Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright 2015 Susan M. Baganz
Other books by Susan M. Baganz
Dedication
Scripture
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FIVE
TWENTY-SIX
TWENTY-SEVEN
TWENTY-EIGHT
TWENTY-NINE
THIRTY
THIRTY-ONE
THIRTY-TWO
THIRTY-THREE
EPILOGUE
PS
Acknowledgements
Pesto and Potholes Sample
About the Author
Thank You
Salsa and Speed bumps
Susan M. Baganz
Copyright 2015 Susan M. Baganz
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Edited by Sally Shupe
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Published by Prism Book Group
ISBN-10: 1-943104-35-2
ISBN-13: 978-1-943104-35-2
First Edition, 2015
Published in the United States of America
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Other books by Susan M. Baganz
Orchard Hill Contemporary Romances
Pesto & Potholes
Salsa & Speed Bumps
Historical Christmas Novella
Fragile Blessings
(Also featured in print in Love’s Christmas Past)
DEDICATION
To Doris Pollard Wichern, a beautiful woman, my grandmother, and the best cheerleader.
“Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise,
dwell on these things.”
Philippians 4:8
ONE
Dondé hay vida hay esperanza.
Where there is life there is hope.
~Mexican proverb
June 2011
“Suck it up, Steph. You can do this,” she whispered to herself. A lame pep talk as she rubbed her shaking hands on her skirt. She’d always enjoyed her job, but today? Today, she prayed she’d be able to keep from running to the bathroom to throw up. She swallowed hard and pasted on a smile as she stepped forward to greet the staff of Every Child a Home by name as they entered DeLuca’s Cucina for their fundraising luncheon. She knew many of them from church and from having hosted this event in previous years.
“Miss Simson, how good to see you again.” Max Bixby, the President and CEO of the non-profit adoption agency approached her. By his side was a handsome man in his early thirties with straight dark hair parted slightly off center and falling down on his forehead. His sapphire blue eyes twinkled, probably made even bluer by the cobalt shirt he wore with his snappy charcoal suit. “I have a new associate I would like you to meet. This is Mr. Roberto Rodriguez from Harrington and Associates. He is serving as legal counsel.” He paused and looked around. “I see another benefactor coming.” Mr. Bixby walked away, leaving them alone.
Stephanie reached out her hand. The attorney took it and raised it to his mouth while maintaining eye contact. “A pleasure, Stephanie.” His voice had a rich, deep tone. She repressed the shiver of delight that coursed through her body as his lips touched her fingers. She forced herself to slow her breathing as she gave him a smile. He released her hand, and she froze—speechless. His eyebrow quirked before he spoke again, preventing any awkwardness to arise between them. “You appear familiar…do you attend Orchard Hill Church?”
Stephanie nodded. “Yes—for years, but I regret I’ve not noticed you there.” Oh, she wished she had. Given her present life circumstances, it was probably better she hadn’t. Nothing good could come of getting acquainted with any eligible bachelor at this point, no matter how handsome he might be.
“Not surprising, considering the size of the congregation. I moved into the Milwaukee area about two months ago.”
“Welcome. You chose a wonderful organization to collaborate with if you were seeking a ministry opportunity. Every Child a Home has been doing great work in this area for years and has a wonderful reputation.”
Mr. Rodriguez glanced over to where Mr. Bixby visited with some couples who had just arrived. “I’ve heard good things about them. How did you know I joined them for the purpose of ministry?”
“As legal counsel, I assumed your position was volunteer. I suspect most lawyers would not find working adoption cases to be highly profitable. Forgive me if I’m wrong.”
“Correct. But I’ll tell you a secret.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, causing a delightful shiver to course through her. “My wonderful Christian parents adopted me, and I want to help others because of the gift I was given by my birth-mother.”
His breath tickled her skin and she detected a scent of wintergreen. “What a great reason to serve, Mr. Rodriguez.”
“Call me Roberto, or Robbie, please.” He stepped back, giving her space.
“Okay. Roberto. Lunch will begin soon, and I need to get everyone seated. I hope we can talk again. I would love to learn more about the work you do.” She took a step towards a group of people mingling nearby.
“Are you available for lunch on Sunday? After church?” He spoke only loud enough for her to hear.
She stopped mid-pivot, placed a hand on her chest, and tilted her head to the side. “Are you asking me out? We just met.”
He shifted on his feet, her only indication he might be nervous. “There’s no ring on your finger, so I assumed you were single. Forgive me if I was wrong, but yes, I am asking for a date.”
