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He was different with his tawny hair and warm blue eyes. Many people thought blue eyes cool, but Joe’s were as warm as a summer afternoon when the sun heated her skin and the insects buzzed lazily around the flowers. Tabby shook her head. It wouldn’t do to start spinning fantasies about her neighbor, the
minister
. Artists who dated ministers probably painted landscapes or kids’ portraits. Better to stay away and avoid the disillusionment.

Up front, Tyler helped an older woman bag customers’ groceries. When he spotted Tabby, he grinned. “Hi, Miss MacVie. Mrs. Tarpley, this is Miss MacVie, the new art teacher.”

The older woman smiled kindly. “Good morning. Welcome to Mountain Meadow. Are you settling in all right?”

Tabby returned her smile. “Very well, thank you. Call me, Tabby, please. I really appreciate the groceries you sent over. How much do I owe you?”

Mrs. Tarpley looked startled. “Oh, there’s no charge, dear. It’s our welcome to the community.”

“Thank you.” As they continued to talk, Tabby carefully avoided answering most of Mrs. Tarpley’s questions. While she knew the woman was simply curious, Tabby felt she had to be cautious. Until she’d accomplished what her mother wanted, she didn’t dare arouse too much curiosity. She’d prefer not to arouse any at all.

She drove home with the car packed. She was bent inside the hatchback looking for the frozen items when the man already occupying too much of her thoughts spoke from behind her.

“Allow me to help.”

Tabby bumped her head as she abruptly straightened, rubbed the bruised spot, and said, “Oh, that’s not necessary…” but Joseph Taylor had already grabbed bags and strode up the steps to her porch. She frowned, but followed, opening the door to allow him into the big, airy kitchen. She was way, way too conscious of him as he continued to bring in bags and she unpacked them. Even when he finished, he didn’t leave. Instead, he began removing things from the remaining bags and setting them on the counter, so she could decide where to put them.

He made her nervous, but Tabby couldn’t ask him to leave. He had helped her. Besides, she had never met a man that made her insides flutter. He did. Why was that? A small, cynical voice reminded her that he would never stick around once he got to know her better. All her life people had turned tail once she had either trusted them enough to show them some of her art work, or they had discovered it on their own. Why should this man be any different?

When they finished, she smiled tightly. “I—I have some iced tea made. Would you like a glass?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He grinned. “And I’d run out of groceries to unpack.”

Her gaze slipped to his generous mouth. His grin affected her more than anything she’d seen so far. It brought out fascinating dimples in his lean cheeks. Tabby realized she was staring and spun away with a blush. She would like to paint him. Not only was he beautiful, but for the first time that she could remember, he inspired images in her mind that were warm and bright. She felt like a moth to his flame. She had to get him out of the confines of the kitchen. “We could take it out on the porch in the shade.”

And so, a few minutes later, Tabby found herself curled up on a porch swing, sipping tea while the minister of the Baptist church sat nearby. But it was hard to think of him that way when he didn’t fit any of her previously conceived notions about what ministers should look like.

“I appreciate your help,” Tabby said.

Joe smiled. “But you’d like me to go home now?”

Tabby flushed and her gaze skittered away. “I didn’t say that.”

He leaned back in his chair and set his glass on the table next to it, idly watching as a bead of sweat ran down the outside of the glass. “You didn’t have to. Some people are very effective at getting a point across without saying anything at all. It’s there in your voice and your body language. Do you think I haven’t encountered reactions like yours before?”

She didn’t want to be lumped in with other people. More than that, she didn’t want him to see how much he scared her. Tabby stuck her chin out. “Why would I have any reaction? I hardly know you.”

He smiled, but beneath it, she glimpsed weariness and disillusionment. “Yet you do. Have a reaction, that is. Is it me personally or the fact that I’m a minister?”

Tabby set her glass aside. She met his steady gaze squarely, though inside her stomach fluttered with nerves. “You’re very direct.”

“Sometimes you have to be, and while I’m being direct, I’ll tell you that I’m attracted to you, Tabby, and I don’t think that attraction’s all one-sided.”

Tabby shook her head, trying to convince herself with the same words she said to him. “No. But not in the way you mean. I’m an artist. I’d like to paint you. You—you have an air about you I would like to capture on canvas.”

