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if I cried again, I would find another man of “spiritual authority” in my presence and I had already convinced myself it had been a dream. “He was the best man I knew.”
                “I say the same thing about my dad,” she said, ending the squeeze on my hand but not letting go. “Do you want to talk about him? Tell me about him?”
                I wouldn’t have thought I wanted to, but for the next hour, I told Abigail all of the details that were most important about my father.
                “Your dad sounds wonderful,” she said.
                “He was,” I said. “I’m really going to miss him. I really do miss him.”
                I looked down at my coffee, which had significantly cooled by that time. When I raised my eyes back up to meet the reflection in Abigail’s, I could no longer speak. All I could do was look into her eyes and smile.
                Was this what I had been waiting for my whole adult life? Was the woman before me the one? It sure felt right.
                “This is nice,” Abigail said as I reached across the table to take her hand back in mine.
                “It is,” I seconded, not really wanting to talk anymore at all. I wanted to enjoy the scent of the coffee shop while I looked deeper into her eyes. I thought if she let me look long enough, I would be able to see into her soul.
                Abigail blinked and looked at her watch. “I really have to get going.”
                Since she had broken the spell, I glanced at the clock on the wall. It had been two hours since I had arrived. I had nowhere to be, but I had a full day of work and appearances the next day. “Yeah, I guess it’s that time,” I agreed.
                “We should do this again,” she said, taking a sip from her mug.
                “Soon,” I seconded.
                “Call me?” Abigail questioned.
                “I have a busy day tomorrow,” I warned, “but I’ll give you a call on Sunday.” I never liked the idea of a guy telling a girl he would call and then making her wait. “We can set something up for next week.”
                “Perfect,” Abigail said as she stood.
                “I really enjoyed talking to you, Jared.”
                “More so than last time?” I asked.
                Abigail grinned even wider and I got to see the full breadth of her teeth. “More so than last time,” she said.
                I stood and followed Abigail to the door of the coffee shop. The bell jingled above us as I opened it. Once we were outside, she angled towards one side of the parking lot while I headed the other way.
                “Thanks again,” I said, stopping before I took another step to look at her one last time. “For meeting me and for listening.”
                “It was my pleasure,” she said.
                I could no longer resist the temptation and though I knew it was too soon to move in for a kiss, I managed to open my arms and take a step towards her, offering a hug. She moved into my embrace and I felt her arms wrap around my waist. I folded my arms around her shoulders and rested my cheek briefly against her hair.
                Perhaps I hadn’t fallen in love the very first time I had seen Abigail. But the second time….
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
     
    The rest of the evening, I simply couldn’t get my mind off of Abigail. I kept seeing the way she looked at me before we left the coffee shop and feeling the touch of her hand against mine. I remembered people like my dad saying things like, “you know when you know” regarding love.
                I wasn’t sure that I really knew anything at that point but I was certain I wanted to see where things went. I promised myself that I would