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solution.”
    “Sounds good.”
Jane smiled a little too.
    Isaac resumed his
spot at the podium with a bounce in his step. His smile was slightly out of
line with the data on families in crisis he quoted. And considering the thin
line Jane was walking, her smile felt a little out of line as well.
    The last half of
class flew by. Jane found her notes harder to concentrate on and Isaac easier
to watch.
    Jane lingered at
the back of the class until the rest of the students had filtered out. When the
room was empty Isaac joined her. “I have to head back to town.” He ran his hand
through his hair.
    Jane’s heart sank.
“Oh, okay.”
    “You head back to
town too, right?
    “Yes.” Jane sat up
straighter.
    “We could meet at
Starbucks.”
    “Yes, let’s.”
    “To talk about how
you can be a light right now.” Isaac kept her eyes locked in his as he spoke.
    “Of course.” Jane
blushed again, she just knew it, but, at the same time, she didn’t mind.
    Jane and Isaac
left the classroom.
    She followed him
into town, admiring his aging Range Rover. She had a light, fluttering feeling
in her chest for the first time in days. As sure as she was that it was against
Bible school rules, she was fairly certain this was a date.
    Her suspicions
were confirmed when he paid for the grande non-fat latte, decaf, that she
ordered.
    The aroma of
fresh-brewed Starbucks, warm pastry, and Isaac, standing close to her, made
Jane forget, for a moment, that she was still a mess from work.
    Once they sat
down, Isaac appeared more confident, and younger too. The diffident, unsure
manner he had used to invite her to coffee had been replaced by a cheerful
smile and a more relaxed voice. Plus he had left his jacket in the car.
    He leaned forward
in his chair with his elbows on the table. “So you have more problems right now
than you expected on Monday, I’d say.”
    “I do. I don’t
know how it spun out of control so fast, but I’m kind of up a creek.”
    “Because you are
expected to work for no pay, right?” Isaac picked up his paper cup and held it
in front of his mouth, blowing lightly into the lid.
    “Exactly.” Jane
copied his motion, but not on purpose. The warm cup was a comfort. She took a
sip that was still too hot.
    “Do you have a
lawyer?”
    Jane choked on her
coffee. “A lawyer? Far from it. Why would I need a lawyer?”
    “If you need to
quit working for them to pick up more clients to meet your bills, the family
might make things difficult. Well, only if they truly believe you are being
paid still or have been paid in advance.” Isaac’s jaw tensed.
    “I can’t imagine
who would sue me.” Jane furrowed her brow. She had expected him to recommend
some Bible verses, to pray with her, to make small talk.
    “Sorry. My dad is
a small claims court judge so problems tend to appear litigious to me. They
might not sue, but even if they don’t you still have trouble.”
    “Yes. Well…I am
seeking new clients now so that should help. And you haven’t given any homework
yet, so, you know, I’ve got time.”
    Isaac grinned.
“Yeah…I haven’t. Do you think that crowd would do homework?”
    “What do you
mean?” Jane blew into the lid of her coffee. She wanted to hear what his
thoughts on the little Bible school were. Her own concept had been so recently
called into question.
    “Well…” Isaac
flushed. “I mean it’s not exactly Harvard, is it?”
    “I suppose it
can’t draw quite the same caliber of professor.”
    Isaac shifted in
his seat. “Touché.”
    “Sorry. I didn’t
mean that. What do you think about this school? What’s the deal with it?”
    “You tell me.
You’re a student there.”
    “I’ll say this
much: The catalogue made it look like a great training school for someone who
wanted to serve overseas.”
    “It is that.”
    Relief swept over
Jane. She tilted her head from side to side, stretching her neck out. That was
all she wanted to hear. She was well-trained for the mission