clash.â Boy, did they. He was wound too tightly for her. âFrom what you said, there were others you interviewed. Did you go through the whole list before coming here?â
âNo. Youâre the only other one I asked.â
âWhy?â
âBecause Jana preferred you over the others, especially Attila the Hun. She let me know that this morning, and frankly, after watching my daughter and the woman interact together, I agreed.â
âWhy did she prefer me? We didnât interact much.â
âYouâre young and have red hair,â he said with a grin.
She lifted some strands. âThis isnât exactly red.â
âWhat can I say? Sheâs doesnât always think logically or make sense.â
Logic would be important to him. Which sent up a red flag. She wasnât known for her logic. Control was important to him also, and long ago sheâd given over control to the Lord. Was this His desire? Was that why it hadnât worked out for Attila the Hun? Was that why she hadnât been able to get excited about the other job? âIf you donât mind, can I give you an answer tomorrow after my interview?â For a brief moment she was amazed she had said those words as if she would consider working for him rather than the couple she knew. Every logical reason told her to run from him and his job offer.
âOkay.â
âAnd if I decide to work for you, I donât want a trial run. Iâll be quitting this job, and I need one that will last.â
âIt will only last until the end of April.â
âThatâll be fine. Who knows? You may decide to extend my employment, that is if I take the job.â
âThanks, Ms. Michaels.â He slipped from the caféâs booth.
âPlease, I donât usually go by Ms. Michaels. It makes me sound too old.â She smiled, remembering his earlier comment. âCall me Alexa, and Iâll want Jana to use my first name, too. Will that be a problem?â
He sighed. âNo, Alexa. Iâll wait for your call before I contact someone else.â
As he strode toward the entrance, she prayed the Lord showed her His direction.
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âCan I have a word with you, Dr. Baker?â Alexa stuck her head into the office doorway of her adviser at Tallgrass Community College.
âSure. Come in.â Sitting at her desk, the older woman, with short blond hair and a tall, reed-thin body, waved her inside.
Exhausted from tossing and turning the night before, Alexa sank into a chair. âI just had an interview with a couple that offered me a dream job, but when I left the house after talking with Mrs. David, I didnât tell her I would take it. I couldnât say the word yes. I kept thinking about Jana Ferguson and what the little girl has been going through with her anxiety.â And what the childâs dad was going through. Behind his austere countenance sheâd glimpsed a vulnerability, especially at the café. He seemed lostâgrasping to make sense of what was happening to him.
âI thought Ian employed a retired teacher to work with Jana.â
âIt didnât work out. Heâs asked me to take over, but I donât think heâs totally convinced Iâm the right one for the job. Iâm not sure I am, either. He wanted to hire me on a trial basis.â
âThen take the other one. You need a job.â Nancy Baker studied Alexa. âBut thatâs not really what you want to do, is it?â
âNo. When I met Jana, I couldnât shake the idea the job was meant for me, but then Ian didnât hire me, so I thought I was wrong. Now Iâm not so sure.â
âYou think the Lord is leading you to the Fergusons?â
âYes.â
âThen you have your answer and everything else will fall into place.â
Alexa grasped the arms of her chair and bent forward. âCan you tell me about Jana and her