Tom rested his forearms on top of the car to address her, but jerked them back. “Man, everything burns you here.”
“You’ll miss it when you go.”
He rested his hands on his hips and sighed at the ground. He wanted to agree with her that she shouldn’t go. But he couldn’t have it both ways. “We don’t know what kind of threat those guys pose you, so we have to be extra cautions. We can’t assume anything, and the longer you’re here, the greater chance there is of something going wrong.”
“Well, I’m here now. So what do you suggest?”
“The place I’m staying has better security. It’s not great, but it was too easy to get into your house.”
“You want me to stay with you?”
“Just for tonight. I’ll feel better keeping an eye on you. The apartment has a second bedroom. You’ll be comfortable. Tomorrow, we’ll get you out.”
He got into the car, but she was slow to get in her side. When she finally did, she said, “Don’t you think this is strange, though?”
“I think it’s inconvenient.”
“What if I really am supposed to stay?”
“And do what?”
“I don’t know. Face my fears?”
“You’ve done that already, remember? Just because things haven’t gone as planned doesn’t mean God is orchestrating it for you to stick around. Can we please focus on getting you safely out of here? You can philosophize on the details once Peter’s got you tucked away somewhere new.”
“You don’t think God’s in this?”
“Not in you staying, no. I do believe he arranged it for me to be here at a time when you needed protecting and that it’s my job to get you out of here.”
“What if I disagree?”
“I’ve been a Christian long enough to know that God is perfectly capable of closing doors if he wants them closed. I’ll do everything in my power to get you out of here. If He doesn’t want that, He’ll make sure.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes. That makes sense. I can go with that.”
“Oh. Good. I’m glad that’s settled.”
It may have settled it for her, but now that he said it, it got him thinking, what if God did want her to stay? What could that mean for her as well as for him?
Chapter14
Sara pulleda blanket off the back of the couch, wrapping it around her shoulders as she sat down.
“It’s freezing in here. Are you trying to recreate Chicago?”
He smirked. “Maybe. Can I get you something to drink?”
“I don’t usually drink tea, but I’ve changed my mind. It will help thaw my fingers.”
“I didn’t realize you were so melodramatic.”
“I am being totally serious.”
“Okay drama queen. One tea, coming up.”