What would Jesus do? Jordan’s advice seemed absurd. How would Jesus handle this situation? Well, she couldn’t quite figure out exactly what Jesus would do, but she knew what Jordan would do. She smiled, stepped back, and shook her head.
“I’m afraid I don’t give out my phone number to strangers.”
“But we’re not strangers,” he murmured.
“Mm, you’re not someone I know well enough to make that claim.”
“Which is exactly why I want your number, so we can get to know each other better.”
Oh, he was smooth. Had he practiced these lines on other women? She bet he had. A thousand times. Still, she had a greater grip on what she should do, and that involved leaving. She smiled, glanced at Gwen. “I’m sorry, but I have an early start tomorrow.” She’d arranged to meet with Jordan for breakfast, which would likely also involve either jogging or reading her Bible, or maybe even both. After tonight it felt like she needed both.
“I need to be going soon too.” Gwen kissed Eric’s cheeks. “Good to see you again.”
“As ever.”
What kind of response was that? But there was no time for internal snark as Eric turned those deep brown eyes onto her, holding her prisoner again as he stretched out his hand. “Miss Bennett.”
She clasped his hand, and electricity ripped up her arm, startling her. But no. She wouldn’t be attracted to him. She didn’t even know if he was a Christian! She bet that’d be one of the first questions Jordan would ask.
She tugged her hand away. “Goodbye.”
“Au revoir,”he amended.
Hmm. She turned, made her farewells to the others, and followed Gwen off the yacht, as Eric Churchill’s farewell followed her.Au revoir?No. She didn’t want to meet the man again.
Except a tiny part of her also kind of did.
Chapter 6
Jordan glanced at his phone, the minutes steadily slipping away. He’d arranged this, knowing he had to make the effort to stay in touch, but already EJ was late for their breakfast, and EJ was never late.
He studied the white-sailed yachts skimming across the harbour. The grey skies weren’t exactly tourist friendly, but the air didn’t yet hold the chill of winter. It’d be a good day for a run, then a talk; then maybe they could finally spend some quality time together. Maybe even watch a movie together. The open air cinema in the Royal Botanic Gardens was done for the season, but there were other places that could work. Memories flashed of simpler times, when EJ had laughed more and been less stressed, and he wondered—not for the first time—whether pushing this app to greater heights was actually in EJ’s best interests.
Lord, You need to give me wisdom about what to say to her. I feel like things are tricky enough between us at the moment, and I don’t want to make things worse.
A tap on the shoulder drew his attention to a smiling EJ. “Hi.”
“Hi!” She quickly hugged him. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I slept in.”
“I left you a couple of messages. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just had a late night.”
He’d wondered what she was doing. She hadn’t responded to his messages last night. “Where were you?”
“Oh. Remember how I’ve talked about Gwen?”
He nodded. How could he forget? The woman seemed to be EJ’s new bestie.
“She asked me to a function last night where I got to meet a bunch of people. I thought I might meet some potential investors for Dream Match.”
“And did you?”
“Possibly. I don’t know yet.”
He studied her as she glanced at the menu attached to the harbourside café’s outside wall. The EJ he knew would normally be spilling over with enthusiasm about the potential for investors. The fact she wasn’t told him something else. That maybe there was someone else she didn’t want him knowing about.
Still, he refused to play the guessing game. “Was Eric Churchill there?” Subtle as a sledgehammer, that was him.
