Love at Last. Irene Brand
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a sharp breath and her pulse raced.
As if Lorene’s surprise appearance hadn’t dealt his vulnerability a near-fatal blow, Perry Saunders continued, “You’ll have to forgive Alma—she’s overprotective of me. Come in.” He motioned toward his office.
Lorene’s yearning eyes swept his beautifully proportioned body from the neatly shod feet to his extraordinary eyes, as dark as black onyx, to the thick silvery-gray hair that fell loosely over his forehead before it tapered neatly to the collar of his dark business suit. Stunned by this unexpected encounter, she was powerless to do anything except nod and move toward him. Tense fingers tightened on the handle of her briefcase as she walked on trembling legs into a comfortable room with high ceilings, long, heavily draped windows and modern oak office furnishings.
Perry closed the door and, thinking her legs might not support her much longer, Lorene dropped quickly to a couch at the left of the desk. She looked upward and slowly studied each feature of the face that, except in her dreams, she hadn’t seen for twenty years. Perry had a long, lean face, high cheekbones and a straight, prominent nose. Except for the gray hair, she couldn’t see that he’d aged at all. The last time she’d seen Perry, his hair had been jet-black.
“I’ve always wondered what you’d look like with gray hair,” she said evenly, proud of herself that the emotional shock of seeing him wasn’t evident in her voice.
Perry’s neat gray mustache framed a sensitive, well-shaped mouth that widened into a smile. Sitting beside Lorene, he took her hand, and his eyes hungrily scanned each of her features. Thick dark hair fell gracefully over shapely shoulders, and her eyes of gray and green shades glowed with wonder and surprise at meeting him again. Lorene was tall and well proportioned with a slender waist, no heavier than she’d been when she was twenty. She looked just as he remembered—generously curved lips, delicate bone structure, dainty nose and long black eyelashes that splayed over rosy skin. She wore black dress pants, a red blazer and black pumps rather than the jeans and sweatshirts she’d preferred when he’d known her.
The most profound difference was in her character. In her teens, Lorene had been insecure, possessing low self-esteem, mostly because she had a domineering father who wouldn’t give her the freedom to think for herself. It was apparent that the years had brought an inner strength that hadn’t lessened her determination or marred her delicate beauty.
Lorene squirmed under his intense scrutiny, and he said lightly, “No gray in your hair, I see.”
“Thanks to my beautician,” she admitted with a slight smile. Then surprise and disbelief overspread her face, and she cried out, “You’re teaching in a Christian college! What happened to your engineering studies?”
“I finished my engineering degree, but I later went to seminary, received my doctorate in Bible studies ten years ago and came to teach in Woodston.”
She wanted to ask why he’d changed his profession. Instead she said, “I’m sorry I lost my temper with your secretary, but I still intend to return the retainer the commission sent and be on my way.”
Perry tightened his grip on her hand and said quickly, “When I’ve wondered for years where you were, do you think I’ll let you walk out of my life again? Tell me what disturbed you this afternoon. Most people consider Woodston a friendly town.”
“At Mr. Kincaid’s bank I was passed from one employee to another until a secretary told me he wasn’t available this afternoon and sent me here. She said that the vice chair of the commission was at this office. She didn’t mention your name, and by that time I was too annoyed to ask.”
“If you’d known I was the one you were to see, would you have come?”
The question was as sharp as a knife wound in her heart. She lowered her head. When she didn’t know the answer herself, how could she respond? She was suddenly overcome with an uncontrollable urge to leave this town. She’d run away from Perry once before, and she had even more reason to leave him now. Standing, she pulled her hand from his.
“No, Perry, I wouldn’t have. I’ll refund the deposit to the bicentennial commission and leave. You’ll be able to find another public relations firm closer to Woodston. I don’t know why we were contacted in the first place.”
With an indulgent smile, Perry said, “Mr. Kincaid has political ambitions, and he thought if he hired a nationally known PR firm, he might gain out-of-state recognition.”
Inching toward the door, Lorene said, “I’ll recommend a good company in Louisville that can provide as much publicity as my firm can.”
She had her hand on the doorknob, but Perry moved in front of the door and barred her exit.
“Lorene,” Perry said as he softly cupped her chin with his warm hand and lifted her face so that their eyes met and gazes held. “I’m not concerned with Woodston receiving national recognition.” There was a look of unflinching determination on his face. “But I do care about us. You walked out on me once, and I’ve never forgotten the emptiness that caused in my life.” His voice became pleading in its intensity. “It’s okay if you don’t want to represent Woodston, but stay a few days for me. I think you owe me that much.”
She closed her eyes against the entreaty in his voice, her heart aching with pain. Did he think he was the only one who’d been hurt? And he had no idea how much she did owe him! Would she ever tell him? Lorene’s heart and emotions demanded that she stay in Woodston, but her intellect shouted that she should put the past behind her as quickly as she could. She’d built a life without Perry Saunders. Besides, if he knew the secret she harbored, he wouldn’t want her to stay.
His hand slid over her cheek in a wistful gesture and Lorene opened her eyes. The moment of decision was crucial. A familiar smile hovered in Perry’s dark eyes, and in spite of the warning that hammered in her brain, Lorene nodded tensely. “Well, I’m not staying a few days, but we can talk for a few hours.”
Perry’s heart warmed when she yielded to his pleading, though he was instantly sorry he’d asked her to stay. His life wasn’t his own anymore. When he’d committed to full-time Christian service, Perry had repudiated his love for Lorene. Would being with her again distract him from his chosen profession? He didn’t know, but he was happy that his prayers had been answered. Humorously, he thought that God might have gotten tired of his entreaties. Not a day had passed since she’d left him that Perry hadn’t asked God to take care of Lorene and allow him to see her again.
Lorene moved toward the chair in front of his desk, but he said, “Let’s sit on the couch where it’s more comfortable. I’ll have Alma bring us something to drink. Coffee?”
She wasn’t keen about sitting beside him, but she moved to the maroon leather couch and answered, “That will be fine. I take it black.”
“Yes, I remember.”
He turned on the intercom, gave the order and joined her at a discreet distance on the couch. Now that she’d gotten over her initial surprise at seeing Perry, Lorene had her emotions under control, and she was eager to find out what he’d been doing, too.
When Alma entered with a tray and placed it on the low table in front of them, Lorene smiled at her and said, “I’m not usually so short-tempered, and I apologize for my rudeness. I know it isn’t ethical to break the verbal contract our company made with Woodston, so I’ll not back out of our agreement. But since I’ve gotten off on the wrong foot already, I’ll send another representative to work with the commission.”
A pleasant smile lighted Alma’s face, transforming her rather plain features. “Professor Saunders is chairman of his department, and many salesmen and others drop in to chat when he’s busy. I try to steer people away when I can, but I do get carried away sometimes. I had no idea who you were. Mr. Cranston was the initial contact from your agency.”
Lorene sipped gratefully on the hot beverage Alma had poured. “Kenneth Cranston accepted another job quite suddenly and didn’t give me any advance notice. My other employees are busy elsewhere, so it was