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flocked to be around me.”
    “And they didn’t before?” Anjelica felt the heat rise to her cheeks again.
    His mouth curved, and then broke open into a grin. “You’re right. I was never short of…options. But when notoriety struck, everything kind of got out of hand.” His face darkened. “Problem was, none of the women were ever interested in the real me. Every time I thought I’d found someone who was different, who cared, I’d find they were just the same as the rest—only interested in the adventure that shadows me.”
    “So who is the real Kyle Sheppard?”
    Kyle lifted his bottle and swirled the contents around. “Me? I’m just an ordinary guy, looking for an ordinary girl who’ll love me way less than she loves my God. I’m not sure I’ll find someone who wants to be with me more than she wants to be seen with me.” He reached over and traced the characters on the paperback. “I’m sorry. I’m rambling.” He looked up at her. “You’re easy to talk to—when I get past putting my foot into my mouth.”
    Anjelica touched his hand briefly and smiled. “For the record, Psalms is my favorite book, too.”
    His eyes lit up. “Really?”
    She nodded. “Absolutely. After all, what book in the Bible mentions wings more than the book of Psalms?”
    “Ezekiel.”
    She slapped her forehead. “Of course. But, does it count? I mean, who can understand that book?”
    “Ah, but which is better for a wingsuiter to claim for his own—the psalmist or the prophet? Listen to what Ezekiel says…I memorized this because it’s one of my favorite passages…’I looked, and I saw a windstorm coming out of the north—an immense cloud with flashing lightning and surrounded by brilliant light. The center of the fire looked like glowing metal, and in the fire was what looked like four living creatures. In appearance their form was human, but each of them had four faces and four wings. Their legs were straight; their feet were like those of a calf and gleamed like burnished bronze. Under their wings on their four sides they had human hands. All four of them had faces and wings, and the wings of one touched the wings of another. Each one went straight ahead; they did not turn as they moved.’” He grinned. “How’s that for formation flying?”
    “Pretty awesome.” Why hadn’t she seen that passage before?
    Kyle fiddled with the tear in his jeans. “Would you know of a good church I could attend tomorrow?”
    “I know just the place. I was planning on going in the evening. Would you like to join me?”
    “For sure.” He relaxed into his chair. “How about that? I came down here to find a corner to read, and look what I found: a ride to church, someone who shares a passion for my favorite book, and best of all, a little lamb who is actually in lamb’s clothing.” He picked up Anjelica’s novel and wiggled it. “Guess I’m the lucky one.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Who are you calling fluffy?” Then she laughed. She hadn’t enjoyed talking with a man like this in a long time. Not since—
    “So, what kind of story is it?”
    His question interrupted her thoughts. Mercifully.
    He flipped the book over to the blurb. “Action? Thriller?”
    With a cover like that? Beth Green locked in Logan Thibault’s embrace… She hesitated and took a swig of water. The bubbles tickled her tongue. “Romance,” she offered once her mouth was empty.
    “Romance?” He leaned in closer. “Have you ever been in love?”
    His question caught her by surprise. She blurted out the honest answer.
    “Twice.”
    “Twice?”
    Yes. The first time and the last. Puppy love. True love. Neither had lasted. Both had hurt unbearably.
    “Are you still in love?”
    He was direct.
    The bottle touched her lips again, this time for far too long. Would its slender shape hide the tears that stung? She closed her eyes, placing a lid on the boiling pot. Like a runaway fire, their conversation had spread out of control. Anjelica knew