Someone to Trust by Lesa Henderson Read Free Book Online Page B

frustrated prayer, “Lord, are there any honorable and trustworthy men out there?”

Chapter Six
    Over the next two days, Megan called often to check on Sir’s progress. She even stopped by the clinic on two occasions, managing both times to avoid Lee. On both her visits, Sir begged her pitifully, with his sweet woeful eyes, to take him home. On the last visit, Cindy had extracted a promise from her to meet for lunch. Megan agreed that when Sir was due to come home, she would first meet Cindy for lunch and afterward follow her back to the clinic to retrieve her beloved Great Dane.
    So, on Friday, Megan and Cindy met at the Laurel Ridge Deli. They’d arranged it so they arrived before the lunch crowd and were able to get an outdoor table. The sun had helped remove most of the morning chill, and though it could not yet be considered warm, it was still pleasant.
    “What’s with the smile?” Cindy asked from across the table causing Megan to realize she’d been daydreaming a bit.
    “I was just thinking how lucky I am to be living here.” Megan spoke what was in her heart.
    “You mean how blessed you are.”
    “Okay,” Megan conceded with another smile and a shrug. “Blessed.”
    “I’m serious, Meg. The Bible declares that God appoints our steps. In other words, He directs our every step. He brought you here.” Cindy used every opportunity to gently nudge Megan toward the love of God. She never did it in an overbearing fashion so Megan wasn’t offended and knew Cindy was genuinely concerned. Theirs was a friendship built on years and trust. Perhaps, that was why Megan could never take issue with her dear friend, even if she was unable to see things in the same light as Cindy.
    “Well either way, it’s a long way from Atlanta,” Megan admitted.
    “Yes, it is. Speaking of Atlanta, how’s your mom?”
    “She’s doing well. I’ve haven’t gotten to talk to her as often lately.” Megan grew thoughtful for a moment.
    “That’s odd. Usually if you haven’t called her in a timely fashion, she’s calling you to see why.”
    Megan nodded. “And if she doesn’t get me then—”
    “She calls me,” Cindy finished, with a laugh.
    “I know. Sorry.”
    “No, you’re not and you don’t need to be. Your mom’s great. You’ve been through a lot together.”
    “Yeah,” Megan agreed softly, thinking of her mom and how she pulled them through after her dad’s desertion and death. She’d shown remarkable strength and character. Instead of simply carrying on with life and living comfortably from her husband’s insurance policy, her mother made some life-altering decisions. She’d gone to real estate school, sold the big house and bought something moderate, but nice, for the two of them. She moved them into it and began a career at which she excelled and still loved today.
    “She’s amazing,” Cindy said, as if reading her mind.
    Megan smiled. “That she is. She’s a rock.”
    “Not to mention smart, beautiful and talented.”
    “Yes, she is,” Megan proudly agreed a second time. For a few minutes, Megan was lost in memories of her mom raising her, showering her with love, teaching her to be independent and to think for herself, all while showing her how to have integrity and character.
    After a few moments of comfortable silence, their sandwiches were delivered. Just as Megan took a bite of her sandwich, Cindy abruptly changed the subject.
    “So, what do you think of Lee Grainger?”
    Megan choked, spewing sandwich pieces across the table as she did. The other pieces went down her throat in such a fashion she began to cough. After a few hearty pats on the back from Cindy and a couple of swallows of soda, Megan was able to breathe again.
    “Are you all right now?”
    Megan nodded. “Yeah, I’m sorry I spit my food on you.”
    “No problem. I’m a mother and accustomed to being spit on.” Cindy laughed, but not being one who was easily dissuaded, returned to the question. “As I was asking