“It’s my halo.”

Tabby gaped a moment, then burst out laughing. “I can’t believe you said that. Won’t you get struck by lightning or something?”

“No more so than you for saying your only interest was in painting me.” He lifted one brow and grinned.

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times then said, “I don’t date ministers. I don’t do the whole church thing.”

Joe gazed at her with his impossibly patient blue eyes. He tilted his head a little, and one dimple appeared when he lifted the corner of his mouth. “I’m not asking you to marry me, nor am I even asking you to ‘do the whole church thing’—though I wouldn’t kick you out if you showed up. Could we try neighbors, maybe even friends first?” When Tabby hesitated, he arched one thick golden brow. “I’ll let you paint me.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up. “Are you bribing me, Pastor?”

His smile expanded. “Whatever works, and call me Joe or Joseph. You’ll have to add the bribery to my list of sins.”

Tabby stood up. “Now?”

“You want to get started right now?”

“Yes. I’d like to get my sketchpad. It’s upstairs in my studio.”

Tabby didn’t realize he’d followed until she turned from picking up the heavy sketchbook and the zippered bag that held her pencils. Joe’s eyes were riveted on the painting still sitting on the easel, a violent flaring of dark colors intermixed with flashes of vivid fiery lights and glimpses of tortured souls. Tabby pivoted and covered the painting with an oilcloth. When she faced him again, her chin jutted and her shoulders were stiff.

Without looking at her, he said quietly, “It’s what you were painting the night I heard you….”

If anything, her body stiffened even more. “Heard me what?”

He looked at her. “Crying.”

She turned away with a shrug of her shoulders. “It’s just a painting.”

“It’s like being inside Dante’s
Inferno
.”

She turned back and smiled at him challengingly. “Then let me paint an angel instead, and I have one more request.”

“What’s that?”

“I want to sketch you while you sing.”

He blew his breath out with an embarrassed laugh. “Seriously? You slammed your window the last time.”

“I want to hear you. We can do it here or at your house. You pick.”

He looked around the cluttered room with its high ceiling and the gentle whirr of a ceiling fan. “Here’s fine. Where do you want me?”

For an instant the words
naked and in my bed
came to mind. Heat flashed through her in what felt like an entire body blush. She needed some control.

“Near the window. I want to see the light on your face. That way I can capture the cascade of sparkles from your halo.”

Joe laughed and relaxed. He half sat on a stool near the window, while she perched at the far side of it on the window seat, her sketchbook open. She had drawn plenty of models in her life drawing classes, but this was different. What she was trying to do was different, and Tabby had no idea at all how, or if, it would work.

As she watched, he closed his eyes for a moment and began in the clear tenor she remembered so well, and she found it was as enthralling as it had been the first time she heard it. Only now, watching him as well as hearing him, she felt warmed inside. He glowed, almost as if he did indeed have a halo. Somehow, Tabby knew that would make him laugh if she told him, but it was true. He was light and warmth, and he fascinated her.

She sketched quickly, catching his face from different angles, and when she finished, she simply listened to the breathtaking pull of his voice. She knew the song he sang now, a song that never failed to touch her heart—”Thankful.”

* * * *

Joe finished the last note and focused on Tabby. She sat with her sketchbook closed and her face angled toward the window. “Tabby?” he questioned softly. “What is it?”

“That was beautiful, Joseph,” she whispered. “You have no idea. And… And I can’t tell you.” She blinked as if trying to clear her head.

With a sudden burst of energy, she stood up, took the dark painting from the easel, set it facing the wall with other canvases that had been similarly stacked so all that was visible were the backs of them, and replaced it with a fresh canvas. Joe watched, knowing that for the moment at least she had forgotten him. He kept quiet, curious as to what he would see, feeling somewhat like an eavesdropper. She began what looked like another sketch, only this time using a brush and thinned paint to lay out the basic composition.

He looked at his watch, vaguely remembering Tabby mentioning dinner with Evan and Jenny Richardson, but she was so intent on what she did he hated to interrupt her. As she finished outlining her composition and sat back for a moment, he finally spoke, “Tabby, it’s a little after five. Aren’t you going to the Richardson’s house?”

