The Pastor's Heart

The Pastor’s Heart

Desiree Future

The Pastor’s Heart © 2013 Desiree Future

All Rights Reserved

ISBN 973-1-6260-433-1

I give thanks to God
for without Him this book wouldn’t be possible. 

T
o my son Attrell T. Future with God all things are possible.

For my mother Harriet Future tha
nks for your love & understanding.

It takes a village to raise a chi
ld, so to my villager Mary Bishop Johnson, thanks for everything.

Table of Contents

WAIT!

CARTER CLAN

AGED OUT FOSTER CARE INC.

MISS MADISON

THE BOARDROOM

UNCERTAINTY

THE PROSPECT

SHE FLIPS

GOD HEALS

THANK YOU JESUS!

She would have called Robyn
, but she was away with Desmond for the weekend.   She couldn’t even call Kingston because he was at church.  Wearing a blue and black skirt suit, she intended to fix the car in her three inch heels.

Just
as she was about to lean into the car, her cell phone started ringing.

“Step away from that car right now.”  Kingston demanded of Sinclair.

“What? How did you know?”  A confused Sinclair asked as she backed away from the car as she was told.  She looked around, trying to figure out how Kingston knew what she was doing.

“I just passed you on the highway and I know those attractive legs anywhere.
I’m swinging back to get you; I’ll be right back.”  Kingston replied as he headed for the next exit ramp to get off.

Ju
st as the smoke started to disappear from Sinclair’s car Kingston pulled up.

“Are you all right?” King
ston asked Sinclair as he stepped out his black Lincoln Navigator.  “I know you were not about to try and do anything to a smoking car? That’s dangerous.”  Kingston asked looking into Sinclair’s gorgeous eyes as he folded his arms.

“Look
, it wasn’t that bad,” Sinclair went on.  “I’ve done it before.”  She answered, as they waited for the remainder of the smoke to go away.

“
You’ve done it before?” Kingston asked strangely.  Sinclair had many traits about her that he did indeed like, but this stubborn do everything by herself thing definitely had to stop.  “So now you are a mechanic too among the other hats you wear?”

“
Yes, I have everything.  I just went out and bought a new rod today.  This time when I come and pick you up you better be …” He stopped mid-sentence when someone caught his attention while he was speaking on his phone.

“Let me call you
right back.”  He said and hung up the phone without waiting for the other person to even respond.

Kingston
was so mesmerized by the sight before him that he just had to go say something.  She stood in the grocery store staring at the top shelf trying to figure out how she would reach the bottle of ketchup. Normally she would climb to reach items on higher shelves, but because she was wearing a dress, she didn’t think climbing would be a good idea.

The last of the March snow season only dropped a few inches of snow
, so the floors were not as slippery and the staff had done a great job keeping the floors dry.  So that customers would cautious, signs were strategically placed throughout the store.  The store shelves were fully stocked after the store had received a delivery.  And ironically, the store was pretty busy for it to be early in the afternoon.  Even though she wore a dress that stopped at her knees right where her boots began, she didn’t see a problem.  She wore an olive green dress that matched her olive green and black wool coat.  With nothing to grab and knock the item down she had no other choice but to climb.  Just as she had placed her heeled foot on the bottom shelf to begin her climb, she heard a husky voice from behind her.

“I’ll get that for you,” the very tall man said.

“Oh thank you so much.”  She replied, giving the statuesque man the once over while he reached for the ketchup for her.

“No problem at all, it was my pleasure.”  The handsome man smiled at the caramel colored woman while he took in her beauty.

“I really wish these stores would keep in mind that not everyone is tall and can reach the higher shelves,” she complained
, as she placed the ketchup in her grocery basket.

“Well, I will be sure to mention that to my father as soon as possible.”
  He said as a matter of fact and extended his hand.  “I’m Kingston Carter; I own this grocery store with my family.”

Feeling really
embarrassed she replied, “Nice to meet you Mr. Carter, I’m Sinclair Madison.” Sinclair said while shaking his hand. “I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to come off rude or anything. “Sinclair added.

“No;
you didn’t come off rude at all. Trust me, I’ve heard rude and that’s nowhere near it. And besides, we welcome any suggestions here.  There might be something we have been missing and with customers' feedback like yours, we can address the issues and make your shopping experience better.”  Kingston said as he took in every part of the gorgeous young lady standing before him.

The caramel colored
plus- sized woman with slanted eyes surely had Kingston’s attention. Her curly dark brown hair stopped inches below her cute dimples and those legs of hers sent chills down Kingston’s spine.  Even though she was clearly much shorter than the six foot Kingston, she had perfect legs that seem to go on forever. Her curvaceous body reminded Kingston of the original Coca- Cola bottle because of its curvy shape.  Kingston smiled even more after his mental assessment of the fine woman.

“I make it my business to know all of my customers
, but I have never seen you here before.  Are you new around here?” Kingston wanted to know because he had intentions of seeing her again even if she didn’t know it herself.

