Just Like Heaven

Just Like Heaven by Barbara Bretton

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toward the house. “I should let you get back to your family.”
    Maybe it was the smell of lilac or the buttery warm sunshine spilling over them. Maybe it was lack of depth perception or temporary insanity, but she leaned toward him just as he leaned toward her and a friendly kiss on the cheek became a quick brush of her lips against his.
    They leaped back, startled and wide-eyed. She mumbled something and he mumbled something else in return. One of the things they mumbled must have been good-bye, because seconds later he was sprinting across the driveway to his car and she was beating a hasty retreat to the front door.
    Her mother was waiting for her in the doorway, and from the look on her face it was clear Maeve had seen the whole embarrassing incident.
    “Don’t say a word,” Kate warned her. “Not one single word.”
    Maeve didn’t have to. Her smile said it all.
    As far as Maeve was concerned, the red lace thong had worked its magic.
     
It was after eight when Mark finally got home. As a rule the first thing he did was start a pot of coffee, strip off his collar, and flip on the television, but today he headed straight for the computer.
    Did high-speed Internet connections have their own patron saint? If not, they should. His e-mail was downloaded and ready seconds after he walked through the door.
     
TO: [email protected]
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: RE: revised contract attached
     
forwarded the contract to bishop clennon. hope house sale still going okay. I’d start packing if I were you. we need you back here asap
    did you ever find the owner of that box of docs? inquiring minds etc
    Maggy
     
Friendship between a man and a woman could be a tricky thing in the best of times. He had never lied to Maggy, even with half-truths, but he wasn’t sure how much of this afternoon with Kate he was willing to reveal.
    A few e-mail newsletters. The requisite spam. A half-dozen notes from clergy friends, congratulating him on rejoining the fold after his prolonged sabbatical.
    But nothing from Kate French.
    He had no business being disappointed. The woman was only a few hours out of the hospital. She had other things to do besides write e-mails to an Episcopal priest between assignments. They had nothing in common. Just because God had brought them together at a critical moment didn’t mean they were going to become pen pals. She didn’t have to do it, but she had asked him to lunch. Wasn’t that enough? What was he expecting, menu approval?
    Still, he had really thought she would write to him. Something had happened between them this afternoon, something worth noting.
    What’s stopping you, chief? If you have something to say, there’s the keyboard.
    He’d start with the easy stuff.
     
TO: [email protected]
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: RE: info
     
There’s a place in heaven for you, friend, and a steak dinner w/all trimmings at The Old Grist Mill tomorrow night for you and Marcy.
    Thanks.
MK
     
Build up to something a little more substantive.
     
TO: [email protected]
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: RE: meeting
     
The Unitarians say we can use their meeting place at the corner of Locust and Grant from 5-7 p.m. Friday night. Would you post it to the list? See you then.
    MK
    Then get down to the real business at hand.
     
TO: [email protected]
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT:[no subject]
     
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He was hopeless. He couldn’t even come up with a workable subject header, much less a coherent message. She had him tied up in knots, knocked completely off center. The sweet fresh smell of her skin, the way she had looked in the sunlight, the full-bodied sound of her laughter. Stronger men had been felled by weaker arsenals.
    And that kiss . . . what was that all about? He hadn’t planned it, and from the look on her face neither had she, but it had happened just the same. He had spent his career trying to explain the coexistence

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