. “I’ll tell her.”

Kate winced as she stepped out of her heels. Not even caring about neatness tonight, she left them by the coffee table along with her satchel and headed for the kitchen, loitering just outside the door, while Kathie stood in it, looking even more guilty as she managed to get rid of the person on the phone.

“Let me guess,” Kate said, as her sister hung up. “Someone couldn’t wait to tell you about the priest who was flirting with me?”

“Huh?” her sister said.

“That wasn’t—?”

“You were flirting with a priest?”

Kate groaned aloud. “Who was that?”

“Joe.”

“Even better,” Kate muttered. She wondered if he’d heard about her and the priest yet. Honestly, that man had made her so mad. How dare he presume to give her advice on handling her relationship, when all the time he was just trying to get her phone number so he could ask her out?