“Actually I live in
Washington DC. And I heard that your store sells white chocolate and wherever there is white chocolate Sinclair Madison is,” Sinclair explained to the handsome man.

“Would it be fair to say that you are addicted
? I mean you drove thirty minutes from DC out here to College Park?” This woman was really intriguing Kingston and he had to find out more about her.

“Addictive is such a harsh word,” Sinclair
said skating around answering the question.  “But it’s very true.” She admitted.             

“Well it just so happens
that we have a sale on White Chocolate if you’re interested?” Kingston was having such a nice conversation that he didn’t want it to end.

Before
Sinclair could even reply, her cell phone started ringing. She excused herself to answer it near the bottles of mustard.

“
Hello.”  Sinclair spoke into her phone. “What happened? Now? But I’m not even in DC now.”  Sinclair paused to let the person explain further. “Okay calm, down. This is what you’re going to do. Grab the documents from my desk and I will meet you in front of the courthouse. Okay. I’m on my way.”

Sinclair was enjoying her conversation with Mr. Carter.
Any man held her attention when he spoke of white chocolate. But this man was not only handsome, but those gray eyes of his seemed to be piercing her soul. He sported a bald head that fit his face nicely with a well-maintained goatee. To Sinclair he looked like a basketball player because of his tall slender physique. He was definitely good eye candy she thought as she finished her phone call.

“I’m sorry Kingston, it was nice meet
ing you but I have an emergency. I have to go right now,” Sinclair said as she prepared to leave. “I don’t even have time to pay for my things.  I have to go.”  Sinclair gave Kingston her shopping basket and rushed down the aisle.

“Wait!” Kingston said but it was too late
, Sinclair was already at the end of the aisle leaving him behind.

“I’ll be back for the white chocolate,” Sinclair said over her shoulder while speed racing down the aisle.
                                  

********************

Three hours later, Sinclair sat in a diner with her best friend, Robyn and her attorney husband Desmond.  They sat in a small booth with a picture window looking out onto the busy streets of Washington DC.  The walls of the tiny, but quaint diner were decorated with old records of the fifties and sixties era, giving it a retro look. 

“
Sinclair, you did it yet again. Not only were you on point with everything you said but it was also everything you did.” Desmond said as he sipped on his coffee.

“I
didn’t do anything. I just told the judge what services I was able to secure for her. Nothing more, nothing less.”  She replied while sipping from her coffee cup.

“Stop being modest,
you saved that girl’s behind. She was clearly looking at about eighteen months in jail for stealing yet again.”  Robyn interjected. “Because of you she is only getting probation for three years.  You rock, Sinclair Madison.” She went on as she raised her glass to toast, as did Desmond.

“Thanks
, but I was just doing my job and that’s just helping people when and where I can.  But who knew the judge would reschedule on super short notice and demand our presence at once.  I finally had plans this weekend.”

“
The judge had to reschedule his calendar because he had an emergency. Had we not gotten to the court today, Olivia would have spent the next two weeks in jail because the judge had to leave the country.” Desmond went on as he loosened his tie.  “Sorry about your plans for this weekend. What exactly were you going to do and who with might I ask?”

“Here you go
again, Desmond?” Sinclair rolled her eyes.

Desmond was looking for love so he agreed to be featured in the art
icle of single power attorneys.  As fate would have it, Robyn was reassigned at the last minute to be the writer for the magazine’s biggest issue. She was certain that this would help boost her writing career and she would definitely make a name for herself.  Who knew that after extensive interviews that the two would fall in love.

“What? I am just a concerned colleague.”
Desmond replied in an innocent way.

“Okay, let me clean this up,”
Robyn jumped back in the conversation. “What he means to say is we are the family you never had and that gives us the right to be all up in your business. Professional and personal. Now what?” Robyn quipped as she wriggled her finger in Sinclair’s face.

“
Okay, if you must know. I planned on going away for the weekend. The man I was going to spend that time with is so fine and sexy; he looks like he should be on the front of one of those steamy men’s magazines. And he does not have a six pack. No, no. He has one, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight to be exact.”  Sinclair gestured as if counting in the air. 

“What?” Robyn was totally stunned.

In the most seductive way possible Sinclair described just how things would happen. “He speaks sweet nothings into my ear as I smile and blush. He hits all the rights spots when he touches me with his amazing hands. I get tingles just thinking about him.” Robyn sat on the edge of her chair with her mouth wide open. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, let alone, coming from Sinclair Madison.  How had she let this unknown man slip through her fingers without first interrogating him?  Robyn thought.

“
Oh and his name is Ricardo and he is my masseuse at the spa I was going to for the weekend.  My cancellation fee was one hundred dollars. Now pay up.” Sinclair said as she held her hand out to Desmond.  She sat watching Robyn’s bewildered face after realizing that they had just been had.