practically lived at the house, and her husband, Brother Clyde. This couple, married for forty years, had been one of the mentors of the Montgomery marriage, and at times Vivian wondered if it would have lasted without them. Other Kingdom Citizens’ members around the table included Darius Crenshaw, the minister of music, and his sister Tanya, who worked with the youth ministry. Next to Tanya was Stacy, a good friend and fellow worker in the youth ministry. Stacy dreamed of changing her title from “friend” of Tanya’s to “sister-in-law.” Her sly yet seductive glances to Dariusthroughout the meal underlined this fact. Rounding out the dinner guests was Cy (not only pronounced “sigh” but evoking many) Taylor, Derrick’s associate minister, confidant and friend.
Cy was a bit of a phenomenon at Kingdom Citizens’ for many reasons. First, he was one of the most intelligent men Derrick had ever met, having graduated summa cum laude from Howard University with a degree in Business Administration. He’d received his master’s in Organizational Leadership from Biola University and had been an irreplaceable asset to Derrick and the ministry since joining the team full-time, three years ago. Secondly, he was a man of integrity—gracious, unpretentious and humble. He was one of those rare breeds of men unafraid to show his emotions. People felt special around Cy.
Then there was his outward appearance. Cy Taylor was one of the finest men God ever created. When God stepped back and said “it is good,” his eye had rested on Cy. At six-two, with bedroom eyes, cupid-shaped lips and a dimple, Cy wasn’t just handsome; he was fine. Or as Stacy said it, “faeye’een,” figuring that one syllable just wasn’t enough.
Cy was wealthy. He’d made his money as a financial advisor for a large investment company and, following his own advice and intuition, had invested heavily in the computer and Internet markets when both were in their infancy. When he sold his Internet stock several years later, he was a millionaire many times over. That was when he decided to leave the business world and assist Derrick and Kingdom Citizens’ full-time. He was adored, admired and envied by men and women alike. He was God’s man, single and celibate.
Derrick blessed the food, and everyone filled their plates. Mother Moseley had taken only a few bites before starting a litany of anecdotes from her Sunday service observations.
“Lawd a’mercy,” she said, wiping her mouth on a napkin. “It’s just pitiful how these women keep throwing themselvesat the man, just pi-ti-ful!” She looked at Cy and shook her head.
Cy knew what was coming. Although he would have preferred to not be the topic, he couldn’t help but laugh at the comical and accurate way she told a story.
As usual, groups of people milled about after church, with more than a few waiting on a chance to see and or speak to Cy Taylor. One of the regulars was Millicent Sims, who’d been in hot pursuit of Cy since he joined the ministry. Unfortunately for Cy, he’d made the mistake of going out with her a few times, and although he thought she was a wonderful person, he discovered quickly she was not his wife to be. And a wife was just what Cy was looking for. Millicent, however, felt differently and had made it her mission in life to become Mrs. Taylor. She tried everything, including becoming active in every area of ministry even remotely affiliated with the man. When she found out the bookstore fell under his branch of leadership in the church, she became the manager. If Cy pledged a thousand dollars for something the ministry needed, she’d also pledge a thousand, even though for her this often meant a bank loan. When he signed up for the singles cruise to the Bahamas, she booked a ticket. When he offered to conduct a seminar to educate church members on investment, budgets and economic freedom, Millicent volunteered to be the coordinator. She always dressed