Stephanie tried to hold back a giggle and her hand moved to cover her lips for a second before dropping again to her side. “I accept. Sunday, after church. Shall we meet in the café by the fireplace?”
Roberto smiled, and she noted a dimple on his right cheek. What was it about Hispanic men that got her heart beating faster? Or was it just this particular one? Luis had never made her feel like this.
“Sounds good. I will let you get back to work, but first”—he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business card—“in case anything comes up. My cell phone is usually used for work, so getting a call for any other reason would be refreshing.”
“Thank you.” She took the card and slid it into the pocket of her skirt.
“Till Sunday.” Robe
rto winked at her before he moved away to speak with other people who were arriving.
“Till Sunday,” Stephanie whispered.
She hung in the background during the luncheon, refilling water glasses and listening to the stories from those who had adopted through the agency. A birth mother talked about how she made the difficult choice to give up her child. Stephanie stood in the back of the room and moisture came to her eyes at this young woman’s story, so similar to her own. She rested her hand over her stomach. Could she be that courageous? She willed the tears away while scanning the tables and found Roberto watching her. He smiled, and she returned it as the heat rose in her cheeks.
She had made a date with this man. A stranger. At the same time, Luis, her ex-boyfriend and the father of her child, worked in the kitchen preparing the food for this event. She refused to talk to Luis for the past several weeks. He tried to approach her every Sunday, but she rebuffed him. He texted her daily, but she didn’t respond to his pleas intermixed with insults. He was the biological father of their child, but she could not envision marriage to him.
The man was egocentric and macho, and she was beginning to question whether or not he was even a Christian based on his actions, words, and especially how he had treated her. He had only wanted her for sex—sex she had refused. His greater strength prevailed. She experienced a shudder of revulsion at her remembrance of that night. She had been a fool and had never reported him, feeling somehow she was to blame for what happened. Shame had wrapped around her since and increased even more now that she was faced with the consequences of that experience.
Her eyes wandered back to Roberto Rodriguez. He seemed like a gentleman. Was it fair to accept a date with him? She was three months’ pregnant. An unwed mother whose life was upended, and she was undecided about what to do next. She wasn’t showing yet, but soon enough, she would be unable to hide the secret from a new beau, assuming one date led to another.
Physically, she found Roberto attractive. She already resolved that a kiss on the hand was fine, but not on the lips this time around. She would follow her friend Renata’s rules and not be alone in private with a man until she was married. She wanted a guy who would love her for who she was inside, not for her body. She sighed. Her body wouldn’t be looking so hot before long.
She would keep the date. What could it hurt? She fingered the business card in her pocket and smiled. God, what are you up to bringing a new man into my life now?
* * *
Stephanie dreamt she held an infant, and her heart filled with joy. Out of nowhere, Luis appeared.
“It’s my kid, give it here. If you won’t move in with me, I get the baby,” Luis growled. He was big and mean, not the charming man she once knew.
“You can’t take my baby away from me,” she cried as fear exploded in her heart.
Luis wore a wife-beater t-shirt and jeans. He reached for the infant as someone else entered the room. It was Roberto, wearing a suit, tie and holding a briefcase. He stepped in between Stephanie and Luis who flexed his muscles. Robbie wasn’t weak though. She could tell his strength was concealed by his suit coat as it stretched over his broad shoulders. He exuded confidence.
“This child is protected by the law, and you can’t take the baby from Stephanie. I have documents to put an end to this.”
“Papers? Like I care about that?” Luis sneered and reached forward to try to push Roberto aside.
“How about deportation papers? I think the Immigration officials over there would be more than willing to support me in fulfilling the mandates of those.”
Sure enough, Stephanie turned and saw several armed officers from the Department of Immigration and Naturalization.
“I thought you had a permit to be in this country?” she asked Luis.
“I did, but it expired,” he snarled, but his bravado faded as he searched for a way to escape.
“Luis, you have been in the United States for over a year and had plenty of opportunity to start the process to become a citizen. Now, it’s too late.” Roberto didn’t move, providing a shield for her.
“But it’s my kid. If I go, the baby goes with me,” Luis whined.
“The child is an American citizen and, by rights, stays here. Sorry, buddy.” Roberto stood firm.
Luis’s fists clenched, his face turned red and a vein bulged in his forehead. From out of nowhere, he aimed a pistol at Roberto’s chest.
Stephanie screamed.
She sat up with a start, dripping with sweat. She glanced around her bedroom. It was early dawn. Her body shook. Her hair was plastered to her head. Her heart raced. After rising to use the bathroom, Stephanie walked to the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of water and drank. She leaned against the counter and took a deep breath until her pulse returned to normal. The calendar on the fridge reminded her it was Sunday—the day of her date with Roberto. For the first time in months, she had no nausea. Welcome, second trimester. Goodbye, morning sickness. Hello, vivid dreams and night sweats. With a sigh, she went to shower and prepare.
