The Pastor's Heart - By Desiree Future Page 0,16
believe it has to be a holiday, birthday or any other special day just to do something nice for someone. Just because you made me smile on our date is reason enough for me.” Kingston explained while smiling to himself. He could hear the happiness in Sinclair’s voice.
“That’s so sweet of you Kingston. I just wanted to thank you.” Sinclair said fighting back her tears because she had never received flowers before. “I was having one of those roller coaster days and this made it all better.”
“I’m glad I can be of service,” he paused before continuing. “Sinclair?”
“Yes,” she answered softly.
“There’s a nice jazz festival this weekend if you’re interested,” Kingston was really praying she’d say yes.
Ever since their first date he could not stop thinking about her. She was fine as ever and their conversation had lasted into the wee hours of the morning. Her curvaceous figure and the way she wore her dress showed pure confidence. He loved a woman that oozed confidence, not arrogance.
Sinclair had swag and she didn’t even know it. And those legs that went on forever drove Kingston insane.
“Jazz festival sounds great, but I have to drive up to Bel Air, MD this weekend to pick up items that are being donated to my agency from two different churches.” Sinclair really wanted to go to the festival and she really wanted to see Kingston again.
Kingston tried his best not to sound disappointed. “Maybe another time?”
Sinclair went out on a limb and said. “How about a road trip and lunch instead?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Kingston wasn’t about to pass up the chance to be with Sinclair no matter what he had to do.
While Sinclair is talking to Kingston, Sasha handed her a note.
“Oh, wow. I have to go back to court now. They want me back on the stand in an hour.” She said in an exasperated voice. “This is the part of my job I so hate.”
“I thought you loved what you do. Why do you hate it so much?” Kingston asked confused.
“Whether you believe it or not, I hate public speaking. For some reason it scares me and I don’t know why. It just does.” She revealed to Kingston while preparing to leave her office.
“Well you must be speaking very well because it has gotten you this far. I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he reassured her.
“Thanks, I really appreciate that. I have to go now, but I’ll pick you up on Saturday about eleven.” Sinclair said. Not only did she have company driving up North but she had a sexy pastor as her date. Her day was beginning to look even better despite her court appearance.
“I’ll text you my address and see you on Saturday. Good luck this afternoon. Bye now.” Kingston said before hanging up and getting back to work.
It was just what Sinclair had needed, some bright flowers to brighten her not so bright day. It also helped that she had another date with the handsome Kingston.
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Sinclair had never been called to the witness stand twice in one day. But there she was an hour later back on the stand for another round of questions.
The courtroom had become more crowded since the morning hearing. Now almost every seat on the old wooden benches was completely filled with people. Ronald was seated next to his attorney paying close attention to the proceedings.
The prosecutor began her questions without haste. “Ms. Madison I have taken into consideration everything you had said earlier today on the record. I would like to know what the average number of clients that you help is.”
“I see between forty and fifty people each and every week.”
Sinclair had the upper hand when it came to answering questions in the courtroom properly because Desmond had coached her many times before. She knew the rules about answering lawyers’ questions. Give them what they ask for and nothing more. That is unless they ask for more. She was so focused on answering the questions she didn’t even notice that Kingston had slipped into the crowded courtroom.
“Ms. Madison, how it is that you average maybe ten clients per day and yet you say you rely on donations? Isn’t it a fact that the services you offer are nothing more than public information? And you expect the court to see you as an expert in this field? You don’t have any formal education or a degree in social services or any degree for that matter. So why should we consider you an expert?”