The Pastor's Heart - By Desiree Future Page 0,34

to the Metro as well as being a both a residential and business neighborhood. The location is perfect because not only do you get the resident’s business but the professional businesses as well. Most working people love to shop during their lunch hour because that’s less shopping they have to do after work. The property is located at 12179 Reutuf Street near Wealth Ave.” The man explained with great detail.

“Hmm. Sounds like just what I’m looking for. Is there anything on the land right now?” Kingston knew inviting Chad Dunbar to meet with him was a good idea.

“Right now the property is empty but the owner is very eager to sell for the right price so now will be the perfect time to put in a bid.” The man said as he smoothed his hand over his slicked back hair again.

“Mr. Dunbar if you could just get me the numbers on this property that would be great. I can then present it to the rest of my business associates and see where it takes us.” Kingston stood as the man grabbed his hat and they walked to the door.

“I will get you those numbers, Mr. Carter. I’ll see you soon. Oh and congrats on that lovely woman you have.”

“Thank you and thanks for coming. Enjoy the rest of your day.” Kingston said while leading the man out of his office.

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Sinclair could not believe her luck. She had left the office an hour early and yet she was still in DC.

Sinclair sat in her SUV behind a white mini-van filled with little kids jumping around as they sat in the snarled traffic.

“Crap!!!” She shouted before picking up her cell and dialing Kingston’s number on her cell phone.

“Hey beautiful where are you?” Kingston answered on the first ring.

“Still in DC, I had to go pick up my car and now I’m stuck in traffic. The president and his wife must be going out tonight too.” Sinclair said while sitting in traffic and upset.

“No worries, just get here in one piece,” Kingston replied as he prepared things in his kitchen.

“I’m sorry. I really did try to get there on time.” She said feeling really bad that she was late yet again for their date.

“Don’t worry about it; Mr. President isn’t the only one who wants to spend quality time with this special lady. Just get here safely.” He said so lovingly that Sinclair had to smile.

“Okay. Then I’ll see you soon.” Sinclair said just as the traffic finally started to move.

After an hour long delay Sinclair finally made it to Kingston’s house. Rain started to pour just as she rang his bell, thankfully he answered rather quickly.

“Hurry and come inside,” Kingston said as he pulled Sinclair inside his house and into his arms. Before she could even say a word he gave her a very passionate kiss, leaving her breathless.

“Wow!! What was that for?” Sinclair asked while Kingston still held her in his arms.”

“For the Figs and lunch yesterday,” he said as he winked at her and started walking toward the kitchen.

“Hmm, I’d love to see what I’d get if I sent you a three course meal.” Sinclair teased him as she put her purse down on a nearby table by the door and followed Kingston.

Kingston stopped in his tracks causing Sinclair to bump into him. He looked Sinclair directly into her eyes. “Well we will just have to see now won’t we?” Kingston asked with a wicked smile.

They entered the kitchen to find the stove and countertops filled with various and bowls and cooking utensils everywhere.

“What are you making?” Sinclair quizzed Kingston.

“We’re making Hawaiian Chicken and sautéed Vegetables over a bed of wild rice.” He explained as he reached behind Sinclair and tied an apron on her. Seeing the scared look in her eyes he tried to calm her. “You’ll be fine, we’re doing this together.” He added as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

In a childlike voice Sinclair replied, “But I didn’t bring my fire extinguisher.”

“We won’t need it. Now let’s begin, I am starving.” He said as he went to the refrigerator and retrieved a large covered bowl.

He placed the covered bowl in front of Sinclair. “This, my sweet, is chicken that I marinated last night. All you have to do to this is add the pieces of chicken to this glass pan.”

“Okay,” Sinclair said in a shaky voice as she followed the instructions Kingston gave her.

“Now that you have done that, we are going to pour the remaining