“Hello, Pastor.”
“Sister Pearl, it’s nice to see you. That song you sang was beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before.”
She smiled at the compliment and felt an unwelcome surge of excitement within her. “Thank you. I wrote it. It’s my gift to the bride and groom.”
What am I doing? Pearl wondered to herself. She glanced up at him to find Wade watching her.
She searched for something to say. “The ceremony was nice, don’t you think?”
He agreed. “Are you staying for the reception?”
“Yes. Why?”
“I thought this would be a good time to get to know each other. I want you to see that I’m really not a bad person.”
A delicious shudder heated her body. “Pastor, I never thought you were a bad person. Just old-fashioned and judgmental.”
He laughed, surprising her. “Are you always this blunt?”
“It’s the only way I know how to be. What you see is what you get when it comes to me.”
“I’m not so sure I agree with that,” he replied cryptically.
Folding her arms across her chest, Pearl uttered, “Excuse me?”
“It’s not a bad thing, by any means. I just meant, there’s a lot more to you than meets the eye.”
She cleared her throat, pretending not to be affected by his words. “Everyone is going into the reception,” Pearl stated. “We should find our tables.”
She chewed on her bottom lip as Wade escorted her into the Cypress Ballroom where they discovered that they were assigned to the same table. “Looks like we’re going to be sitting together,” Pearl said. She was filled with a strange inner excitement.
He smiled in response. “This confirms that we should get to know each other.”
“If you say so, Pastor.”
Wade guided her over to their table and pulled out a chair for her.
“Thank you,” Pearl murmured as she sat down, her heart hammering foolishly.
I’ve got to stop this, she told herself. She watched him as he dropped down into the chair beside her, noting how handsome Wade looked in the black suit he was wearing. It fit him as if it had been designed just for him.
Pearl was totally entranced by his compelling personage. Too bad he’s not my type.
“I have to admit that I’m very surprised to see you here,” she confessed. “Are you a friend of the bride or the groom?”
“The bride,” Wade responded. “Cassie Green’s family and I go way back. Her father is actually the reason I applied to Lakeview Baptist in the first place. He told me the church needed a pastor.”
“I didn’t know that.” Switching topics, she asked, “Have you ever been here before? To Mackinac Island?”
Shaking his head, Wade responded, “This is my first time.”
“So did you enjoy taking the ferry over?” No cars were allowed on the island, so guests were delivered to the church via horse-drawn carriages.
He nodded. “I couldn’t imagine an island without cars, but it’s nice and scenic over here.”
After the bride and groom danced the first time as husband and wife, it was time for the other guests to join them on the dance floor. Pearl and Wade found themselves alone at their table.
“This is probably a silly question,” she asked, “but do you dance?”
“I love dancing. I just haven’t done it in a long time.”
She eyed him in amazement.
“What?”
“I guess I expected you to say that you didn’t know how,” she confessed, pushing back a strand of hair. “I’m shocked, but then again, I haven’t seen you dance. I’m not sure you have any rhythm.”
Wade laughed. “Why? Because you think I’m such a stuffed shirt?”
Grinning, Pearl responded, “Something like that.”
“Sister Pearl, I’ve never claimed to be a saint. I’m far from it.”
She gave him a sidelong glance. “So do you want to give it a try? Would you like to dance with me?”
“Sure.”
Pearl stood up, waiting for Wade to escort her to the dance floor. She walked slowly, her body swaying to the music. “I love this song.”
Wade took her to the middle of the dance floor and began moving to the music.
She was impressed. He was a really good dancer.
The song ended and another began while they were still on the dance floor. Wade didn’t guide Pearl back to their table until a slow song came on.
“I have to confess I didn’t think you had it in you.”
Stroking his chin, Wade responded, “Miss Lockhart, believe it or not, I actually know how to have a good time.”
“What constitutes a good time to you?” she questioned. “What is it that you do for fun?”
“I read.”
“Something other than the Bible?”
Wade chuckled. “I happen to enjoy mystery thrillers and I read a lot of science fiction, too.”
The warmth of his smile echoed in his voice. “Interesting. Who’s your favorite author?”
“James Patterson. I’m reading his latest novel at the moment. Tell me, what do you do for fun?”
“I love the water so I spend a lot of time at the beach during the summer,” she responded. “I’m a history buff so I’m always taking tours and doing research. And, of course, I love music.”
“I love history myself. In fact, I’ve been reading some books on the history of Detroit.”
“Have you ever been to the Charles H. Wright Museum of African-American History?”
“I plan on going. I’ve heard the exhibits are fantastic.”
Pearl agreed. “My favorite is the one where you travel through time. You start your journey in prehistoric Africa. Then you watch the evolution of ancient civilizations. I got really emotional crossing the Atlantic Ocean—”
“The middle passage,” Wade interjected.
She nodded. “That part of our history is painful but it’s also an inspiration to me when I think of our ancestors fighting to end the horrors of bondage and striving to build a legacy of freedom for future generations. You definitely have to see it, Pastor.”
“I’d like to experience that journey.” Wade held her gaze. “Is there anything else I should see?”
“I’m sure you’ve been to the Motown Museum, right?” Pearl glanced over at his well-defined profile. Wade was a good-looking man, she couldn’t deny that.
“I have,” he confirmed. “I’ve also been to the original Dunbar Memorial Hospital.”
“When the hospitals denied care to African-Americans, several doctors formed the Allied Medical Society, who then acquired the Charles W. Warren House and converted it into a hospital in 1917. Dunbar Hospital didn’t just provide care, they also sponsored nurses’ training classes and internships for graduate students. Did you know that?”
“You really are into your history, aren’t you?”
She broke into a grin. “I told you. I love