late Friday night, the day before the show. She was exhausted from driving all day, and had been keeping herself awake with caffeine the last few hours of the trip. Her plan was to park the truck in the driveway of her father's house and unpack the following day or whenever she had time to get it done.
As she pulled the moving truck up in front of her father's house, she could see someone sitting on the porch swing and instantly recognized Kurt's shadow. Her heart leaped in her chest, and she was excited to see that he was waiting for her arrival. It was late, and despite her tiredness, she was suddenly alert and excited to talk to him.
As she turned off the truck, he walked over to open her door and say hi.
"I wouldn't have guessed that a city slicker like you would be pulling up in a moving truck to a place like this," he said with a smile. “Are you sure you’re in the right place? It's good to see you. The choir kids are going to be so excited that you're attending the show tomorrow."
Chelsea jumped out of the truck and gave Kurt a hug. "If you talked to me four weeks ago, I would've never guessed it either. It's amazing how quickly things change, especially when God helps you to see a different path for your life. It's good to see you too."
Kurt wrapped his arms around Chelsea and hugged her back. They held on for a moment without saying anything, and then Kurt pulled away and looked into Chelsea 's eyes.
"I'm sure you're exhausted; you've had a big day today. That's a long way to travel, especially driving a big moving truck. I need to let you go to bed. "
" Yes, I'm exhausted. It’ll be nice to get some rest tonight."
"Be ready in the morning, because I've arranged for a few people to help you unpack at 9 o'clock in the morning."
"Oh wow, that's unexpected! Thanks, I can definitely use the help getting that truck unloaded. I know that tomorrow's a big day so I figured that the truck could wait to be unloaded until after the show. But, since help is available, I'd be happy to get it done in the morning!"
"You’re welcome. Have a great night; I'll see you in the morning." Kurt turned around and walked over to his car, as Chelsea unlocked the front door of her father's house and went inside.
After closing the door, she peeked out the curtains in the front room to watch Kurt's car drive away, secretly wishing that he would have stayed a little longer. Despite her tiredness, she would have liked to spend a little more time with him.
Tomorrow is going to be a big day, she reminded herself. We will have more time together after this fundraiser is over.
Chelsea hoped that Kurt felt the same way about her, because she didn't want to be setting herself up for a heartbreak.
*****
The next morning, at 9 o'clock sharp, people started showing up to help with the move. Chelsea was surprised to see that there were already 10 people waiting in the front yard, ready to help unload the truck. Excitement was in the air as everyone talked about the choir performance that evening.
Because she had lived in a one-bedroom apartment in California , she didn't have much to unload. As they worked, another five people showed up, and it only took an hour to get everything into the house.
She knew that the show was top priority, so she left everything in boxes. They would still be there next week, waiting to be unpacked. Right now, it was time to focus on the performance at the town hall.
Chapter 6
Saturday morning, Kurt woke up thinking about Chelsea. He’d only known her for about four weeks, but he felt like he knew so much about her. As he lay in bed trying to wake up, he knew without a doubt that he was in love with Chelsea .
She was beautiful; he loved her spirit, and the way that she threw herself into making sure that the fundraiser was a success. The fact that she was making such a sacrifice for the radio station touched his heart and proved to him even more that she was a good person deep down inside. She
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