She started. He smiled at a concentration so intense she could forget he was there. If he were a more egotistical man, he might be offended, but strangely enough he understood her absorption. He experienced it in his singing and often in writing a sermon, and he was flattered she allowed him to share hers. She stared at him, and the intensity of those golden eyes changed to panic as she glanced down at the paint smearing her hands.

“I—I have to get ready. I don’t even know where I’m going or how long it will take to get there.”

“It’s okay. It’s a couple of streets over. No more than a five or ten minute walk. I can show you the way.”

“Would you really?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

He waited for her on the veranda, rising slowly to his feet as she came back through the door a quarter hour later. She wore a long, flowing skirt that left little more than her ankles bare, but made of a material light enough it seemed to caress her body each time she moved. The top was the same way, covering her from wrists to neck. He wondered that someone as free-spirited as she seemed to be was also almost excessively modest. The most revealing thing he’d seen her wear were bicycling shorts, and even then those were capris, falling to around mid-calf.

“Are you ready?” he asked with a smile he hoped would allay some of her nervousness, and she nodded. They walked companionably next to each other, people greeting him with a wave that Joe happily returned. Too soon, he stopped in front of Evan and Jenny’s huge Victorian home. “There you are. Think you can find your way back home?”

The response he felt coming died on her lips as a young voice piped, “Pastor Joe! Miss MacVie!”

Tyler dashed over to them, his long hair flying around his head. Behind him came Mountain Meadow’s Police Chief and his wife, carrying their daughter, Noelle.

Tyler skidded to a halt next to Tabby, and flushed. “I—I want you to meet Jake and my sister, Holly, Miss MacVie.” His dark brown eyes swiveled to Joe. “Are you eating at Evan and Jenny’s too?”

Joe shook his head. “No. I walked over to show Miss MacVie the way.”

Holly and Jake reached them, and Jake spoke up, “Well, I’m sure you’d be more than welcome, Joe.”

He saw the uneasy shift in Tabby’s expression. Better not to press things too far, since she was already spooked by his profession. He smiled. “Thanks, but not this time. I still have a few kinks to work out of tomorrow’s sermon. I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” He turned to Tabby and murmured, “There, I’ve delivered you safe and sound and didn’t even try to convert you on the way.”

The uneasiness fled from her expression, and she laughed, “Thank you, Joseph.”

* * * *

With mixed feelings, Tabby watched Joseph leave. While she might be reluctant to call a preacher friend, the fact remained he was the closest thing to a friend she had so far in this town. She turned her head in time to see Jake open Evan and Jenny’s front door as if he belonged there. Tabby envied that kind of easy familiarity.

“Evan? Jenny?” Holly called as they all entered the front hall. To one side, a double set of sliding doors parted. “Oh, there you are.” Holly continued. “We’re here, and we’ve brought Tabby with us. Come on, step up. Don’t be shy.”

Tabby’s heart thudded to the point she feared it would beat right out of her throat. For a moment, all she saw was Evan’s towering form. He didn’t look entirely happy, and his expression appeared guarded. From behind him stepped a petite, blond-haired woman, her belly swollen with advanced pregnancy. However, that wasn’t what grabbed Tabby’s attention.

She stared into eyes as golden as her own. Looking at her elder sister felt as though she’d taken a step back in time. Only her mother had never looked as confident as Jenny Richardson did. Tabby took a half step forward, uncertain what she was about to do or say, but then she halted.

Jenny’s smile of welcome had faded as Tabby stepped from Jake’s shadow. The color left Jenny’s face. Tabby was sure it must have fled hers too. Despite her pregnancy, Jenny was still quick on her feet. She turned to Evan in such a way that he actually took a step back.

“You should have told me,” she snapped at her husband. “You should have asked.” She turned a hostile gaze on Tabby.

From the corner of her eye, Tabby was aware of Holly and Jake hurrying Tyler down the hall to the kitchen. Tabby wished Joseph had stayed. Somehow, she had a feeling he would bring calm to this situation because it always seemed to surround him.

“Who are you?” Jenny hissed after the door swung shut behind Tyler and his family. Tabby raised her chin and saw Jenny do the same thing.

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