I heard Quinn’s slow approach to my side before he spoke.
“Cherie, I am sorry I said that. I am trying to see things from your perspective but it is hard sometimes.”
I asked, “Do you remember what you said to me in my hotel room last night?”
Quinn swivelled me around to be face to face with him. “I said a few things. Was it before or after I kissed you?” His eyes twinkled with mischief.
I felt my cheeks warm from his reminder. Then quickly I averted my eyes from his intensity. “Right before. You said you do not remember me by looking but you feel like you’ve known me.”
“I remember saying that. It is the truth. Yet, I cannot explain how or why. Unless you consider an explanation such as reincarnation.” He grabbed me around the waist pulling me to him for a hug, whispering in my ear. “Perhaps we were star-crossed lovers in an earlier life.”
“Put me down, please.” I said as I shoved against him.
“Sorry.” He released me instantly.
I began to cross the street towards my hotel.
“Cathie?” Quinn said before he took a step across the street as well.
“I don’t believe in reincarnation.” I said.
He quickened his step to keep in time with mine. “What do you believe in then?”
I waited till I reached the curb before turning towards him. “I believe with all my heart in a God who is all powerful and all knowing. He not only has our todays and tomorrows figured out, He has an infinite number of creative ways to get our attention. Including miracles.”
Quinn straightened up and a look I could not name covered his face. It wasn’t exactly a smile. It was more a curiosity marbled with disbelief. “That’s actually sounds intriguing when you say it that way.”
“Well, He is. You should try getting to know Him a little.”
Quinn shook his head with an anguished grin. “So, why would God want to do a miracle for me?”
“Because He loves you.”
His hands shot up in surrender. “Whoa. That is precisely where your argument loses all its merit.”
“What does that mean?”
“You want me to believe that an all-powerful Deity cares about me and the pathetic little things in my puny life.” He seemed to ignore my head nods. “Those two qualities are mutually exclusive Cathie.”
“That’s not true, Quinn. He really is both things at the same time. He is a God who cares about even the number of hairs upon your head.”
Quinn instinctively ran his fingers through his hair. His head shook from side to side. It took a moment before he conjured up his response. “You know what I think? I think that’s a woman’s hope.”
“Women hope and long for relationships even where none exist. Men, on the other hand choose to follow the logistics of something.”
All the feminism within me went onto high alert. Even though my head instinctively cocked to one side, I tried to hide my shock and disgust over his comment. “Really?”
Quinn nodded in agreement without hesitation.
So I walked away.
Quinn caught up to me as I entered the hotel doors. “Look, Cathie. What I mean is that it might be easier for you to believe that God would want to help me. Maybe because of your own feelings for me, you are hoping it to be true.”
To slow every ounce of fury from bursting forth I took a deep breath. However, the breath did little to deter my next response.
“So, let me ask you this then. Are my feelings for you real or are they just a symptom of being the weaker sex?” That was enough for me. I didn’t even need to hear his response to that. I turned and power walked to the elevator. Thankfully it was ready for me. Once inside I frantically hit the ‘fermer’ button.
He managed to sneak his hand in between the closing elevator doors before I could escape. “Cherie, you are not playing fair.” He stepped into the elevator and let the doors close behind him. He stood in front of me studying my face. “Can we start that over, please?”
“I don’t want to. Let’s just drop it, okay.”
“Then let me close off this abomination of a conversation with this. If God really cares about the things in my life and about me, then I can think of a much better way to spend a miracle than paying off Dean.”
It took me a moment to register his meaning, but the lights came on and I felt his frustration with God. He wants a miracle to save Anna’s life – not his.
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