She’d forgotten to give him the slip of paper with the building’s address the night before, choosing to take the coward’s way out and hurry upstairs after the last song was sung. It wasn’t like her at all, but then again, she’d never had quite this predicament to deal with, either. Fearing she’d see only regret that he’d kissed her in John’s eyes, she hadn’t looked at him. And she didn’t want to give him a chance to voice any apology, either. Instead, she’d hurried into the bathroom and got ready for bed, knowing she had time before Luke and Kathleen said their good-nights downstairs. If Kathleen wondered why she wasn’t up to talking over the evening, as was their custom, she wouldn’t know it until the next day. And by then, hopefully she’d have her feelings under control...if that were possible. She’d gone to her knees in prayer, asking the Lord to help her sort them out. She wasn’t even sure what she was feeling the most.
