Carolyn Greene - An Eligible Bachelor

The tone for her date with the deacon was set when Geneva failed to hear the doorbell from her apartment and Wade met Ellis at the door holding a horsewhip and wearing a devious smile. She had hoped he would be out on his own date tonight, but it looked as though he would be sticking around for the evening.

On first glance at the jeans Wade wore and the too-tight T-shirt that pulled across his chest, he looked like an eternal teenager. A well-built one. Ellis, on the other hand, was dressed for the occasion in tan slacks, a pale blue oxford shirt and a navy tie.

Jacob hid shyly behind her, pressing his face against her skirt. Except, perhaps, for the current situation with her landlord, she knew Kinnon Falls would be a wonderful place to raise her son. Discreetly studying Ellis from the den, she wondered if he might be the man with whom she would someday raise Jacob. Judging from his interaction with parishioners and the respect they held for him, he certainly appeared to be a good possibility. And if he wasn’t the man for them, well, she’d keep trying until she found the right one. Never again would she marry someone who didn’t fully meet her needs. And never again would she believe that she could change someone to fit her criteria of the perfect family man.

She stepped into the room, Jacob clinging like an appliqué to her leg, just as Wade was launching into his explanation about the whip.

“Our riding instructor found this in the old barn beyond the stables.” Wade shook the coil loose and danced the worn leather across the floor. “Louis thinks it could be as much as a hundred years old.”

Ellis pushed his hands into his pockets. “What are you going to do with it?”

Her nemesis flashed her a wicked smile. “At first I considered how I might use it for myself, but eventually I decided to do something a little wild and crazy.”

Fearing the worst, Geneva sought to intercept the conversation and gracefully extricate Ellis to the safety and privacy of her apartment. “I don’t think Wade needs to go into—”

But he was determined to finish…and most likely embarrass her.

“I was thinking I’d hang it in the Fox and Hound room at the restaurant,” he said with utmost innocence. Then, raising his eyebrows at her, he rewound the whip over his hand and elbow. “What did you think I was going to do with it?”

Wade held her gaze a moment longer than necessary, breaking contact only after a flush of pink swept over her cheeks. He told himself he was only encouraging her in her wrong opinion of him because it fell in with his plan. If she thought him a wayward man, she would avoid him even if he should lose his head momentarily and attempt to flirt with her. But the real reason was that he enjoyed teasing her and watching her react with the fresh innocence of a much younger woman. He liked the way her chin dipped, revealing the embarrassment she tried not to show. He liked the way her pale brown eyes glowed with golden flecks when she confronted him about his reputation and how it might affect her child. He liked…way too much about her.

Jerking his gaze from the tight line of her soft pink lips, he addressed the man standing patiently in his living room. The deacon was a good man, and Wade was certain he’d treat Geneva right. But something deep down inside Wade nudged him, asking if that was enough. Would she be happy with this guy?

If this relationship went sour for her, he’d be consumed with guilt for having fixed her up with someone unsuited to her. He had to know without a doubt that they were right for each other, and to gain that certainty, he would need to know more about Deacon Tackett.

“So, what kind of car do you drive?”

Geneva sighed and narrowed her eyes at Wade to signal that she was ready to take over from here. All the while, Tackett enthusiastically filled him in about the collector-model Mustang he was restoring. Although the man’s boss cam fascinated him greatly, he reluctantly acknowledged that bit of information would be of no help to Geneva. He decided a more personal question would give him a better idea of their compatibility.

Geneva turned and lifted a hand toward the den, but before she could lead her date away, Wade intercepted them. “You seem to be a man of high standards, Deacon. Tell me, what do you think is the most important attribute in a woman?”

There. That should tell him volumes about whether he was truly the right one for Geneva.

“Wade?”

The deacon touched a hand to her wrist. “That’s okay, Geneva. It’s a fair question.” He addressed Wade much as a student answers a teacher when called on in a spelling bee. He squared his shoulders and looked him directly in the eye, fully confident in his answer. “It is written that charm is deceptive and beauty fades, but a woman who loves the Lord will be greatly praised.”

“No fair,” Wade said with a grin. “You took the easy way out by quoting Proverbs.” It would take some thought, but Wade knew he’d have to come up with a better test.

Geneva bestowed a blistering frown on him that could have made a small child cry. “Here’s another proverb for you. ‘He who guards his lips guards his life.”’

This time, she hooked Tackett’s elbow and practically dragged him from the room, no easy task considering that Jacob had mooched a ride on her foot. So far Wade had scored a double bogey with his line of questioning, and Geneva was calling it a game before they’d reached the eighteenth hole.

But he refused to let her off that easily. He’d impulsively hooked her up with this man, taking his reputation at face value and failing to check him out thoroughly beforehand. Wade’s conscience would not allow him to stand by idly while innocent, trusting Geneva turned her heart over to someone who might not be worthy of love.

Honesty compelled him to consider that his concern about this pairing was not totally altruistic. There was something about Geneva’s sweet innocence that made him want not only to protect her, but to keep her for himself. He supposed that, in an ideal world, he might have considered her his perfect match.

But this wasn’t an ideal world. And he had no guarantee that Ellis was the ideal mate for Geneva.

Deacon or not, Ellis was subject to flaws just like any other man. Wade would have to find out more about this guy before the evening was out.

After she’d discouraged Wade from following them into her apartment, she invited Ellis into the kitchen to keep her company while she finished preparing their dinner. She didn’t know what had gotten into her landlord, but she hoped he got over it soon.

“Smells great,” Ellis said as he settled into a chair at the table. “What is it?”

“Roma chicken with rice.” She added the chicken and tomatoes to the sautéed onions and garlic, then covered the skillet. “This needs to simmer a little while. In the meantime, I’d love to hear about your Sunday-school class.”

Just as she’d hoped, the subject was one her date enjoyed talking about, and it made a small headway toward breaking the ice between them. Even so, they were still at that awkwardly polite stage. Perhaps, by evening’s end, once the effects of Wade’s interrogation wore off they’d be more relaxed and better able to enjoy each other’s company. To her dismay, Wade ambled into the kitchen wearing a large grin and carrying a bottle of wine in the crook of his arm. “I noticed you were completely out of wine, so I brought you some to restock.”

Flabbergasted, Geneva could only stammer, “But I don’t…we’re not…”

She didn’t know anything about Ellis’s attitude toward alcohol, but since the communion “wine” at church had actually been grape juice, she thought it safe to assume he didn’t imbibe.