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David's Promise

David's Promise by Polly Bolack
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After a brief, but highly successful law career, David Stone is struggling to discard his privileged lifestyle and answer an undeniable call to the ministry. He arrives in Gulfpass, a small town on Florida's West Coast, fervently intent to become everything he believes a minister should be--perfectly devout and morally perfect. Repentant of his history of womanizing, he has promised God that he will not become romantically involved with a woman for one year.

However, he is totally unprepared for the likes of boat captain Rebecca Higgins. Her motto is to do one outrageous thing each day. And each day that David spends with Rebecca, she puts his dignity as an aspiring minister to the test. After deciding that perhaps the ministry is not for him, David leaves Gulfpass, but realizes suddenly that Rebecca is not the obstacle to his ministry that he has thought, but rather a well-planned gift from God.

Awe-Struck Publishing; March 2001
138 pages; ISBN 9781587490712
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Title: David's Promise
Author: Polly Bolack
Twins! That was it. Rebecca Higgins obviously had a twin sister. The Rebecca he'd met would never attend a function at the church. Then he spied his tie looped around her waist.

"You sailed away like a phantom ship

Concealed in romantic facade."

The words of the song suddenly hit him; they were meant for him. It was Rebecca. She must have found out who he was and was getting back at him for not telling her. He hadn't meant to deceive her; the situation simply hadn't called for him to explain his entire life to her. Besides, he hadn't expected to see her again so soon. Especially, not at the church. She'd made it clear that she didn't believe in organized religion. But, she'd also made it clear that her motto was to do one outrageous thing each day.

David's concentration was broken by a poke in his ribs.

"That's my girl." Deacon Maynard whispered into David's ear. "I'd marry her in a heartbeat if I could just get her in church long enough." Orville giggled, then put his pudgy hands over his mouth when someone shushed him.

David wondered if Rebecca knew she was Orville's girl. Well, whosever girl you are, you went to a lot of trouble to embarrass me, and I'm not going to let you get away with it.

The song ended and when the applause abated, David unwittingly set his dessert plate into a bowl of potato salad. He strolled to Rebecca's side.

Rebecca felt a prickly itch move across her backside as David joined her. Unable to scratch, she nervously shifted her position on her stool.

"That's an unusual song. I don't think I've ever heard it." His voice was as cool and as casual as though he were talking to one of the teens.

Boy, he's good, she thought. But then, why shouldn't he be? He's a trained trial lawyer. His job is to make people believe whatever he wants them to believe, and to make them squirm.

"I wrote it," she managed to say, but she didn't recognize her own voice.

"You're an extremely talented young woman--full of surprises." His mouth curled into an innocent smile.

She felt color threaten her cheeks. David was gaining control. In front of the entire congregation, he was gaining control. "It's not quite finished..." Her voice trailed off as she searched for words.

"Have you thought of going to a B-flat minor on the phrase, forever lost, forever found?"

"No, I..."

"May I?" Still smiling, he took the guitar from her. "Let me show you." His voice was a husky whisper. He put one foot on a rung of her stool and ran his fingers over the strings of the guitar. "Nice sound."

As the audience watched intently, David strummed the guitar again and listened with his ear close to the strings. Then, he tuned the E-string a fraction. Rebecca knew he only pretended to change it to demean her musical ability,

Oh, you're good, counselor.

His knee lightly brushed her leg sending little splinters of fire along her spine. It could've been an accident. She could hardly breathe. He was even more handsome than she remembered.

"Like this." He repeated her song, word-for-word, his baritone voice in perfect pitch. "Sing it with me," he ordered in a velvet-edged voice when he'd finished, and Rebecca heard several of the women in the audience swoon.

Accompanied by the background of night sounds and the fresh breeze of the approaching summer storm, the two voices blended. Rebecca could feel the electricity crackling between them. A sheet of heat lightning washed across the sky, and thunder rumbled somewhere offshore. Why doesn't it rain? she thought. It always rains-out these stupid fish fries. Why doesn't it ever rain when I need it to?

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