Finding Faith by Tabatha Vargo Read Free Book Online Page B

already told you I thought you were pretty.”
    I didn’t mention the fact that I
was also trying to get under her dad’s skin. I somehow didn’t think
that would fly over well with her.
    “ But we’re so different,” she
said.
    She couldn’t have been more
right.
    “ Opposites attract. Don’t you find
me attractive?” I asked.
    I’d seen the way she looked at me
when she didn’t think I noticed. I’d seen girls look at me that way
before and all of them had tried to get a piece of me at some
point. Not that I was complaining or holding out, but still, I knew
a girl who was attracted to me when I saw one.
    She didn’t answer. I’d bet money
that she was all huddled up in those restricting clothes, hiding
from her parents like a five-year-old. And I’d also bet that she
was ten shades of red since all she seemed to do was
blush.
    “ I’m going to take that as a yes.
Besides, it would just be a friend thing. Listen, don’t think about
it. I’ll see you at the church on Wednesday, and don’t worry about
the flowers. I’m just glad you didn’t get into any more
trouble.”
    I hung up the phone with a big
goofy smile on my face and plans to make the preacher man
crazy.

    The following Wednesday, there
wasn’t any outside work that needed to be done around the church.
Sister Francis loved her flower garden and a few ladies around the
church had praised me for my gardening skills that I had no idea I
possessed.
    I got stuck in a back room, filing
papers. It didn’t sound like much of a job, but after thirty
minutes of that crap, I was dying to get outside to work in the
sun. The room was too small and smelled like old lady’s perfume.
Every couple of minutes, I’d feel like I couldn’t breathe and my
eyes would water from the sickly sweet smell.
    An hour later, I was done filing
and headed over to Sister Francis to see if there was anything she
needed. I stepped into the kids’ room and was caught off guard by
Faith dancing around.
    I stood in the doorway and watched
from afar as she laughed and shook her hips with the kids to some
kiddie music about Jesus. Her smile was real, her happiness
genuine. It was beautiful to watch.
    She raised her hands above her head
and shook them around. Her skirt lifted, revealing tiny feet and
ankles. It was about that time that my mind shifted and I started
imagining what her knees looked like, her thighs, her flat stomach,
and from that point, the thoughts only got worse. I was so caught
up daydreaming about Faith naked that I hadn’t even realized she’d
stopped dancing and was talking to me.
    “ Finn? Is there anything I can do
for you?” She had her hands on her hips and looked at me like I was
nuts.
    Maybe I was. I’d just caught myself
fantasizing about the pastor’s daughter. That could never end
well.
    “ Finn?” she asked again
loudly.
    Little snickers sounded from the
kids around us.
    “ Yeah. I was curious if Sister
Francis needed me to do anything. I’m all done filing.”
    “ Actually, I could use your help
in here if you need something to do.” She smiled.
    She seemed to smile at me a lot
more than she did before the whole flower incident.
    “ Okay. What can I do?” I
asked.
    I spent the rest of the time
playing with the kids. I hadn’t been around kids since my last
foster home. Those foster parents had entirely too many kids, so me
and four others who were younger than me slept in one room. It was
obviously those people just wanted the state checks that came with
us.
    I kind of liked spending time with
the kids. They were funny and asked a lot of questions. I found
myself laughing with them quite a bit. And every now and again,
when she didn’t think I was looking, I’d see Faith smiling over at
me. She really was beautiful, inside and out. I was pretty good at
seeing through people, and when I looked at her, all I saw was
goodness. She was selfless. I could tell by the way she treated the
kids. There wasn’t a bad bone in her body.

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