The Pastor's Heart - By Desiree Future Page 0,22

either side of the fireplace gave nice views of the backyard.

“Remember the singer who sang A House Is Not a Home?” Kingston asked while walking through his house.

“Yes, I remember that song.” Sinclair recalled the smooth melodious singer.

“Well this is just a house that gives me shelter that I need.” Kingston replied while offering a seat to Sinclair at his counter with bar stools surrounding it. He placed his jacket around another seat and washed his hands at the sink.

“Well, it’s a nice house that you have here.” Sinclair went on while surveying the massive kitchen and attached family room.

“Well thank you kindly Miss Madison.” Kingston said as he leaned over on the other side of the sit down counter. “Would you like something to drink while I get our dinner ready?”

“Sure, what do you have?” Sinclair asked the handsome Kingston.

“Cranberry juice or a Virgin Mojito. The Virgin Mojito is made with lemon lime soda, lemon and fresh mint.” Kingston asked before retrieving two glasses from the cabinet.

“The Virgin Mojito sounds tasty; I think I’ll try that.” Sinclair answered him taking in every inch of the handsome man before her.

For the life of her she couldn’t understand why she felt so comfortable with Kingston when they had only gone out on several dates. She had never felt so comfortable with any man, that is, until she met Kingston.

Sinclair did everything possible not to drool over him when he saw him. He stepped out his Lincoln Navigator wearing a black two piece suit and red tie. Sasha had mentioned how sexy he was but now she really saw it for herself. He had caught her attention on more than one occasion but today was different. Different in a way she couldn’t understand but nonetheless it was a very good different. She didn’t know if it was the way he wore the suit or not, because he was most certainly wearing that suit. Whatever difference it was, Sinclair definitely liked it.

“Good choice,” Kingston said while he poured her a glass of the Virgin Mojito.

Not long after they sat enjoying their meal together while having a leisurely conversation.

“This is delicious what did you do you to this chicken? It’s so mouth-watering.” Sinclair asked wondering what recipe he used.

“It’s like The General’s Chicken, a secret recipe.” Kingston joked. “But really it’s a secret recipe that has been passed down for generations in my family. If I told you, I have to either kill you or marry you so will not give out the secret.” Kingston said with a laugh. Killing Sinclair was the last thing in his mind, and he honestly wanted the latter.

“Whatever Pastor Carter. But you can tell your parents I said, they taught their son well. You can truly get down in the kitchen.” Sinclair knew she heard Kingston say marry, her but she ignored it. She continued her nice dinner but kept the comment in the back of her mind.

“I’ll be sure to tell them.” Kingston said while sipping from his glass.

“Why do you cook Sunday dinner when it’s, just you?” Sinclair was really enjoying her meal with Kingston and could see herself having more meals with him.

“My parents have always told me to make Sunday dinner because you never know who might stop in.” Kingston went on while looking directly into Sinclair’s pretty eyes. “I mean who knew I would run into you in my neck of the woods?”

“And I thank you for inviting me because I would have had a frozen meal or take out for dinner. My cooking skills are very basic. I can make scrambled eggs, and steamed vegetables and my rice comes out either too hard or too soft. And as far as meats go, that’s a whole different story. No matter what I try, it always burns or undercooks,” Sinclair confessed and laughed at her own self.

“One day I will show you how to make a meal similar to this. It’s not that hard.” Kingston offered as he finished eating the last bit of his baked macaroni and cheese.

Sinclair looked at him with her eyes slanted. “You sure about that? You do know that I am on a first name basis with my neighborhood firemen?”

Kingston did not blink an eye but rather smiled. “Yes, I am sure and we won’t need the firemen.”

“Okay if you say so.” Sinclair responded with uncertainty.

“Trust me, I will not let you burn down your house or mine. Now if you are done with your food we can have