Angel In Disguise. Patt Marr

      “Out of practice!” It was her turn to laugh. “You? Pete Maguire? The man Cheryl wanted to go ‘exploring’ with?”

      “I couldn’t believe she said that.”

      “Well, you are pretty cute.”

      “Cute?”

      “Okay, good-looking.”

      “Let’s change the subject.”

      He was embarrassed. Her ex wouldn’t have been. He’d have relished the compliment and fished for more. “If you want to change the subject,” she said, “you’ll have to do it.”

      “Fine. I will.”

      Watching him search for a topic, she smiled, delighted to know there lived a charmer who wasn’t totally self-centered.

      “This date we’re doing,” he said thoughtfully, “it won’t be on TV for a while. Right?”

      “They said in about six weeks.”

      “That’s quite a while. What are you going to do about the rumor mill until then?”

      “Things should be better at school after tonight. There were a lot of kids here.”

      “But what about Daniels? Six weeks is a long time.”

      “I know. I guess I’ll just try not to worry about it.”

      “Good luck.”

      “Thanks. I’ll need it. But I really will try. Worry tells God I don’t trust Him, and I do.”

      Something crossed his eyes that could have been cynicism, perhaps unbelief. She never argued religion, but the Lord had taken care of her so well, she’d never be ashamed of Him. “The Bible says God will ‘devour any who would rise up against me.’ I believe it.”

      Pete’s eyes narrowed, and she thought he was going to dispute the point. But he leaned forward, touched her hand and said, “You’re one hundred percent right.”

      “I am?” She couldn’t help sounding surprised. “A second ago, I didn’t think we were on the same wavelength.”

      “It took me a second to switch gears. It’s been a while since someone’s quoted scripture to me. You know, I used to help out with our youth group.”

      A deep gladness filled her heart. “I’m so happy you know the Lord!”

      She’d barely said the words when she wished she could take them back. Such a mix of emotion passed across Pete’s face that she couldn’t begin to read them all, but she recognized anger and resentment. How could she not, when she’d known them herself?

      Pete rose from the table and carried their plates into the kitchen.

      Silently she asked God what to do, what to say. She glanced over to her Bible on the coffee table, wondering which scripture she could read that would help Pete the most. Maybe something in John.

      But Pete strolled back into the room, and she canceled the Bible study. His lady-killer smile was back, firmly in place, and his eyes glowed with mischief.

      “Sunny, how would you like to shut Daniels down right away?”

      This guy could really switch gears. “Well, I’d love it.”

      “What if the media were here when I pick you up for Part Two of our date? Let them get photographs of you greeting me at the door the same way you did tonight. How about that?”

      Pete truly was an ally if he could offer to help her, but how could she talk about trusting God one moment and, in the next, take matters into her own hands even more than she already had?

      “Pete, I appreciate the offer, but you don’t have to do this for me. God really will protect me.”

      Those bad-boy eyes lifted innocently. “You don’t think God uses people to carry out his plans? For all you know, I could be an angel in disguise.”

      She laughed at the thought. Would God send her a handsome charmer, especially when He knew how much she didn’t trust them? Actually, He might, though Pete’s feet seemed planted pretty firmly on the ground.

      “Are you sure about this?” she asked, hardly believing this particular guy would set himself up as a media target. He didn’t know what it could be like.

      “Oh, I think I can make myself kiss a pretty girl when it’s for such a good cause. Besides, it’s part of the job. As far as angel assignments go, I got lucky. If it hadn’t been you, I might have been assigned to Brad.”

      She smiled and the good feeling went all the way to her toes. He could be an angel, the way he made her feel that her problems were only tiny white specks on a big, fluffy cloud and contentment was fingertip near.

      But he looked nothing like any storybook angel she’d ever seen, not with that lock of black hair falling over his brow, the wicked half smile and the teasing gleam in his eyes. If Pete really were her angel…that was some disguise.

      Pete parked his truck in Sunny’s drive and sucked in a deep breath. It was the sequel to the circus of the first part of their date, only worse. This time there were several media vehicles, not just the Dream Date van, and a couple of squad cars with rotating lights that added to the general confusion. And there was a really big crowd.

      His mother always said he was a born protector, but this time he may have overdone it.

      Sunny sat on her steps, probably waiting for her cue. Purple bougainvillea cascaded down the side of her condo, a brilliant backdrop for her lush coppery hair. She was a beautiful woman all right.

      She’d warned him she was going to take her girls’ advice and pretend she was “wild about him.” He wasn’t sure what that entailed, but whatever it was, he could handle it. It was past time somebody helped Sunny get Bruce Daniels out of her life.

      Wearing a headset, looking in charge of things, Meggy walked up to his truck. “How’re you doing, bro?”

      “Just peachy,” he said, trying to hide his nervousness. “Can we get on with this?”

      “We’re ready and rolling. Go for it.”

      Determined to silence Sunny’s ex-fiancé once and for all, Pete put a big smile on his kisser, got out of the truck and walked up the driveway with his arms spread wide.