More Than This: Contemporary Christian Romance Novel

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smiled. “Oh, well. Some things are worth it.”

Chapter 5
     
    “He came,” Mia said the next night as Liz caught her up on the events of the previous evening, “here, and you… did what? Freaked out? Poured coffee all over him? What?”
    “No. We talked.”
    Mia crossed her arms. “About what?”
    This part was still a little unbelievable even to Liz. “About God and philosophy and being stuck in life.”
    “You talked about all of that, and he didn’t ask for your number?”
    Liz laughed.
    “Girl, you got some serious issues on your hands. Is he coming back tonight?”
    Not wanting Mia to see the hope, Liz wiped off the counter. “He said he might, but I don’t know. It was all so weird, you know? Like getting visited by Spider Man or Bat Man or something.”
    “Oooo, give me a super hero any day of the week, and I would gladly dump my man.”
    “Yeah, right. Oscar’s a good guy, and you know it.”
    “Yeah, but let’s face it, honey, once you’ve followed him into the bathroom in the morning, all the mystery is gone.”
    Liz laughed. “Gee, Mi. TMI already. TMI.”
    “You and me both, girl. You and me both.”
    The bells on the door jingled, and both of them looked up to a very sheepish looking Jake. He ducked and took one more step in as if he had been caught stealing the good china. “Hi.”
    Unfortunately Liz’s sanity had gotten snagged in the nice blue button down shirt and the way it brought out the ice blue of his eyes. Next to her, Mia hit her with her elbow, and Liz yanked back to reality. “Oh, hi.” How did that sound? Right? Wrong? Desperate? Like she’d been waiting for him? Or like she’d forgotten all about the kiss they had shared where he was now standing, which she totally and most definitely had not. “Um, would you like a table or a booth?”
    Why she asked it, she would never, ever know. Maybe because she asked everyone. Maybe because her mind was no longer thinking clearly. Maybe because his smile had scattered every sane part of her. Or maybe a combination of all of them.
    “Hm.” Mia cleared her throat. “Isn’t it about time for your break, Liz?”
    “What?” Liz turned not understanding anything including that it was not time for her break for at least another hour.
    “Your break. You were going to take one now,” Mia said, pushing her to the end of the counter although Liz hardly felt herself moving.
    “Oh. Y-yeah. I was.” And then she was standing right in front of him. The sun poured in through the windows above and through the door making him seem bathed in a halo of white and golden light. Or maybe that was just her imagination, she couldn’t quite tell. “Um, that is, if you don’t… mind?”
                 
    Jake couldn’t believe his luck. He’d been trying on the six shirts he owned for the last hour, hoping she might consider taking some of her break with him. It was fortune too great to question. “Sure. Shall we?” He swept his hand in front of him, and with a soft smile, she stepped where he had offered. As they headed to his table, he leaned into her, over her shoulder. “I know this really great little table at this great little place. It’s out of the way and the wait staff is really top notch.”
    That seemed to make her relax. She beamed a smile up at him. “Sounds great.”
    At the table she took one side and he took his usual. Once down she surveyed him.
    “Still no shape-shifting, I see.” Her gaze noted the empty table.
    He spread his hands across it as if clearing it. “No. No shape-shifting tonight.”
    Liz nodded, looking like she was going to question that, but she didn’t.
    “So,” he said seriously wishing he was better at this, “did you make it to class this morning?”
    “I did. Did you make it to work on time?”
    “A pot of coffee and two toothpicks keeping my eyelids open, but yeah, I made it.”
    She leaned forward then, crossing her hands as she pulled forward on her elbows. She had this way

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