It is a good thing that Shantel sits on the board of Crabapple’s Home Owner’s Association. Cars wrap around the road leading to the clubhouse in the affluent subdivision like children in line to see Santa at the mall. The allure of that facility entices golf enthusiasts from around the South, and the one hundred plus men in attendance.
Candace hires Wash & Shine car detailing service to serve as valets, and to give the guests a complimentary scrub down, while they party. “This is it Barbecue” and Joe’s Crab Shack cater the sporting event. Word around town is that Toss Swaid of V-103 radio station is attending the party as well. The Falcon Football Flick is a hit.
“Candie, girl, you did it!” Shantel whispers.
“I can’t hear you. Speak up.”
“The party is off the chain,” she screams. (Dead silence in the background) Shantel covers her mouth in embarassment.
Candace laughs. “I gotcha, girl.”
Shantel scurries to the kitchen, hoping that everyone did not see her shameful display. As she enters, she hears a familiar voice from behind. It is Pastor Marvin Sanders.
“I’m going to kill Candace!” Shantel screams to herself.
“Well, hello, Shantel,” Pastor Sanders smiles and extends his hands. His skin is smooth and almost caramel in color, and his grip is very strong. His hands intrigue Shantel, because she assumed that they would be cold and unfeeling.
“Who’d a thought,” she continues to herself.
“Hi, Pastor Sanders. What are you doing here?”
“Miss Parker invited me. She said that you had added me to the guest list.” His hands feel warmer and so does Shantel.
“Uhmm. Oh yeah. That’s right. If you will excuse me, I have to check on the food.”
“I’ll join you,” he calmly replies. His grayish eyes are just as warms as his hands or maybe it is that gorgeous smile. Shantel does not know which, but she does know that the feelings she is having for this man are not suppose to be there.
“Well, if this sort of thing doesn’t bore you, then follow me.”
The kitchen floods with the savor of Buffalo wings, crab cakes, shrimp, and fried catfish, if you can imagine it all. It is so hot in there that Shantel’s corkscrew curls instantly uncurl from the high humidity.
“That’s just great,” Shantel says as she eyes herself in the mirror.
“What? You look great, Shantel. You hair looks more relaxed and romantic,” Pastor Sanders says without his knowing. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”
Shantel blushes. ”Pastor Sanders, I accept the compliment.”
“Call me, Marvin. Pastor Sanders sounds a bit cold.” His eyes twinkle.
Shantel steps back a bit- delighted. “Oh, nooooo” she says to herself. “This is my minister.” She shakes her head to release all of the bad thoughts coming from her head.
“Are you alright?” Marvin catches her shoulder.
“Yes. I-I-I think I got a bit flustered from the heat in the kitchen.”
“Maybe we should find a seat, then.”
“No he didn’t,” Shantel thinks. “I am not going to baby sit him all night.”
Candace strolls by the two and Shantel grabs her arm. “Marvin, have you met Candace Parker?”
“Not in person”
“Well, here she is. Gotta go,” Shantel quickly takes off.
“Is she always like that,” Marvin asks.
“You don’t know the half,” Candace glares down the foyer at the back of Shantel’s head like it is a bullseye.
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