was Godâs direction. Adrian could have been a poster child for trustworthiness. Unlike her, he was stable enough to have bought his own house as a single man, while she was barely in a position to rent. He worked at a job heâd had for a long time. He even visited his mother often.
Since theyâd parted that afternoon, Celeste had told herself over and over that all heâd been wasâ¦nice. Heâd given her no reason to doubt his sincerity, and no reason to think he was anything other than what he appeared to be.
Adrian escorted her to the back. No one approached them, although she did notice a few people taking second glances, as she was probably the only stranger in their midst.
She had just bitten into a powdered sugar donut when the other three men from the worship team circled around her.
Randy, the man who had played the keyboard, stepped closer. âWhatâs a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?â he asked as he waggled his eyebrows.
Celeste nearly choked on her donut. When sheâd first told people she knew that sheâd started attending church, everyone had asked her the same question, except no one called her nice. Celeste tried her best to wipe the powdered sugar from her mouth discreetly.
Adrian sighed. âCeleste, Iâd like you to meet my friends. Except if they keep it up, they wonât be my friends for much longer.â He paused. No one refuted him, so he continued. âThis is Randy.â
Again, Randy grinned. Celeste had never seen such an adorable boyish grin on a man his age, and Randyâs blue eyes were positively striking.
âI believe you saw Paul briefly at my house.â
The tall blond man nodded politely. âCharmed,â he said, and his expression made her think he actually meant it.
Celeste felt herself blushing, something she hadnât done for many years. It felt strange.
âAnd this is Bob.â
The drummerâs eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her. âI donât believe Iâve ever seen you here before. Welcome to Faith Community Fellowship. Itâs good to have you here.â
Celeste had enjoyed the morning service, but to be seeing everyone just being themselves completely melted away her worries. Some teens were squabbling over the last donut and all the adults were in small groups, laughing and talking. From the volume of the chatter and laughter, Celeste could barely believe she was in a church.
Randy turned his head toward the front, and then back again. âHey, Adrian. Weâve got all our stuff cleaned up. Maybe you should do the same. At least wind your patch cord and knock down your stands.â
Adrian smiled. âExcuse me, Celeste. Iâll only be a few minutes.â
As Adrian left, another man joined them. Randy introduced him as Pastor Ron.
Celeste had never spoken to a real live pastor before. He wasnât at all like she expected. He seemed soâ¦ordinary.
When the pastor excused himself, a few more people from the congregation joined them, and Randy introducedthem one by one. Before long, sheâd talked to so many people she couldnât remember their names.
By the time Adrian returned, the crowd was thinning. Randy noticed the same thing, and whispered to her that it was because the donuts were gone.
Celeste couldnât help herself. She liked Randy. In fact, she liked all of Adrianâs friends. She couldnât remember the last time sheâd enjoyed a day so much, if she ever had. Most important, she couldnât remember the last time sheâd actually been able to relax in a crowd.
Unfortunately, with relaxation came tiredness. Paul caught her stifling a yawn.
âExcuse me,â she muttered between her fingers. âI donât know why Iâm suddenly so tired. I should go, anyway. I have to be up early for work in the morning.â
Almost in unison, Adrian, Bob, Randy and Paul checked their watches, and Adrian said,