The Waiting Game

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smell that wrapped itself around your shoulders like a warm hug. May stood outside t

sure why

Maybe because she was tired of the silence. Or m

pushed the door open with

out from the kitchen, followed

nd throw pillows and a quiet Christian playlist humming in the background. She spotted

u c

she muttered, droppin

round her. It was quick-Gray never overdid it with her-but

wide smile. "Come help me

ng a glass with easy, confident hands. His suit jacket was off, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie loose at the collar. He had

sandra said, gesturing bet

name hit her

ed, sizin

r cared to meet. The son of the globally known preacher whose face was plastered

out you," Salmon sai

r arms. "Can't

d his throa

s hand fall and chuckled. "Fair eno

too calm for her liking. Like someo

ing look and changed the subject

*

nods, and watched Salmon from the corner of her eye. He wasn't loud. Didn't brag

, soft-spoken, faith-fil

job, and she gave h

c, and she nodded

Cassandra's cooking

do you?" Salmon finall

he company,"

, but Salmon just gr

*

ay found herself alone with Salmon in the living room. He sat back in the armchair,

you somethi

lready

. "Why do y

brow. "Do I n

thing to do with my last

ou carry yourself like some spiritual

to interroga

soul, isn't that w

t was-t

light twitch in his j

thing," he said slowly. "I

Boy, I don't need saving. And I don't need another holy

said yo

dn't ha

etween them. The kind that

s down. "You don't

eyes. "Good. I'

ee past the sarcasm. Th

mocked. "You see th

n't re

the hospitality," he called toward the kitchen. "It was great

last time. "I'm not here to change you,

that, he

*

tood

-his boldness or the quiet way he spo

ard and sank

is guy thi

ke he could play therapis

nted t

art was beating jus

*

tment, May paced the floor like so

ne buzz

o quickly. Salmon's

the message fo

ke the

y that-unti

the window. The city still buzzed, loud and aliv

oing anyw

aw cl

she whispered