Prologue



“Do you think he’s lonely,” Marina Anthony asked as they stepped out of the church building on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The sky was a bright blue with fluffy white clouds scattered here and there. Birds were singing in nearby trees and the sun was gently warming.

“Who, dear?” her husband, Chad, asked. He couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Mitch,” she replied as they watched their friend, Mitchell Regan, climb into his old, green pick-up, the bright spring sun reflecting off his windshield.

Chad laughed while he wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “You worrying about Mitch again?” His tone was playfully chiding.

“How can I not? He hasn’t been the same since he and Robynn broke up six months ago.”

“So, do you think he’s love sick over Robynn or something?”

“No, not exactly.” Her expression was deeply troubled as she looked up to him. “But there is a sad, loneliness about his eyes.”

“And what about Robynn?”

“She hasn’t been the same either. They’re both so depressingly…polite to each other.”

Chad laughed at his wife again. “And would you rather they insulted one another through the church service.”

“No, of course not.”

Mitch drove by them with a wave. Both husband and wife returned the wave with accompanying smiles.

Marina turned to her husband again. “Chad, maybe they just need to be reminded of why they fell in love with each other in the first place.”

“Now, Marina, don’t start playing matchmaker.”

“Oh, Chad, please. What could it hurt? And think of all the good we might do. I know they’re meant to be together; it hurts me to see them both so miserable.”

Her eyes lit up earnestly and her husband was reminded of why he loved his wife of ten years so very much.

“We better get over to the coffee house. You know how the crowd forms on Sundays if we open after one p.m.”

“But, Chad...”

“And then we’ll discuss this idea of yours, and if it’s in God’s will, maybe they’ll come back together.”

She gave him a satisfactory smile and they headed for the car. Chad knew his wife’s head was swimming with ideas of how to bring Mitch and Robynn back together.

Love is patient, love is kind…