Page 73 of Hidden Chance

“Hi Hannah, it’s Peter. Whatever you need. I’m there.”

Chapter 18

Robby pacedthe room with his arms tightly crossed, compressing his chest in indecision. How he’d let Hannah talk him into involving a man he didn’t know was beyond him.

“Will you stop,” Hannah said. “You’re making me nervous.”

“That makes two of us.”

“I already told you, you can say no if you’re not happy with him once he gets here.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you always get everything you want?”

“Of course not. If I did, I’d be coming to Burma.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea. We can wait for my team.”

“Even though you said before we couldn’t?”

“I don’t know anything about this guy.”

Hannah walked cautiously to Robby and untangled his arms.

“What are you doing?”

She held his hands and looked him in the eye. He forced himself to keep his focus on her eyes and not allow them to drift. He’d avoided kissing her so far, but the longer they were alone together, the harder it was becoming.

“When you meet Peter, you can ask him about his qualifications and get a feel for him. If you still aren’t comfortable using him, then don’t. It’s that simple.”

“Why are you suddenly nice to me? There’s a catch here somewhere. I can feel it.”

“I can see you’re not handling this well.”

He pulled his hands out of her grip and walked to the other side of the room. She was the reason he wasn’t handling it well, but he was trained for this. Whether deep down it was Hannah or her connection to God shouldn’t matter.

“What else can we do?” she said. He could hear the frustration in her voice. She was trying to help.

“No. You’re right. It will be fine. I’ll meet him. If we’re all fine with each other, it will be fine.”

“What’s the problem? What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re agitated over something. Is it me? I know I drive you nuts. I have a tendency to push too hard, and it gets me in trouble. It’s just that I desperately want to stop these guys. Those poor kids over there?—”

“No, it’s not you.” He clasped his hands on top of his head. “I don’t—” He thought of her faith and how she was prepared to give up everything. “Do you really think God wants you involved in this?”

“That’s what’s bothering you?”

Maybe. “No. I’m changing the subject. Do you?”

She thought for a minute. “It wouldn’t be the first time my stubbornness got in God’s way, but I’ve been praying a lot.”

“And?”

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