Jenna Mindel - Courting Hope

“Eva and Adam’s engagement party. Eva would love to see you.”

“Oh, I don’t know...” Hope searched for an excuse but came up short. She couldn’t find the words to refuse. Wasn’t sure she wanted to.

“Don’t worry about Sinclair. Don’t worry about calling to RSVP. Just come.” Rose patted her hand and left.

Hope stood in the parking lot, staring at the envelope. If Sinclair had truly changed, seeing him with his family would prove it.

After tearing open the seal, Hope read the date and sucked in a breath.

Saturday night at Marsh Orchards.

This Saturday would have been Sara’s twenty-fifth birthday. They couldn’t have known when they had scheduled the party. Ryan might not have even remembered. If he had, she couldn’t imagine him saying anything about it to dampen his sister’s joy.

Hope had run into Ryan a few times in town, and every time she’d seen him, he’d looked lost. She supposed they all were, to an extent.

How could she go and not break her parents’ hearts? Yet watching them try not to fall apart wasn’t something she wanted to do. She couldn’t face another year staying home to grieve. Her sister would never want that kind of morose tribute.

Hope looked back and spotted Sinclair talking to several people on the steps outside the sanctuary. He met her gaze and cocked his head, almost as if he could see the struggle inside her.

She gave him a quick wave and headed for her car. In the driver’s seat, she fingered the invitation with its pretty pink parchment paper and fancy lettering promising a happy occasion. She wanted to accept that promise, but at what price?

Stuffing the invitation back in the envelope, Hope started her car and headed out of the parking lot with a whispered prayer for direction. She knew from experience that following your heart wasn’t always the best decision.

She shouldn’t go. Plain and simple.

But she had six days to decide what to do. Plenty of time to change her mind.

Chapter Four

Sinclair stopped by his office at church to pick up a business card he’d left there over the weekend. He also wanted to hear Hope’s thoughts on Sunday’s message. She’d give him an honest answer.

Hope’s opinion had always been important to him, but now it seemed vital. She knew the church so well. She knew the people and their expectations. She’d tell him if he’d missed the mark. Although he didn’t think he had.

“What are you doing here? Monday is your day off.” Hope caught him in the hallway between offices.

He lifted the business card. “I’m meeting a distributor of prefabricated commercial buildings to get some quotes. Wanna go with me?”

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