The Pastor's Heart - By Desiree Future Page 0,2

you go again, Desmond?” Sinclair rolled her eyes.

Desmond was looking for love so he agreed to be featured in the article of single power attorneys. As fate would have it, Robyn was reassigned at the last minute to be the writer for the magazine’s biggest issue. She was certain that this would help boost her writing career and she would definitely make a name for herself. Who knew that after extensive interviews that the two would fall in love.

“What? I am just a concerned colleague.” Desmond replied in an innocent way.

“Okay, let me clean this up,” Robyn jumped back in the conversation. “What he means to say is we are the family you never had and that gives us the right to be all up in your business. Professional and personal. Now what?” Robyn quipped as she wriggled her finger in Sinclair’s face.

“Okay, if you must know. I planned on going away for the weekend. The man I was going to spend that time with is so fine and sexy; he looks like he should be on the front of one of those steamy men’s magazines. And he does not have a six pack. No, no. He has one, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight to be exact.” Sinclair gestured as if counting in the air.

“What?” Robyn was totally stunned.

In the most seductive way possible Sinclair described just how things would happen. “He speaks sweet nothings into my ear as I smile and blush. He hits all the rights spots when he touches me with his amazing hands. I get tingles just thinking about him.” Robyn sat on the edge of her chair with her mouth wide open. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, let alone, coming from Sinclair Madison. How had she let this unknown man slip through her fingers without first interrogating him? Robyn thought.

“Oh and his name is Ricardo and he is my masseuse at the spa I was going to for the weekend. My cancellation fee was one hundred dollars. Now pay up.” Sinclair said as she held her hand out to Desmond. She sat watching Robyn’s bewildered face after realizing that they had just been had.

Sinclair had been planning her mini vacation for months and she was heading out of town right after she stopped for some last minute items from the store. She had planned a nice spa weekend at a hotel in Virginia to get away from her stressful life. She would get a full body massage, followed by a rejuvenating facial, then move on to a mani and pedi followed by a nice dinner. Sinclair was clearly lost in her thoughts so that she didn’t even notice Desmond trying to get her attention.

“Why do you have to be a hostile witness?” Desmond laughed as he reached for his wallet and handed Sinclair a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

Robyn started laughing her head off. “You are not right Sinclair.”

“Excuse me, but your husband here, told me to answer questions as they were posed to me and I did exactly that. So now what?” Sinclair was laughing so hard she almost cried because she had gotten them both really good.

“We should do a girl’s weekend to the spa. That would be so much fun,” Robyn suggested as she took a bite of her cheesecake.

“I would love to, but for the next few weekends, I’m tied up. That’s why this weekend was perfect.” Sinclair replied while staring at one of the old records displayed by her booth seat.

By the time; I get on the highway and fight traffic, I would have already missed most of the things I had planned to do.” Sinclair explained.

“It’s only four o’clock now.” Desmond said while looking at his watch. “If you leave now you may just beat traffic, if only by thirty minutes though.”

“It’s Friday and I rather not fight the traffic this late in the day. I’ll go another time,” Sinclair said, turning her attention back to Desmond.

“You should go, you might just meet someone there and come back with a little chocolate on your arms,” Robyn said, giving Sinclair a wicked smile.

“You should really let me set you up on a blind date with one of my friends. All of my friends are good guys, trust me,” Desmond said to Sinclair, knowing good and well what her response was going to be.

“No,” Sinclair simply responded while sipping on her drink.

“It’s been about two years since you and what’s his face broke up. Don’t you