compliment before pointing to another place on the plans. âWhereâd this design come from?â
âIsnât it great? I picked it up from the communion table.â
Janet shook her head. âNope, you canât.â
Drew raised an eyebrow. âPreservation?â
âWell, I think this more qualifies as good old Southern orneriness. Old man Nichols made that table, and accordingto my mama, heâll think youâre copying him and pitch a fit for years to come.â She stuck her pencil behind her ear. âHe has an Olympic medal in fit-pitching, so everyone knows to steer clear. It looks neat, but itâs not worth the battle.â
âRats. I liked that one.â
âIf it makes you feel any better, I do, too.â
Sheâd paid him a compliment again. It didnât sound so foreign in her voice this time, either. Janet Bishop was coming around. Slowly, inch by inch, but some part of him liked that. It meant she was thinking things through, that he was earning her allegiance, not just charming it out of her.
By the end of the conversation, theyâd actually laughed together often, their eyes holding for short bits of time. She really did have astounding eyes. The cream sweater she wore made them all the more dark and rich and mesmerizing. He found himself stopping for moments in midsentence, frozen by her eyes. Heâd lost his train of thought more than once, bringing them to absurd pauses and flustered excuses. She smelled clean and flowery, like fine soap or a summer breeze. When she reached back up into her hair for the pencil and he noticed the tiny dangle earrings she wore, heâd almost knocked over his drink. She was beautiful. Not prettyâthat was too flimsy a wordâshe was from the inside out beautiful.
âCome back to the bus with me,â he said softly. It was as if it crept out of his mouth without his permission.
Janet straightened instantly, giving him a harsh look. Every inch of the guard sheâd finally let down shot back up twice as thick as before. âSaid the spider to the fly,â she quoted in a bitter tone.
What? It took Drew a minute before he realized what heâd said and how she took it. Heâd stuck his foot in hismouthâagain, only worse. âNo! Wait, I didnât mean it that wayâwhatâs the matter with me lately? I meant come back to the meeting tonight.â
Her look told Drew that question didnât meet with any better reception. âDonât do that,â she snapped, actually backing away a few steps from him.
âDo what?â
âDonât make this about faith.â
The ice in her words told him just how much of a misstep heâd made. This couldnât even be qualified as resistance, this was blatant refusal. Heâd struck a very raw nerve. Drew backed off to sit down on one of the chairs lined up on the side of her dining room. âBut I canât make this not be about faithâat least for me. Itâs all about faith. You know what Missionnovation is all about. Your momâs been a prayer warrior for us since the day we pulled in. Dinah goes to that church. Emily and Gil go to that church. Howard and your mother and even Vern go to that church. How can you be all around this church like you are, but not in it?â
âI donât know that itâs any of your business. Iâm not âin it.â People around here have learned to respect that, Iâd appreciate it if you did, too.â
âI can. I respect it.â And he did, to a point. The mystery of why Janet was surrounded by people of faith but was so resistant to faith herself was driving him crazy. It seemed too personal to ask anyone but Janet herself, but heâd hoped to be more sensitive about it than this. âIâ¦I just mostly want to understand.â Great job, Downing, he yelled at himself. Way to stick your foot in it again. She began rolling up the