Stephanie’s sense of foreboding increased as she drove to church. She wondered if Luis would hound her after the service. The café was a busy place, and she had not told him she had a date with another man. Why should she? They were done. It was none of his business, but she doubted he’d see it that way. Guilt wracked her conscience. She needed to confess to Roberto about her pregnancy. As a result, this might be her only date. She feared she was taking advantage of one of the truly “good guys” in the world by even having accepted.
Slipping into the auditorium through a side door as the opening song started, she slid into the row next to Renata and Tony. They were the only people at church she had stayed connected with in recent months. She stopped going to the adult group when she got that positive result. She couldn’t live up to her own reputation. For now, only Renata shared her secret.
Renata gripped Stephanie’s hand with a squeeze and gave her a smile as they stood to worship. After the singing was done, Stephanie jotted notes in her bulletin and doodled as her mind wandered from Pastor Andrew’s message to the possible confrontation with Luis that might be forthcoming. She willed herself to take deep breaths.
It was just a nightmare.
It was just a nightmare.
It was just a nightmare.
“Are you okay, Steph?” Renata leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“Terrified, but I’ll be fine.”
“What are you afraid of?”
“Luis. I am meeting a new guy for a lunch date.”
Renata’s eyes went wide and she mouthed, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Her friend sighed, shook her head, and leaned back against the chair.
Stephanie shrugged. They were best friends, but they hadn’t talked for a few days. She should have called. One more failure to chalk up to her account.
Too soon, and not soon enough, the service ended, and Stephanie wove through the throng of worshippers to the restroom. Finishing up, she freshened her lipstick and made her way to the fireplace in the café where Roberto stood talking to someone she didn’t recognize. He appeared at ease and different yet no less handsome, wearing a button down shirt, no tie and beige khakis. Her heart beat faster at the sight of him. She swallowed.
Roberto saw her approach, said a few words to his companions, and met her as she reached the designated spot.
“Stephanie, you look stunning.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Roberto.” Heat rose in her cheeks as his name purred off her lips.
“Shall we do Olive Garden or do you prefer Applebee’s since you work Italian every day?”
“Applebee’s would be a nice change, thank you for asking.”
“Do you want to take separate cars and meet there? That way, if for some reason I offend you, you can leave at any time.” Robbie gave a lopsided grin as he said the words.
“I doubt you’ll offend me, but perhaps you might decide you want nothing more to do with me by the ti
me the check comes. I think driving our own vehicles makes sense. We don’t need to come back to the church later to pick one up.”
“Well, well, well. What’s the little tart dug up now?” Luis snarled.
Stephanie shivered and turned to face him. What would Roberto think?
“Roberto Rodriguez, meet Luis Vasquez,” she managed to squeak out.
The men sized each other up. Roberto was taller by two inches, muscular and lean, and Luis was shorter but stocky. Roberto extended a hand, but Luis refused to shake it.
“I’m surprised, Mr. Vasquez, that you would refer to any lady in such disparaging terms. It borders on slander.”
“She has you snowed already, huh?”
“Luis, please don’t make a scene. You have no right to interfere in my life.”
“I’ve every right.” Luis was about to continue but was interrupted.
“Stephanie, I suggest we depart now.” Roberto took her elbow and navigated her through the crowd and away from Luis. When they reached the door to exit the building, he stopped and gazed at her. “Are you okay?”
Stephanie sighed. “Thank you. I’ll be fine. I’m famished and expect there will be a wait at Applebee’s. Should we head over?” She bit her lower lip, not looking forward to explaining what just happened.
“I’ll meet you there.”
They parted on the sidewalk, and Stephanie strode to her car without incident. Luis hadn’t followed them out. Her cell phone beeped a text as she settled behind the steering wheel. She glanced at it. Luis. His insults were like a punch to the gut. With a deep breath, she hit delete and made her way to the restaurant with a sense of dread and her invisible cloak of shame. Out loud, she spoke to reassure herself, “There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.”
But would Roberto see it that way?
TWO
Hemos estado tontos una vez en nuestras vidas.
We have been fools once in our lives.
~Mexican proverb
Robbie opened the door to Stephanie’s little red foreign import as she reached for her purse. She turned towards him, eyes wide. He couldn’t believe she had agreed to lunch and was grateful a lowlife was his competition. He was determined to treat her like she deserved—special.
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