window downstairs now sat in the middle of her office gracing the huge area. The abundance of light from the windows made Miss Marjorie’s picture stand out even more on the wall as well as her picture of the Eiffel Tower in Paris where she dreamt of going one day.
As soon as she hit the top of the sta irs she saw something that made her smile. She gasped at the sight of the colorful orchids sitting in a vase on her desk.
“Sinclair, Just Because, Kingston,” the note read.
Sinclair immediately dialed Kingston’s office number and waited for his secretary to put him on the phone.
“They are lovely.” She said as soon as he got on the phone.
“I was beginning to think y ou didn’t like them. I know they were delivered two hours ago,” Kingston said while sitting at his desk with his feet up.
“I was in court thi s morning and I just got back. They’re beautiful.” Sinclair said as she smelled the orchids.
“How did you know I love orchids?” Sinclair felt like God was surely shining down on her because he could not stop smiling.
“I watched how you tended to your garden and you gave exceptional care to the orchids you had planted. I figured those were your babies,” he answered her while reviewing some papers.
“ Well you figured right because they are my favorite flowers Mr. Carter, or should I say Pastor Carter.” She joked.
“ To answer your question that I know is coming. Just because is, just because I was thinking of you. I don’t believe it has to be a holiday, birthday or any other special day just to do something nice for someone. Just because you made me smile on our date is reason enough for me.” Kingston explained while smiling to himself. He could hear the happiness in Sinclair’s voice.
“That’s so sweet of you Kingston. I just wanted to thank you.” Sinclair said fighting back her tears because she had never received flowers before. “I was having one of those roller coaster days and this made it all better.”
“I’m glad I can be of service,” he paused before continuing. “Sinclair?”
“Yes,” she answered softly.
“ There’s a nice jazz festival this weekend if you’re interested,” Kingston was really praying she’d say yes.
Ever since their first date he could not stop thinking about her. She was fine as ever and their conversation had lasted into the wee hours of the morning. Her curvaceous figure and the way she wore her dress showed pure confidence. He loved a woman that oozed confidence, not arrogance.
Sinclair had swag and she didn’t even know it. And those legs that went on forever drove Kingston insane.
“Jazz festival sounds great , but I have to drive up to Bel Air, MD this weekend to pick up items that are being donated to my agency from two different churches.” Sinclair really wanted to go to the festival and she really wanted to see Kingston again.
Kingston tried his best not to sound disappointed. “Maybe another time?”
Sinclair went out on a limb and said. “How about a road trip and lunch instead?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Kingston wasn’t about to pass up the chance to be with Sinclair no matter what he had to do.
While Sinclair i s talking to Kingston, Sasha handed her a note.
“Oh, wow. I have to go back to court now. They want me back on the stand in an hour.” She said in an exasperated voice. “This is the part of my job I so hate.”
“I thought you loved what you do. Why do you hate it so much?” Kingston asked confused.
“Whether you believe it or not, I hate public speaking. For some reason it scares me and I don’t know why. It just does.” She revealed to Kingston while preparing to leave her office.
“Well you must be speaking very we ll because it has gotten you this far. I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he reassured her.
“Thanks , I really appreciate that. I have to go now, but I’ll pick you up on Saturday about