“No,” she said firmly, leaving her place by the door to come grasp my hands. “Nothing like that.”
I sagged in relief. “What is it? Just tell me or I’ll think the worst.”
She chewed her lip and nodded. “I was in my prayer time this morning, praying for your heart to heal from what happened with Luke and for the Lord to guide you to the man He has chosen for you. And…”
She paused, and I was completely frozen, waiting on whatever she was going to say.
“A name popped into my head, honey—not of my own thoughts.”
What did that mean? God had given her a name? If she said Luke, I was going to vomit. I felt good about my decision to say no to him, and he already had a new girlfriend—a successful lawyer two towns over.
“Hun, I heard,Jack. Jack. Jack.Three times,” she said, and chills rose on my arms.
I pushed her hands away and felt like all the blood rushed from my face straight to my heart.
“I know that sounds crazy, and he’s not a believer, but…I heard Jack. Pray about it, okay?” she asked.
Jack? My mother had prayed for God to send me a husband and He saidJack?
“Okay,” I mumbled, unable to fully process this.
The enemy could get in our minds, too. Maybehehad said Jack and was trying to mess with my life.
Because Jack wanted nothing to do with me.
I left for church then, praying harder than I ever had before.
Lord, if Jack is the person you have planned for my life, I need a huge sign of confirmation.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
JACK
I pulled up to Willow Harbor Church, throwing my rental car into park. At this point, it would have probably been cheaper if I’d bought a car and kept it here. I blew out a shaky breath, watching people run inside as I remembered the last time I was here.
I hadn’t realized how much I liked Hannah until I’d heard Luke declare his love for her and tell her he was going to get her back. I’d seethed with jealously for weeks after that, but then I’d gotten to a place of contentment.
Whatever was best for Hannah.
Would Luke be in the crowd? Looking up at his fiancée or wife as she sang like an angel? I had no doubt her voice would be perfect. Everything about her seemed to be.
I should leave,I thought.I should throw this car in reverse and get out of this town right now.
But the lure of Hannah, of hearing her voice, of seeing her one last time even if it was all the way on stage…It was too great of a temptation for me to pass up.
I stepped out of the car just as the ushers holding the doors open slipped inside. I could hear the music blaring, even from out here. It sounded like rock music. I wasn’t sure what Iexpected from a church worship concert on Christmas—piano, a choir, or maybe acoustic. But rock wasn’t it.
I slipped inside and a guy on the far wall, wearing a security T-shirt, flicked his gaze to me.
I waved and gave him a smile, and he nodded, smiling back.
There was a cute coffee cart in here I hadn’t noticed last time. A few stragglers were standing in line ordering as I moved to the three sets of double doors, getting closer to the sound coming out of them.
It was definitely rock.Jesus rock. Who knew? Maybe I would even enjoy myself. I smiled at that, thinking of telling Dr. Morgan about actually enjoying a Christian concert.
I pushed the doors open and stepped inside.
Wow, it was really packed in here. There must have been at least two hundred people all crowding the front with their arms in the air. The music hit my ears, and I was surprised by how good it was. An entire band was on stage: a drummer, two guitarists, a bassist, a keyboardist, and three singers.
